Its 4.02 AM. Probably it’s my first night-out since my DSP (Digital Signal ProcessingJ) exam way back in 2oo2. It’s a cool way to welcome the weekend isn’t? I knew that I have the whole Saturday to compensate for this. The reason behind this extra-ordinary night-out is an ordinary “Chocolate”.
I and my friend decided to watch a movie at Innovative. Though it was drizzling a bit it was not heavy and didn’t stop us from driving. We managed to reach the multiplex on time. Thanks to a lady who was driving a Kine, who made us follow like the rats that followed the Pied-pier, but she didn’t drown us. She maneuvered her bike through the traffic on the edge of the marshy road with lots of water log whose depth was unknown and we just followed.
Much to our surprise we found the theater to be empty and got tickets for the movie, Chocolate. We took a butta (Corn) and entered the hall which was practically empty with tens of people and couple of rats to accompany us. I guess these rats also followed in the lady on the Kine. All four was finished the corn and waiting for the painfully boring movie to finish. No wonder that the hall was empty. At 10:15 came the much awaited moment when the screens fell.
We had dinner at a restaurant opposite to the theater. We did full justice to our stomach; both of us hardly spoke a word and had our dinner in silence, except for occasional slurping. My friend had to go a long way to back home so I suggested him to stay at my place. We went for stroll on the Ring Road, for a change, on the broad divider which was covered by grass.
On the way to my home we decided to go to office to enjoy the beauty of the lawns and the canopies. Our search for the office for next ten minutes went in vain. We couldn’t find it on the Google Earth and then made the decision to sleep at the bunker. There were two of them already there to welcome us and we gleefully took the upper berths that were empty. I was not feeling sleepy at all since the place was bit warm but my friend managed to sleep.
I was terribly missing the sound of that old Khaitan at home which sounds nothing less than a cradlesong. I kept counting the metal bars around the crib, but couldn’t count those twenty five metal bars anymore. I came back to my desk and now browsing and reading some old mails to enjoy my night-out. Now its 4:37 in the morning. I don’t want to miss the sunrise so going back to browse…. and hopefully won’t drowse ……
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