24 May 2013

Another crazy introduction during my travels

So, I stepped onto my flight from Boston to Atlanta and settled down in my seat. Presently, another Indian young (the “another” defined “Indian” not “young” πŸ™‚ ) came and sat next to me. He was on a call for the whole time and finally when we were ready to pull out, he finished his call. Trying to break some ice, he asked me how my wine tasted (I was sipping half a glass of red wine). This is how the conversation went:

He: “How is the wine”?
Me: “It is airlines wine. ’nuff said”! πŸ™‚
He: “I am sure the plastic cup brings the taste out”
Me: “You got it!! So, is Atlanta home?”
He: “Yes”
Me: “Where do you work?”
He: “Bain Consulting”
Me: “Aha! I know a guy in your office who makes coffee nervous!!”
He: “Are you talking about my boss John? Are you Rajib Roy from Equifax?”

I am like “WHATTTT???? How did you make that connection?”

Me: “So where are you from?”
He: “India”
Me: “Where in India?”
He: “Calcutta”
Me: “You speak Bengali?”
He: “Yes”
Me: “Get out!!” (upon further reflection, I should have said “Bero”!!! πŸ™‚ )

He (to John in email): “…..John, for some inexplicable reason, Rajib introduced himself as a friend of yours”
John (in five seconds replied in email): “Rajib would be selling curry out of a cart in a crowded street somewhere in India if it were not for me. Of course, he will say I am his friend” πŸ™‚

See why I don’t mind those flight delays anymore? πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


  1. By Vicky Ruffin Cupit on

    Oh I can …. with his little cart and bald head with glasses perched on his nose and his toes showing from his sandals and his white robe….. just use your imagination Phil….. you can see him now….. πŸ™‚

  2. By Alan Chenkin on

    And if it were not for Rajib Roy, I would be selling dirty water dogs from a pushcart in Manhattan! (Say buddy – you want mustard on that dog)?


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