Apple and Orange - Episode 5

Apple and Orange by vino4d - Episode 5

Chennai Central

I read the name board at railway station, looked next the clock— 4:15. After an hour, I took a local train to my friends living place. I was seated behind window on the train and seeing the buildings outside.

"Don't worry.. I will get the job and you two will have a new home." I thought about my pets.

 ‘I got job because of my Turtles' luck’ 

"I will say this to everyone―who are told me the turtles are the bad omen" I talked myself.

A only passenger on the compartment stared as is I had selftalkomania. 

"Uh-oh" I stopped my self-talk.

***
On 7am, I reached my fellows apartment, and half of my classmate boys—exactly seven guys—was there. They also applied for the interview. I joined with my friends and attended the 1st round—written test, its results would announced in  next weeks and came back.

Now all the fellows— some of us are not really friends each other— are gathered in one spot. What if all boys —except one(god's cub)— had love on alcohol.

"Can we drink" one of them ignited.

It spreaded like Ghost fire. They counting heads and asking everyone one by one. 

"What do you say?" They asked me—it was my turn.

I was thinking. I just had enough money to return home. But I like to drink. But money. What can I say. I was thinking.

"He will drink. Ask next one" one fellow said before I answer. He was one of my close friend in college times. However he reached twenty two, he just had five year old kid's heart and brain—Grown kid.

And they also brought me drinks.

"Wait." I stopped a guy next to me. " We must say cheers"

"Cheers" all cheered the drinks.

All are talked and laughed each other with glasses. Even the not really friends are being friendly.

You know why people are become more friendly or weird or rude when drunk, than sober. Because alcohol SOMETIMES—I highlighted the word— made our mind insanely ready to do what it loves. 

" Take my money.. buy more drinks.." a guy said and giving his debit card in half conscious.

"No, it enough. You wasting your money" another guy advising him as wore his specs.

"I'm not. Look.." His fingers pointing me, "This man was coming as our guest and its not enough. So.." he said in slow motion, his eyes battling for shutdown, the head swinging up and down.

"Anything I told, you don't hear. Carry on" the another guy dotted the conversation.

"Anyhow I get drinks" I thought and excited inside.

Within next hour, extra bottle of whiskey arrived. We drunk and some loitering around the apartment.

One of us taking picture of lift button and posted on social media. 

"Oh, you showing everyone that you lived in eleven floor apartment." Grown kid continued, " hey look.. I'm rich f***er" he mocking him and laughed.

He grimaced Grown kid as fine-tuned his spectacles, his finger crossed down on the round lift buttons—the numbers arranged in two columns zigzagly—and said, "this odd numbers set" as pointed the first column, "this was even" as pointed another.

"So?" Grown kid said.

"Both loving eachother but never unite eachother"

Grown kid and I was confused and gazed him.

"Racism" he said.

What a drunken philosopher!

***
Someone dismantling my head from the torso. Oh God, some black sheep trying to cutoff my head when I'm alive.  I felt pain on my hair roots. I opened my eyes and realizing the drunken philosopher was lying on my long hair. My curly long hair stucked between ground and his fat shoulder. I pulled and released my hair, and looking around—all are sleeping—and lying again.

"Sh*t, somebody taking my money from the account" debit card guy said as rubbing his forehead.

Others informed him the things happened on the last night.

"What! Am I said that?" he blasted in shock, and immediately checking his bank balance & history on his mobile phone.

When I noticed his changeover, my brain 
quoting movie disclaimer card " Liquors wrecking home and country"

***
"Stay here, we will go somewhere at weekend." Grown kid said. I moved with some of the friends to another room.

For weekend, there was five more days left. I was thinking— again about money.

"No. Your house owner was  messy pussy. why you getting trouble for me. And I also don't have enough money " I said, rested on land.

"There is no trouble. Just stay here" he said as looking himself at mirror and buttoned his dark bluish shirt in hurry.

I thought again for a minute.

"You will stay here" he smiled at me, ruffled and revamped his hairstyle himself.

I nodded passively

***
To be continue...

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