Attacked

This is an amateur interviewer's account of a mediocre interview followed up with an attack by transvestites.


Venue: The Grand Hyatt Lobby


Our egos were flogged by the fantastic–looking waiters and waitresses. We behenjis did not feel home. Not even at The Grand Hyatt where, standing in the lobby, we had the behenjiness to ask an attendant where the lobby was.


Then we stood waiting with unconditional awkwardness as the hunt for the interviewee began. We were herded into the lobby-eating-place (excuse me for my limited vocabulary).It was a good cup of cappuccino that the waiter brought along. When the interviewee finished drinking and ogled at us we realised that the interviewee had not ordered it. But neither had we. It was an embarrassing situation and the interviewee had to pay for it. And then we didn't expect him to be a smarty which he turned out to be. He said he'll give only a short interview. A shorty short interview. We had permission to shoot only for 15 minutes. So a shortier video. A fiasco.


And then of course the eunuch attack.


I have never seen eunuchs attack in full force. But they did. At Chamya, our official photographer. It was a well planned attack.



Black dots: Chamya, me and shraddha
Pink dots: Them
Yellow& black: Auto
Red: BEST bus

We didn't see them coming from between the autos at the traffic signal. Our photographer being the sole possesser of "Y" chromosome in the vicinity, was immediately targetted. They actually grabbed him in a bear hug as we girls scampered to safety. His camera dangling from his neck must have been attractive. He never told us how much money he paid them to spare him.

Moral: If you don't pay for cappucino you haven't ordered, eunuchs attack.