I’m turning into someone I used to mock, because I now sleep with my phone. Which makes it easy to takes calls in bed. Perhaps sounds a little seedy, but not really. It just means that there is nothing to ever stop me from answering the phone.
“Hello?” I ask. “Hey, Desi Girl, it’s Chadwick, is this an okay time?” he asks. This is another one the Queens guys. This one lives in Forest Hills or Elmont or Belmont. Speaking of names, Chadwick and his brother, Radcliffe, have British surnames as first names. (Yes, these are code names, but not that off the mark from the real names). Chadwick’s family is Gujarati, which makes their names seem odd to me. I’m Punjabi – I am well aware of the stereotype other desis don upon my Punju peeps – stupid, loud, drunk, meat eaters – but Gujjus just seem more traditional, conservative, ‘desi’ – not the type of Indians to select Western names. Who am I to say anything? I come from a long line of people who pet name their kids: Bunty, Bubbli, Sweetie, Honey, Shiny, Cherry, Chini, Banta, Baba, Raja, Sonu, Monu, Ginu and the ridiculous list continues.
“Hey, this time is fine. What are you doing?” I ask. “I’m in Vegas,” he says, pronounced “Way-gus”. “What are you doing there?” I ask. “I’m here for a conference,” he replies. “Fun,” I reply. “Not really. I come here twice a year and the vendors just go crazy for us Executives. Dinners. Drinks. Shows – after the second trip it becomes old,” he shares. Okay, he is the FIRST person, desi or otherwise who seems to think he is too superior to attend a corporate function. “I am taking a walk – so I thought I’d see what you were up to.”
“Well, I am fine thank you,” I reply. “How is New York?” he asks. “It is great,” I reply. “Where do you live again?” he asks. “Washington Heights,” I reply. “Why there?” he asks. “Uhm, it’s pretty. The buildings have character. And it’s affordable,” I reply. “I like Queens. Lots of space. Grass. More space for less money, you must like throwing your money away,” he says. Uhm, okay – what? I don’t even know what the proper response to this comment is. So I ignore it. “You have any vacations coming up?” Chadwick asks. “Uhm – yes,” I reply slowly. “Where are you going?” Chadwick asks. “Minnesota – in July – to visit my parents,” I reply.
“Looking forward to it?” he asks. “Yes, of course – why wouldn’t I?” I ask. “Most Indo-American desi girls hate their parents. You don’t?” he asks. You know when your gut kinda twists, and your better judgment notices, but your brain misfires and ignores the notice? Well this is what happens to me right now and I agree to lunch on Saturday at Dos Caminos in Midtown East. In the worst case scenario, if the company disappoints, lunch won’t – chips, tableside guacamole and tacos = happy times!