That was a quick weekend trip. Last Sunday morning, myself and Kumar packed up the luggage and left our home half-heartedly thinking about the long work-week ahead. We intentionally left Seven hills early anticipating huge inflow of traffic in The city of vehicles on Sunday evenings. Kumar wore a huge smile since he met me that day. The reason was, which I found later, some serious fun stuff. He explained how his grandpa wished him the very best for his future endeavours (he wished Kumar scads of luck in his love life). I had to hide my tickling ribs and bones after hearing this from the guy who was famous for his Hanuman-batch-leader kinda image during our good-old engineering salad-days. Like any other class-toppers Kumar had displayed negative affinity towards the attracting portion of the class, striving to put up a decent image. And the result is all obvious. True to the fact that “absence makes heart grow fonder”, he is desperate to have time with somebody other than his old humdrum friends. And that day he seemed bottomsup. His grandpa’s wishes seemed to have given him a thunderbolt in his hand. I have to say that he felt like already having his lady-love under his arms.
Kumar had a pretty unusual day. Infact, I felt a bit more seeing him in blissful mood. That scorching afternoon the only passengers to board the bus were myself and our youthful Kumar in his new avtar. As the captain of bus switched to the next gear we saw a new passenger boarding the with a sprite bottle in his hand. Blunder! The newly arrived one is a stunningly beautiful young lady who looked like an oil-painting. Kumar had a surge of adrenalin having bore in his mind the very lucky-words by his Grandpa. Omen, I said. She sat in the seat next to Kumar and made my saintly-friend do unholy things. I never had a second chance peeping at her as I was obscured by Kumar’s relentlessly moving head trying to seek her attention. An hour passed and I saw nothing interesting and dozed off for a while. Few minutes later I saw the eight wonder of world taking place in the seat immediate to mine. It took me a minute to digest what is happening. Its our notorious female-unfriendly Kumar immersed in a genial chat with the gorgeous. I felt like going into a coma.
I surfaced from my sleep after feeling like inhaling a mix of gases in a chemistry laboratory. There we were, in the Majestic. I noticed vacuum occupying the Lady’s seat. And needless to say, Kumar wore a big smile and still in deep sleep. I was afraid to ask him about the lady, as he seemed to kiss me in overjoy. I let my anxiety go off and secured my cheeks. I patted him with a proud smile. It seemed like a gospel of success for my deserved friend. Totally absorbed in deep thoughts, all the night he sang loudly “Mujhe neend na aaye..hoo…na jaane kaha dil khogaya”. Consecutively for the second time that day, I felt exactly like him. Not able to sleep properly, I had no other go but to search for a piece of cotton to save my eardrums.
