Experimented Narration

As narrated by one my guy friend who supposedly likes staying away from girls -
 
I was late for office and was standing at the fuel station awaiting my turn. Standing ahead of me was what looked like a female figure. Yes, it’s her that I have to tell you about. Right now even if I try to visualize her I don’t really remember what she was wearing or how she looked. All I remember is standing behind a black Activa whose rider was a girl who wore a big helmet. There were two people ahead of her in the queue. I looked at my watch and wished this girl would disappear. I hate standing behind girls in any queue. They take a lot of time at most of such places. Three guys in a row would take lesser time for withdrawing cash from an ATM machine than a single girl would take.
 
While I was cursing this girl for standing ahead of me, I noticed she had an Accenture parking sticker. It didn’t excite me or anything because you know like you and me almost every tenth person in Bangalore works for Accenture. When her turn came, she was done in about 40 seconds and I stood there surprised by her swiftness. The guy behind me honked and I moved forward. She had intrigued me so I decided to follow her. She hadn't gone far and it was not difficult to catch up. I stayed right behind her until the Accenture main gate, parking and elevator. Something about her kept me interested all this while. It was her swiftness and ease. It took her seconds to identify the perfect parking spot, get rid of her helmet and walk towards the elevator.  I parked a few blocks away from her and ran towards the elevator. I had to see her face. When the elevator door opened she walked in along with me and other two people. I saw her, she had an average appearance. Not that it mattered or anything, as I was hardly looking for any possible infatuations. I was simply intrigued and I wanted to know her. I noticed what floor button she pushed and waited. I also peeked at her access card and made a note her name in my mind. I didn't know what to do next. You know I have never tried to follow or stalk a girl before. I wished her phone, wallet or keys fall down and she forgets them there and then I call her and give it to her and she promises me a coffee in return. But nothing of that sort happened. The elevator door opened  at 4th floor and she walked out with the same grace. I pretended to look at my phone because I thought she looked back for a moment. Did she know that I was following her?
 
By this time I was feeling very weird. You know me; I am not one of those guys who go drooling over girls. I keep my distance from girls, I mean apart from a few like you who are my friends. Now please don’t give me that 'you are such a sexist' look. I have nothing against girls. I just can’t understand their species, they seem different creatures to me. I find them complicated and over emotional. Also they are weak and we need to do all the hefty stuff for them. OK, I think that's a little harsh but trust me it’s not that I don’t like girls. I like you, I like Simi. Actually I am not sure about Simi. Sometimes she just makes a lot of fuss about things. Like she freaks out when her manager asks her to work on Saturday. I mean its ok, everyone has to extend at times but when she is asked to do that she keeps cribbing about it all day. You also do it sometimes, I mean you don’t crib and all but you try to prove yourself right all the time and when someone doesn’t agree with you, you don’t give up. You keep trying until you convince them. You know sometimes people don’t really agree with you. They just say it because they want you to stop. But then if I tell you all this you won’t be upset with me. That’s what I like about you.
 
Okay so about the girl. Her name on the card was Meenakshi Madhav. I searched for her on the people profile and found details about her team, her technical domain and other uninteresting stuff like that. Next, I searched her on Facebook using filters like Accenture, Bangalore etc. For someone who is new to stalking I was doing pretty good cause I found her profile. I saw her public posts, pictures etc. Again I was at the same stage not knowing what to do next. It gave very little information about her. Then I got busy with work and forgot about her. During the bed time thoughts session I tried to analyze about her with things I already knew. She rode to office on her Activa. That meant she either belonged to Bangalore or married. Yes I am pretty sure of that because if she was like Simi who is single and an outsider, she would have blown up all her salary in buying those over expensive shoes and bags from the mall. Such girls would shell out two hundred rupees to the rickshaw Anna on weekends but would never invest in buying something as sensible as a two wheeler. Or may be Meenakshi has a husband who got her that Activa or she's probably living here with her family and the same Activa is being used by her mom, her sisters and her father occasionally when he doesn’t want to take out the big car. How could I find out which of these was true.
 
I almost forgot about her in the following weeks with the increasing workload. I saw her couple of times in the cafeteria. On one of these occasions she was wearing an off white cotton saree for some ethnic day celebration. She looked prettier than usual. Don’t mistake this for me getting attracted to her or anything. I had the least of any such intentions. Also at this point, I had been beginning to think that she should be married. You know she wore those long earing. Girls usually start dressing like that once they get married. It’s like they want to show everyone that they look different than earlier. I personally think they look gaudier. Not you of course, you look just the same. Nobody would know you are married. Do you do it deliberately by any chance? Also, Meenakshi even though she wears those long earing she doesn’t look gaudy, I think they suit her well. What! Don’t look at me like that; it’s not that I have fallen for her or anything. Come on, every guy has an eye for beauty.
 
Two days back when I was leaving for home I saw her in the parking. I started riding behind the black Activa and the big helmet. I stayed behind her following her lane admiring the way she was careful and quick at the same time in that terrible Bangalore traffic. She took a turn in one of the less crowded roads of HAL and I knew I had to be careful now or she would notice me. She took another left to an almost empty lane. I stopped there and waited to check which turn she would take. But she stopped right before the cut in front of a big gate. She killed the engine of her Activa but she wasn't going inside. Unsure of what to do next, I carefully moved a little forward in her direction when I saw a big car coming outside of the gate. A middle aged lady who looked like her mom came out from the car and gave her the house keys. On the driver seat was probably her father. 'She lives with her family' I almost yelled in my mind.
 
Yesterday, I gathered up the courage and sent her a friend request on Facebook. Let’s see what happens next. But just to make myself clear, you don’t get any wrong ideas. I am not into her or anything of that sort. Okay you are probably getting late that's all I had to tell you. Oh and by the way if you want to see her come to the cafeteria tomorrow between 4 to 4.45 pm. She comes for tea between that time every day.