Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Not a very different day

“Are you getting bored?” Madhurima asked matter of factly and I saw the blue lining on the frame of her glasses as I was seeing everything else and noticing nothing. I heard some chuckles which used to be a roar of laughter earlier but the novelty had been worn off…worn off with so many uses that I was getting bored of it too.
We, some colleagues, went to a restaurant for lunch. Everyone could found something to gossip upon while waiting for the food; and there I was, amidst them, silent, listening to everybody and none.
They couldn’t bear the burden of my sulking face any longer and tried to include me in their discussion. I decided to encash the opportunity, listened to them for a minute and started. At first, I knocked down Samendu with a “How can you talk so rubbish? It is impossible…” and brushed aside Neelanjali trying to support him with “…Don’t talk about them. Stupid people…” They were trapped and I fought like a hero, one against four with “…How can you people talk like this, you are educated…” or “…Let me finish first…” but never letting them to. Sayanti forgot she was giving Abhishek some expert opinions about shopping, eyed me for a minute or two and ordered “Manas, JSU (It’s her style to say Just Shut Up!)” with such a finality that I could not suppress the smile anymore and picked up the glass of water to take a sip. The sip became a gulp; that was the 4th glass of water I drank.
They were in the process of returning to their gossips which I wouldn’t complaint without when Sayanti hijacked them to Shopper’s Stop. I pondered over never ever coming again, but left it at that realizing the thought seemed to be revisited.
I saw the waiter was coming to our table with his hands dangling merrily beside his torso, without any idea of a customer bored to death. He told us a certain dish couldn’t be served. While they ordered another, I swallowed the thought of food with the 5th glass, mind’s respite for a few seconds. I picked up the menu card, read through all the dishes, watched the interior design and decoration of the restaurant and tried to match it with the menu card, took Abhishek’s digi-cam and took some snaps of it.
Samendu requested me earnestly not to be so bored and turned his head back to answer Madhurima. I looked down to the table, looked at the ornamental graphics around the border…
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When I was with the 8th glass, food came. I became delirious with happiness; there was now something to do with.
After we got out of the restaurant everybody was looking for a taxi. I got in again looking for the toilet.