The theory of everything
“Yaar badey din ho gye mile, when are you gonna be in Delhi?” I asked as I sat in my empty apartment staring at my viewless window opening into the vast greens.
“Next week aa rahi hu, ek hafte ko, Poko bhi ari hai”
“Poko as Loco Poko, hehehehe”
“Tujhe yaad hai?”
“Your college bestie na? Ya we met na, Meko yaad hai”
“So she’s crashing at my place, sister’s place technically. You wanna come over?”
“Is that an option? I mean Aapi would be cool with that?”
“Yeah, wo chill hai, waise bhi wo ghar pe hogi nahi, she’s got plans after work.”
“Oooooh party scenes haan, sahi. Chalo achha hai, koi to zindagi ke mazey lera hai, humare mazey to zindagi liye jari hai”
It was a light friday, not much work as most people left early. Thankfully we had a fixed hours of work week policy, for which we would do extra half an hour all week so we could leave early on Friday. Somehow that little extra time, being able to avoid the weekend rush of traffic and being able to stay home for the weekend was a breather I craved badly. Working in an MNC, and pursuing an industrial research project, I probably had everything I wanted in my career. At least that is how it appeared to be on the surface. And yet, I felt signing off every friday as if I were a prisoner stuck on an island who gets to see light. Boarding the metro, I decided to head over to my friend's place, a few stops before mine. A change to routine might help lift my spirits, I pondered. Reaching her house, crossing the over crowded lanes of Okhla, and walking past hoards of sellers and buyers I was ecstatic to be walking through a mini bazaar. This part of the city was a lot like the little sister of Old Delhi, the people, the shops, the hawkers and their calls. Thick aroma of fried and savoury snacks that attracted foodies from around the capital to flock over drool worthy dishes and what not. I loved that vibe, without the actual travel of going all the way to Old Delhi. Anyway, four flights of stairs later I was at my friend’s, as her sister left for the night to enjoy with her friends and left us three incharge of her house. We hugged and laughed and decided to arrange for food first and go on a binge watching spree for the night. We ordered a sumptuous meal of deep fried dishes and noodles to go with fries and ice cream for late night snacks. In the meantime the food came in, I was fast asleep on the sofacumbed which was supposed to be our shared sleep raft tonight. In the meantime, I was told these two ladies played a game of chess over my sleeping body and even took some silly pictures so I won’t miss out on all the fun. Around 1 in the night I woke up, well rested, while my Loco poco buddies were seriously invested in staring at the screen watching horror movies and I woke up with my hair all messy, covering half my face. What happened next was epic fun, not only did I scare them, their shrieks made me scared too and then we all had a good laugh over the confusion. We sat through the night chatting about silly stuff ranging from the variety of sambar in south India, to the kinds of men you come across on dating platforms and the theory of everything in between. It may not have been the most conventionally fun way to spend the friday night for young women in their early twenties, it surely brought out the most belly-rumbling, peculiarly funny and genuine laughter in each of us. The kind where one’s laughter is funnier than the joke itself We sat like seals flapping their arms as we laughed through teary eyes and just like that, without any alcohol, these three girls sitting in solace on the top floor of a building in a crowded city found their happy high; their good trip and fun time.
Next morning we woke up after noon, so there was no next morning. Picking up my bags, I headed home while Loco poco rushed to the railway station so as to not miss her evening train home. Sometimes we all need a break from our lives no matter how nicely we may have built it to fit our lines of orderliness and sequence of plans. A little bit of mess should always be welcomed with open arms to ensure smooth running of the endless cogwheels of this elaborate machinery called life.
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