My side of the story:-
“Where are you going?” I asked my overly eager and urgent roomie who was hurling his clothes from the closet onto his bed which landed at a somewhat lower altitude.
“It’s urgent. I have to go.”
“That’s quite clear.” Actually when a man stands in front of you in his undergarments, with a tooth brush in his mouth, towel on his shoulders and with foam on his invisible beard, the urge to ask an self explanatory question can’t be controlled.
“But where?” I asked again.
“I’ll tell you later. Tell me, where is the thing in which I keep my atm card?”
“You mean your wallet, right?”
“Yah! Whatever….where are they?” he asked again.
“In your jeans.” I replied
“And where is that?”
“Arnab took it. He wanted it as his roommate had left for class when he was in the shower”
“And you let him take it?”
“He never asked. He came in, wore the pants and your black shirt, sprinkled your deodorant and took one of your notebooks and rushed to the class.”
I saw my roommate’s eyes burning in anger as I continued.
“And yes he used your comb and I am sure that he has your wallet too.”
I showed some signs of concern for a pitiful face of my roommate who was standing shell shocked in the same position as earlier. Yes, he did share some of his extreme thoughts, in not so polite manners, which were bound to come in a situation like the one in which he found himself.
He jerked suddenly. The pause was unusual. He stood as if he had realized something.
“What happened?” I asked after tossing the tornado to him.
“I don’t have any money and my movie ticket was in the wallet. The show is going to start in half an hour and that idiot totally ruined my date.”
“Date?” I was baffled, if not shocked. My roommate has a date.
“Yes. Me and Prerna. I promised her and now I am late thanks to the professor. What can I do now? Roshan, dude you have to save me. Think of something, anything.”
“The best I could do is to somehow get you some clothes and a cycle. You get dressed up quickly and reach the Physics laboratory. Saha will be there right now. Get the wallet and rush to the girl’s hostel.”
I walked up to my closet and gave him a shirt and literally pulled out a belt and jeans from a nearby friend.He wore the clothes, tied his shoes and swept his hands on the hair and ran for the door.I wished him luck.
Later that night
.I was busy on my notebook as sudden burst of human power bolted the door open. My roommate entered as tired as hell.
“Where were you? It’s quite late. How was your date?” I asked anxiously.
“What a date it was! I could not tell you how happy I am.” He said in a very joyous mood. It definitely didn’t make me happy at all. Why should I be happy? He had got a girlfriend, who was a decent girl in a college like this. And I still screw myself till date.
“After the movie we had dinner and strolled our way to the girl’s hostel. We chatted for like years and it didn’t seem to end. Just two of us. It was like a dream. I am so tired. Thanks buddy for your help. Without you it would have never been possible”
I will forever curse myself for this. As he explained his date-story his phone rang.
“Hey, it’s her again see?”
The mobile flashed the name Prerna. WTF. Why is he showing it to me?
“Hi…yes I know….oh not at all….we’ll see. Wait a second!” he left the room for some private talk. I was burning in anger. Till yesterday he was the dumbest roommate ever and now I hated his lover boy attitude.
I hated him and pitied myself, what a loser am I!
He returned and rocked on to his bed. I got back, closed my pc and drew my blanket. As I went to sleep I could not bear the jealous feeling that arouse inside me and I kept saying to me ‘this was the worst day of my life.’
My roomie’s tale: The other side of the story
‘This was the worst day of my life’
