Random

(As the title suggests, this is a random short piece that has no reason, moral or even a story)

There is a really beautiful woman in a white kurta standing with an ugly old hag, perpendicular to my line of vision, wuhu… they are talking some non sense about some money transfer, I wonder why they are discussing money so formally. Is money that formal an entity, can one not do anything without money? I have a 20 buck note in my wallet today and I am content, it promises me a bus ride home and hardly anything else. That shitty one room apartment perched between the ground floor, which hosts a crappy restaurant run by the landlord’s loser son, and the upper floor where the loser lives with his drunken father, innocent mother and an abusive sister. Having travelled home, mentally, I am now back in the same conscious state that I was in when I started typing on my tiny keyboard, and I now see that woman sitting on the couch across the room fiddling with the locks falling around her face. I wonder again, has she taken a note of my eyes turning and relishing what it sees.

The old woman has lured her into her trap and brought her closer to herself. Her phone has been ringing for the past few seconds; it felt closer to a couple of minutes or more. She glides out of the room and I take quite some time to realize…

OH GOD, SPARE ME!!!

The devil himself would be a lesser trouble to handle than this.

Behold! The Slouch King, the Lazy Lord, of the realm of boredom has walked into the room and is now sitting beside me shamelessly with his clothes falling off his butter hands. His bag, a disaster, and he proclaims he has been everywhere and done everything damn thing, right from banging 60 women over a period of two months to teaching Europeans “How Indians Drink!” (he shouts at times, I am not really Indian I was born in Austria). Yet he is a nice person, who shares his lunch with wankers like me!

Four hours later

Swallowing lunch like a glutton, oily choley-bhature, on a flimsy paper plate, fighting for the laptops to be positioned away from the food, I tried to let the laptops remain where they were, but I failed with no remorse. We were a few minutes off schedule. Wafia ran down the ramp for no reason, and it still is a process too complicated to explain. She passed me a mint gum before we left for the appointment we were running late on. The mint gum drove away the odour of the spices in the choley, it seemed like spearmint but it was not really spearmint, it was a gum too complicated to explain too. She seemed Russian to me and a certain friend of mine when we had joined the university, our observatory (and, or physiognomy)skills weren’t strong enough probably. She told me that the office that we were sitting in has two air conditioners which is enough to cover an area twice the size of the area of the room. This is how random she gets usually, as a matter of fact one of the most random people I know.

Such a wonderful time we had with the “big guy” in his office, under the roof that harbours the administrative section of the university. His interview seemed in no way formal, perfect for the blog, that I am sharing the work of with Wafia. “HE” also made the group photo seem like a family portrait.

A meeting was scheduled at 3 pm, and when it commenced it looked like a random mob meeting under compulsion, everyone seemed to be busy, but I really couldn’t see the work that they were apparently doing. Time now to put an end to this nonsense.