Saturday Afternoon
Dodo:” I can’t walk…”
Me: “I know…don’t you just wish you had a hovercraft right now. Buzzzzzzz vrrooom vrrooom vrrooom. VEEEEEEEEE. ”
Dodo:” Hahahaha… Idiot! Don’t make me laugh. It’s paaaaaainful. Can you imagine, I actually have to climb stairs to get to room. Mamma!”
The rest of us:”Hahahaha..”
Me:”Idiot! Now who’s making who laugh.”
Earlier that day
The four of us, after suffering for sometime from an acute case of NITW mess food, decided to EAT “proper proper” food at an apparently proper restaurant.
Oh and eat we did. We ate like we’d never eaten before, like the world was coming to an end, like food was air and we were suffocating to death. Ok, getting way ahead of myself but basically I think you get the point.
So there we were walking back to college, literally dragging our feet, the “pleasant” weather making things so much easier for us.
Me: “Do you realize we are drunk on good food?”
Dodo:” Yeah, well think about it. What does getting high mean after all? It is a release of ecstasy in the body that makes one feel immensely happy or good and lasts for a short while so when you think about it this is an appropriate explanation for the condition we are in which means….that logically speaking we are high. ”
Devil/ angel: “Huh?”
Laughter followed by clutching of stomachs in pain.
All of us:”Ouch!”
The night before
Dodo: “Isn’t this the best grape juice ever?”
Me:”Yeah I know. It’s really good.”
Rizwan:” Mary, look at what you’ve done to poor Shine.”
Shine, the poor guy, was looking all depressed because a certain someone (moi) raised a particular finger at him earlier that day.
Shine turned his dejected face away when I called out his name.
Dodo:” FRIENDS is good.”
Me:” No it’s not.”
Shelton (looking at me like he’s going to reveal the most shocking fact of the century)cue in the background music, the tempo rises and the score has raised to a higher pitch, leaving the audience in utter suspense for what is about to happen next:” I left MY GAMES……… for FRIENDS!!!!!”
Yup. The music stops abruptly.
At that point I actually felt like changing sides because if Shelton left HIS GAMES for something…..
During the course of these two separate and unconnected incidents, there was also underlying danger at every road crossing.
26th Night:
Dodo:”BUS!!! Bus, bus, bus.”
Me:”Hold on.”
As Dodo held on to my arm that day and we crossed the road together, I felt thankful that I survived yet another episode of “CROSSING THE ROAD……………WITH DODO!”.
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27th Afternoon:
Dodo:”Hey, I can cross roads by myself you know.”
An auto zooms past and misses her by inches. Dodo doesn’t even notice.
Looking at the expression on my face,
Dodo:” What? I can!”
I think to myself, oh holy mother of god, please let us just survive another episode of
“CROSSING THE ROAD……………WITH DODO!”
Life goes on at NITW. An occasional dose of good food, dangerous episodes of road crossings, but mostly and most importantly, a regular and steady supply of good company is what keeps us going here.
