I entered into the room. It was a creamy painted room with patches of rainwater marks dappled on the walls. Spider webs uniformly maculated every corner of roof taking support from the dimly lit tube light and also hanging around the fan. Clicking the switch on, the fan started scrunching a sound which soon was submitted into the oblivion, yet thoroughly acting its presence to give a soporific feel to the ambience.
Placing my bag on the mosaic floor which was covered with unvarying thickness of dirt collected over in past three months, I sat on the low lying bed looking at each and every portion of the roof, knowing that this would be the first and last time I am attending the room’s details. I had loads of chores to finish, but the simple thought of a sound sleep before starting off with the new session amused me. As I stood up to close the door, the feel of courtesy struck me and I went to introduce myself to my neighboring room.
Amit was a rickety structured, very lean and emasculated person. Spectacled with a black framed rectangular glasses, unshaven and disheveled, yet his face oozed out a consolatory sense of freshness. I introduced myself as Rishi. He responded by a comforting smile and a formal handshake. We were admitted in the same branch. With just a formal introductory talk asking about journey and admission process, each other’s ranks, and other folderol about the official procedure of giving fee which both of us knew, we were acquainted with each other’s formal selves. All this well-cultured sham was washed out in our next meeting with slanderous jokes popping out of no where. How fascinating is the fact that two guys become friends just after a few calumniatory remarks or sexually demeaning talks while girls need days filled with loquacious sentimental gabs to break away the just-acquainted mode, to reach the stage of friendship when they start gossiping.
