"In a way – yes, I know it sounds
kind of gross but it’s hard to explain why we, knowingly or unknowingly wait
for a release. These people were colleagues yes – but the hours in office
together, sharing the same creepy frustration of dreaming bugs, had formed a
connection between us."
"Oh! No need to be so defensive,
they are your friends after all. I can understand – it’s a guy thing, but at
least make some sense when choosing a time and place? No?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I thought
that too. Trust me when I say you really don’t want to party in that extreme
weather in a shabby place with just couple of bowling lanes, pool tables and a
humble discotheque with earsplitting music."
"Then why did you?"
"I didn’t – they did. It is a
collective decision – sort of a pact that says you can join the group at your
own free will, but you can’t say no. There was a common take that guys and
girls in the team, well we all were a little younger and more energetic back then
quite opposed to the old hags we are now – and it seemed to be the right thing
to do."
"So did that actually happen?"
"What do you mean?"
"About your motive of knowing each other, of course."
"Oh! Yes, that was successful to a great extent."
"Over uncontrolled booze and the
person next to you were out of earshot from deafening music – who are you
kidding?"
"Well, I admit it wasn’t courteous.
It was rather a different form of socializing? I saw someone holding a girl’s
hand pulling her to dance floor, someone snatching the microphone from the disk
jockey to propose to a newlywed, someone offering a drink or someone simply
shedding tears after a lost love – you know what I mean."
"That is your idea of knowing a
girl or impressing a girl – tell me honestly."
"I’d say it bared a lot of our true
self, took out that fine sugarcoating of politeness and mannerism around us.
There was no air of pretense and we were following own free spirit."
"In which case, calling it lousy
would be an understatement."
"Well, I was just trying to be
poetic – speaking figuratively."
"Yeah right and those wretched
girls in your party had something different in mind for you lot."
"Well, I’d not know if they did.
But finally we ended in a happy note. That was something to look forward to."
"You want me to believe after all
that?"
"It became fairly funny the next
morning. It turned out that one, who asked that girl for a dance, virtually did
so to every girl in the party, which sort of diluted the offense and the girls
took it sportingly. One, who had proposed over the microphone, eventually lost
his shirt to dance bare chest at the center of the dance floor and was forgiven
since he was clearly far from sober. One, who offered drink to everybody, ended
up tipping five hundred bucks to the cab driver that took him home. The last
guy was literally lifted by his friends and carried home. He couldn’t remember
any of it, of course, and called up his friends to
confirm what exactly happened but his friends haven’t told him till date that he
vomited so much so that they had to clean the cab after stopping by a local
pond."
"And where were you amidst all
this?"
"Clearly the only one in right
frame of mind and possession of senses to have gone through all this, make a note of all the little things and remember the same over years."
"You know that I know when you’re
lying, right?"
"Well, I know that you’d rather
know my secrets than catch me lying."
"That too", she said looking at the
piece of piece paper that came out of a book while cleaning few minutes back before the conversation followed. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
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