“Wake up Sid”
The loud noise of the mobile banged my ears as I regained my toppled senses. It had become a routine for me to shut down the cacophony and prepare myself for another short nap. My laziness had devoured upon me. I pulled the blanket back on me.
One click on the mobile and a bang on the table clock can make the world so peaceful at times.
But soon I realized that I was not so early after all. I swiftly raised my hands and got hold of the table clock and took a brisk glance at it.
It was twelve in the afternoon.
Wait a second, something is wrong.
No not my waking up so early, such things often occur, something else. I don’t have a table clock.
I also don’t have any blanket. That is also not my alarm tone. That is not my mobile.
The big question is “Where am I?”
These few incidents had made a clear indication that I was not in my room.
I got up from the bed which was not mine. It’s strange when you wake up in some other room, on some others bed, at twelve in the afternoon and wearing someone else’s clothes.
I soon discovered it was Rajan Sir’s room. I was in the senior hostel.
“But why am I here?”
“What happened last night?”
My head was paining and I felt a little dizzy. I felt I saw a nightmare. I could somehow recollect the faint memories and my nightmare.
Last night we went to Equator. Late night party with batch mates and seniors is always fun. After all, nice music and glass of Beer can make anyone feel heavenly.
“I bet she is not a girl. She walks like a man, talks like a man; I think she should also shave like a man.” Rajan sir said as he finished his seventh drink of the night.
“Take another one Roshan.” Andy Sir said as he passed the bottle towards me. “So, where were we?”He continued.
“In the girl’s hostel” said Rajan sir who looked like drunk, waved like drunk, laughed like drunk. In short he was drunk. Everyone laughed. Sometimes I do wonder, don’t we have any other topic to talk about other than girls, guns, gadgets, gizmos and g mats.
Girls in our college, a pseudo concept, are worse than mirage or any other optical illusion. You look at girls, not girls who look like boys. Others, who can be considered, are much more proud than one expects. You can find the answers for the Bermuda triangle but this mystery will still leave many of the coming batches bewildered and baffled.
“Can we file a petition for “50% admission to girls in engineering colleges? Varun said.
“Bad joke, Matiyao” Said Ghosh who was not interested in having any sip further. I could see his fingers joggle. He was ready to retreat.
“What do you call when a butt catches fire?” Adi questioned.
Ghosh said “no answer.”
“Fire in the hole” Adi said as he laughed out loud and wild.
“Another cheap joke” Ghosh replied amusingly.
“Hey guys, when are the end semesters going to start.” I asked.
“Forget it Roshan, none of us are going to get A’s. We live in a C grade world and everybody expects us to B+.” said Andy sir.
“And a pack of cigarettes can help me forget every damn teacher’s face except for the English substitute teacher, she is an angel.”Adi said.
“Enough of this BC. No more talking about girls." Rohit said.
“I feel dizzy.” Rajan sir said as he stood up and sat down with a blink of an eye.
“Me too. Ghosh my friend, I love you mate.” Said Rohit bent to kiss Ghosh on the cheek.
Ghosh rocked back as Rohit kissed Adi on the forehead.
“What the hell is this?” he said annoyingly.
“Sit straight, you idiot. You are completely drunk dude.” I said as he moved towards me for sharing my share of his infinite love. I swung back instantly.
I took another glass as the drink now slowly got hold of me.
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