It is official now. After culling out from the calculated risks, Angel has agreed to his proposal…phew… now why on earth will she say yes for the guy she has never claimed to love. Hmmm do not ask for reasons. You always forget there are no reasons involved in the matter of heart. Urgh…the soundtrack too suits the situation ‘If I go insane, please don’t put wires in my brain’. This is the way she always was, never too sure. Aks retorted, you did not think again. Angel , are you like- sure? Now that was a question she herself would have answered. But I was glad that she came out of the agony aunt frame of mind…this was a happy moment after all. Sam was covert, quiet, & at ease as always. She never had any opinion. She would gladly nod her head unlike me whose outrage sometimes looked like fire fighter’s hose. I know it all and listen to me was me. The fifth one was the geek heroin with fury of a tigress. She was just gaping at her…irresolute of the next line of action.
I was speechless is an under statement. I do not really know what my reaction to angel’s breaking news was. She has done that umpteen number of times, so I didn’t feel strange but yes was little fretful. It would be presumptuous of me to say that I accept it. It was the least required at that moment and could easily be mopped with little ignorance. Now you would wonder why it was a big thing…well it was because inside of me knew that this is a cindrella story of three-four days and the ugly transition to a tear jerker will be solely directed on me. ‘Why does it happen to me always’, ‘why me’ bla bla.
Aks narrates the incident, revealing a suggesting lacuna in the system (hostel)…she also put forward things we could do to kill our warden…we felt homicidal…now she was a real pain. We would have given her a rat’s arse for that..lol…warden was again fuming; reason- we didn’t follow rules. Her nostrils flared, naso-labial folds seethed with anger, etc etc deformations happened…choice of metaphor is merely a matter of tone. I knew the plot to kill warden was a bogus insight, a result of drunken aggression…which would simmer down the very next morning. And the frenzied thought about warden will take a backseat with breaking of dawn and college lectures...First lecture sucks will start, breakfast tastes like sawdust…damn it , its chilly…Darn winters of Delhi….nay, we knew winter is special. Cold and grey Delhi winters, you can savor belonging to yourself. But this cold weather brought a lot of warm memories… we never realized how five of us crossed path of unrelenting compassion, warmth and life. The birth of this, I know, is weird…but this is how it was on that day and always.
When we stepped out, the happy sight of a dude with guitar waited for us…we used be deliriously happy just to watch him play it… when we were broke, we would suffice ourselves with bread tiki…or some burly meal sans taste. The mid day meal during exam time is a passé, we would gorge on mid night meal…do not ask the secret recipe (considering, we couldn’t cook in hostel)…I refuse to reveal. DU exams, which kept us awake like a persistent moth…. We were round the bend people, not saying/doing commonplace thing….that made us yawn. Awww how much we would miss the star bucks gossip, Angel’s comfy bed to sit n chat, changes bringing seismic waves in the corridor of hostel, pleading look of warden- ‘fate of my hostel is in your hands now’, nuh-uh can’t tell you all…in fact, everything that has happened…countless things, too much to quell rowdy us, youth freed from fetters of any n everything, useless tussle on schism between fact and conjecture…… Our ‘anyone wants to discuss’ interface with JIT information, love foolish men..Yuck… our I can’t fucking wait for this movie/book/play/sale/exhibition/fair, high low uh…oh, what not!
We wanted to burn…shine…explode like roman candles….
