Posted: 03 May 2012 at 9:11am | IP Logged
"It's probably not a very good idea to sit in a corner of the room with question marks in the air." The phrase kept haunting my conscience every second as I tried to figure out my schedule for the rest of the evening. It was the weekend after all, and I refused to waste my privileges of enjoying each and every bit of it. A bored mind, indeed, was the only thing I had to my credit that day. "Get ready and do something for God's sake," a weak inner voice kept bothering me. As I was hunting through my wardrobe, I was momentarily interrupted by a call on my cell phone. "Hey Roshan," said a voice on the other side. "I'm bored, dude. Wanna go clubbin'?" For some odd reason, my mind was in a disagreement with my heart. "Clubbing, hmm...," I mumbled under my breath with a skeptical state of mind. "So, Roshan, should I take that for a 'yes,' dude?" he said after a brief moment of silence. By now, I had realized that my answer wouldn't have mattered, as Rohit would drag me to the bar anyway. I finally agreed to the plan and hung up on him. I put on a fancy Van Huesen suit, sprayed myself with a Hugo Boss cologne, and got myself in the mood to rock and roll my evening!
Within thirty minutes; a dazzling silver Mazda stopped at my apartment. As I was trying to make myself comfortable in Rohit's car, I was taken aback by a blow of unacceptable fumes. "Rohit! You are drunk, dude! You can't be driving like that, and I am not letting you drive like that either," I exclaimed. Rohit reacted uncannily and his smirk gave me goose bumps for a moment. I was silent. I was still. "Is drinking and driving a bad combo, Roshan?" Rohit was having quite a fun time with his own silly jokes. His cold and careless attitude made my heart skip a beat. The minute we left my apartment complex, Rohit burst into a fit of laughter. I giggled at his mannerism with a perplexed state of mind. "Now, what was that for?" I asked. "You know Roshan, my mom had almost caught me with alcohol in my car," he chuckled. Rohit's nonchalant chuckle was followed by a hearty laugh, while I sat there and wondered. I didn't want Rohit to get caught by a state trooper. By now, I'd secretly started praying!
Finally, we hit the bars at about 11:00 pm. The bouncers seemed busy with their job of checking everyone's IDs. As I was frantically going through my coat, searching for my wallet; Rohit held me by my arm and grinned at me in a superficial manner. "It's OK; you don't need your ID; the dude knows me," boasted Rohit. His watery eyes and a strong breath were a bit too much for me to handle. When we reached to the front of the line, the bouncer exclaimed, "Hey Rohit! How'ya doin' bro? Long time, no see, eh! Where have you been all this time?" The bulky bouncer rambled on and on. Before he could utter his next words, Rohit interrupted him. "Josh, this is Roshan, my friend," he said in an excited voice. Rohit whispered in the bouncer's ear and asked him to let us enter the bar without checking our ID's. The moment we entered the bar; I nearly tripped on a spilled beverage. "Aah! And you say I am drunk," quipped Rohit. His tone was quite sarcastic and I could clearly feel the irony of the moment.
I kept telling myself that this is what I wanted to do all evening, since I was getting bored. And now that I was at the bar with my favorite music playing, I felt absolutely horrible and wanted to leave. With the passing of time, I got myself into the mood. I began conversing with a few pretty girls, who, just like me, were seeking an acquaintance. But alas, I wasn't even halfway through my conversation, when I heard a familiar voice... in an unfamiliar fashion!, of course! I witnessed a fight between a few 'boozed-out' men and Rohit. "Not again," I sighed. This wasn't the first time that such an incident had taken place. I guess, I should say, I was mentally prepared for the melodrama of a bar fight. The time had finally come for me to rescue my pal.
I rushed towards him. "Rohit, stop it!" I kept on yelling at the top of my lungs. "Quit it, dude; you've had enough for the day. We need to leave now!" As I dragged Rohit out of the bar, an entertained crowd booed at us. It was embarrassing, but the task had to be accomplished. I drove a semi-conscious Rohit back to his home. My only concern at the time was that his mother, Mrs. Walia, shouldn't come to know of what had happened; no matter what! After parking his car, halfway into his garage, I silently sneaked into Rohit's house through the garage door. I escorted him to his bedroom and laid him on his bed. As I proceeded to remove his shoes and drape him with his comforter, I heard Rohit's uncomfortable moans. "Roshan, wha..." he murmured for a few seconds before going completely quiet. I stood there calmly watching him as he dozed off. I then took off with his car and finally reached my apartment. My calm apartment was awaiting me. I was tired and stressed out at the same time. Rohit's behavior had caused quite an embarrassment for everyone around him. I changed back into my pajamas, slowly wondering about the ruined evening. A rejuvenating massage would have been a good treat then, I thought. I glanced around me one final time, before completely dropping myself on the bed with my face buried in my pillow. The thoughts of a wasted evening lingered around my head. As the night swept through with silence, a cloud of sleep started flowing above me, pestering me to end my day. I finally fell asleep at around 1:00 am.
Edited by -Desi-IFer- - 08 May 2012 at 11:29am