This little incident has the following ‘entertaining’ things:
- Fog from Delhi.
- Food from Lebanon.
- Coffee from Pune.
- Dancing boy from Berkeley.
- ET from Goa.
The story is not really fascinating, but I bet the coffee had a completely different angle on it.
Ok, let me clarify, we coffees have memories across lives, so don’t be confused as to why I know how a tray is a tray and a cup is a cup. This was my 42nd life and I was really kinda looking forward to it. I was quite honestly very surprised as I was being made because my kind does not get made in Lebanese fast food joints. As I came into being, I could feel myself being transferred from one big vessel into a smaller one and back, much to the amusement of the red shirt guy who was doing this act. I, on the other hand was getting a tad bit irritated, my original vessel was nice, but the new one was all cold, and was giving me shivers. After some more daring transfers by red shirt guy without spilling any part of me, he put me in a cup, which was also very cold. I felt a slight jerk as it seemed the world around me was moving, and then as I went to an edge of the cup I saw a flat brown tray on which I was being transferred someplace. Sometime soon, I felt another chill, but that was from the extremely cold air outside. As I saw up ahead, I could see a slim guy looking at me delightfully. I was then transferred to the most entertaining table I must have ever been on.(Ok maybe that is an exaggeration by the author)
So as I looked around, I could see the slim guy looking very edgy and shifty as he sat in his seat. We shall refer to him as “ET” for obvious reasons. In front of him was this guy with a weird physique, we shall refer to him as “berkeley boy” from now on, for reasons which shall be explained later. Next to him was this girl with a determined look on her face. Unfortunately I never really found out what she was determined to do, anyway, she will be “cumminz girl” for reasons which are pretty obvious, but which shall be explained later. Opposite her and next to the slim guy was this girl who was looking apprehensive about the world around her. There was something about her, never really could put my finger on it. She shall be referred to as “the fog” for reasons which shall not get clear ever.
Sitting at the table for sometime I gathered some information about these characters. Apparently there was fog in Delhi, which was delaying all trains in and out of the city. As an effect, ET’s train to Goa had been delayed, and he had 5 hours to kill in Pune. Considering that berkeley boy was the only jobless friend he had, he had come to this place with berkeley boy. On observing the air between cumminz girl and berkeley boy, I was tempted to think that there was something up between them, but no such hints in the conversation made me think otherwise. The fog was cumminz girl’s friend from someplace called woodlands. They did not seem to be like jungle folk, but one can never really tell. The conversation was mainly dominated by the fog and berkeley boy with cumminz girl chipping in at critical junctures and ET sitting quiet, which made me think that ET was the jungle folk there. I still remember some excerpts from the conversation that I heard.(not necessarily in chronological, or any order for that matter)
berkeley boy:
“He likes to mug up random peoples syllabi” after he saw ET asking the fog about Lehninger.
the fog:
“And what is this difference between nerds and geeks that you speak of?” in response to ET.
ET:
“It’s complicated” might be added under artistic allowance.
cumminz girl:
“I told these two that if they wanted to meet in private it was cool” telling the fog about the other two.
the fog:
“Have you two got something going on?” wrt ET and berkeley boy making signals.
ET:
“Rather, I would love to have a wife that lets me be the househusband” wrt to nothing in particular.
berkeley boy:
“Stop saying that there is no us” to ET.
ET:
“He likes to call them his pecks” in defence of berkeley boy.
berkeley boy:
“I actually approve of her liking girls too” in randomness.
cumminz girl:
“During our sleepovers, she is the one who used to preach us” about the fog.
the fog:
“So, tell me what BDSM stands for” testing berkeley boy with his knowledge of the dark arts.
ET:
“The coffee out here is really awesome. You should try it. Boss, one more coffee.” in praise of me, as he gulped me down.
RIP 42nd life.
Note from the author:
There might be a possible 43rd life.
PS:
ET is me, if you geniuses haven’t figured out already.
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Do find a little free time to read the 43rd life, and a lot of it to understand the it.
[edit 14/1] on account of the fog’s impressive observation skills lehringer, has been changed to lehninger.
