Surprisingly dry Bangalore sky, where it hasn’t rained since very very long…
A pair of RED eyes, revealing the forceful effort to keep them open...strange foul smell…in an elevator of a corporate office…and a guy making a spectacle of himself…
In such a state where not even a single drop has fallen from skies to bring some good, happy thoughts to my mind, I’m mulling over all nonsense…and as a reflex, writing all nonsense…
Here I’m trying to rewrite a story told in pieces … that too, in a state of partial consciousness…
Me and my friends, we were sitting in the cafeteria for the evening snack and tea…And this guy joined in…and started off without a prelude…”Do I look drunk?” And then without waiting for an answer (or rather knowing what would be it…), he continued…”Yaar kal mast kaand ho gaya sacchi!!!” You won’t believe what happened yesterday…Some of my friends beaten up an auto driver….”saala zyada paise maang raha tha ”…And then again, without us asking for details, he continued…”My friends came over and we boozed-up all night long…(As if he specifically needed to mention that particular piece of information)...They were coming all the way from Ooty to my place…in truly high spirits of Lions of our HP…(A great pride in his voice here)...the previous night in Ooty, they were coming back from some pub there , all drunk…They took an auto to come back to their resort…The auto-wala dropped them back and asked for 150 bucks, when the distance was less than 5 kms from the pub to their resort…and then without even arguing with the man, they pulled him out of the auto and then started raining cats and dogs, punches and kicks all over his face…
Poor man started yelling and then some God-fearing-law-abiding-citizen-of-India called up the police…Shocking though, police came over and arrested our mettle MEN when the driver was still having all 206 bones intact… (They still regret the fact though...Maarna tha aur saale ko!!!) And then, without him telling the rest of the story, (His pride on his friends achievement multiplying with every detail of the narrative) I guessed it perfectly right…They formally went to the police station, showed some currency (around 3k), and with due respect, were sent back to the resort, in the same auto!!!
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This is no story really…this happens every other day…What’s actually disturbing, are the exclamation marked statements made by him at the end of the story…
So then, with an air of vanity, he added…You don’t know these guys yaar!
Their fathers own yards of Apple farms in Himachal!
They just don’t care about money!
Cool life hai yaar! Mast bande hain!
And then, a maniacs ROFL!!!
Not to mention I’s shocked, felt like the judgmental me, the believer of all-right-is-right-and-all-wrong-is-wrong child in me was slapped in face…So this is what people actually look upto when they say they want to GROW and make a STATUS LIVING???...So, its fine, infact pretty cool to get arrested and spend some quality time with cops if you carry the status of getting away...Its okay to get drunk to your fill and then drive back all the way from Ooty to Bangalore, this time without being caught…Cheers!!!
My understanding of the terms in caps was shaken from the base…I felt an insistent need to review my social concepts before claiming to understand my very own surroundings…
I have been trying doing that since then…But I fail myself again and again...I really fail to understand how can it be cool, not being in your senses when nonsense is an offending word…People spend their lives building a reputation and then how can they just let it all go in a speck of a moment of being drunk and ignorant…How can the fundamental rules of civic behavior and gentlemen’s policies change their meanings so easily...
And then as always, I remain stuck in the whirl of questions…and this time, it really seems like forever…
Even as I write this, I know this is no way to retort…only a way to save my soul from the vortex of thoughts…when the meaning of all the wisdom thoughts I learnt with an effort over the years, is challenging an existential crisis…
