In some parts of the world where people clad in formals listen to endless telephone conversations helping foreigners in their business Fridays are a boon and if that is the last day of the month it cant get any better coz u have got your salary and are looking forward to spend a laidback weekend. It was one of those Fridays which I always expect each day to be and I was grinning happily looking at the SMS sent by the bank confirming that my salary was credited. My happiness never lasts long and this time its no different and soon I got a call from Loser.
"Dude I wanna meet you now" his voice was dumb as usual. I hated it and him for spoiling my mood.
"Cant you see?? I'm not getting paid for sitting idle all day and thinking shit like you. I have a fucking job and I can't meet you now" May be I was a bit too harsh on him but he dint care. He never cares abt my mood or wat I do.
"So how about making it tonight?" He asked.
"Like I have a choice" I murmured and hung up.
So that night at 10 PM we made ourselves comfortable on our couches with Antiquity Blue accompanying us. We both had it thrice that day and it was showing some effect on me. I was contemplating about the talk if I should initiate not that I had any interest but it was inevitable.
"Dude..Life sucks" He declared finally. I was happy dat he started talking coz the silence was getting to my nerve. I nodded my head in consensus. He was lost in his own thoughts and for a moment I thought that if he could be lost in his own thoughts why take the pain of calling me. May be that was the only reason I like to be with him coz he is vulnerable with me. He doesn't have any friends other than me and so I don't know how he would be with others but as far as I know he is the only person who consults me about his problems. I do have my share of them but I never discuss them with him just coz I feel that it'll make me weak in front of him and also I always thought that I will find someone better to share with, one thing he was sure that'd never happen.
"Wassamatter dude...Dont wanna confess?" I mocked him. One look at his eyes told me that he was attempting to be serious, lame attempt though I thought.
"Sometimes it happens in life that you never know what interests you anymore, the team which you cheer for always looses in the IPL, you have the most painful break-up of your life, no one cares a shit about you, and not even 360 ml of the most expensive scotch makes any fucking difference to the thoughts going on in your head." He spoke slowly and intensely and for a moment I thought he was in pain but I chose to ignore it coz he is a man and he for sure has to take care of himself and has to stop givin me shit coz I hav enuf of it in my mind. And secondly he is a guy. It's a different thing if it is a gal not that listening to their pains is any easy.
"It is amazing how things of little significance tend to piss you badly at these times, how different and blissful life used to be when we were kids and don't know a thing about how life would be or of course how it should be, how painful and vulnerable expectations of any sort can make you."
"Common man stop this coz this aint takin u anywhere" I wanted to scream but thot better of it coz I know that it's a waste of time and energy to talk things of sense to him at any point.
"Expectations. They make you feel like a piece of crap. Tell you what dude even though you feel that I am a piece of crap the realization of the fact is more painful than the fact itself." He is at his patronizing best and given half a chance I would run away from him and neva face him for my entire life.
"No man I neva thought of you in that way" I said placing my hand on his shoulder. This is an intelligent bastard I thought, making me say things which I would never say to him and I prayed for that goddamned scotch that he was drinking to have some effect on him so that he can doze off and spare me his loser statements.
"Take an advice dude. This is absolutely free. Life is a bitch and it sucks the moment you thought you have figured it out. Never love anyone more than yourself" offering me that gyan he dozed off.
Once again I was alone one thing which I was quite used to from long. I had a long night ahead and there is no whisky left.
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hey dude...this is cool...the way u have narrated is awesome...i generally don't read such long posts...but u got me with this..
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