Let me ask you a question. Do you have friends? Do you really? Are the number of friends you can call up at midnight with any kind of godforsaken gibberish to spill out, be counted on the fingers of a single hand? Most likely, yes. Does that surprise you?
I wake up pretty late in the morning to find my elder sister ecstatic with the news that in lieu of some special offer, movie tickets are available at a very basic rate. Her chirpy energy soon rubs off on me and I end up dialing all the contacts, that have been safely stored into the trust-worthy memory card of my mobile phone and pester them with requests of watching a movie together, in vain.
Excuse #1: I don’t think my mother will reciprocate the idea of going to a movie a day before the result for our examination is out.
MY REASONING: Well, in all probability, your parents are not going to be impressed by your performance and in turn you will be grounded thereafter. No time to watch a flick then, is there?
RESULT: A quick chukle and the sound of the receiver being jammed swiftly.
Excuse #2: You know I don’t really like to watch movies. I’ll be asleep by the time they turn the lights back on for the intermission.
MY REASONING: Well, no use arguing there. But I think you are missing one hell of an opportunity to spend time with the ever-entertaining “me”.
RESULT: No further contact until dawn. No movie theater operates at that odd hour.
Excuse#3: I’ve already bought the tickets to the movie that I will be cherishing in the comfortable company of my family.
MY REASONING: Let’s go watch a different flick.
RESULT: Out-right rejection to the face, sans even a tiny glimpse of sympathy (for lack of a better word).
Excuse #4: I’ve already seen the said movie.
MY REASONING: None whatsoever.
RESULT: I feel unrightfully betrayed at not being told or rather invited to join her. Make sure to avoid any friendly contact for atleast a couple of days. Fail miserably at it, cave into sending hilarious memes to the aforesaid ‘friend’.
The others failed to pick up their phones, to which, at not-such-annoying-times, they cling onto as dearly as an old unhealthy man clings onto his pacemaker. Also, complete and utter failure to return those missed calls or even acknowledge receiving such ‘interruptions’ from me, sadden me. Or do they?
I count on my fingers, checking people off an imaginary check-list to ensure I had not left anyone undisturbed. Feeling quite satisfied with the number of people in whose sweet-moving-lives I had created temporary ripples, I climb onto my bed, get under the covers and begin talking to my best friend, who unfortunately could not escape my wicked cluthes- the book in my hand.