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No Matter if it's Black-or-White

It must be one of the most sudden and abrupt plan. I was on my usual night walk when it happened. Few rounds of my building, couple of phone calls, usual state of peaceful mind with messed up thoughts... I was done for the day, tired and about to retire when it happened.

Next I knew I was sitting on table listening to some deep conversation. My presence was kinda plastic, as if I was present but not part of that scene. I don't know if I chose not to say anything or I wasn't allowed.

No one acknowledged me or even seemed to care if I was listening, but somehow it never occurred to me that I should get up and leave... It did not occur also what I was doing there and do I really know these two people. They were not strangers, specially the way they were speaking...infact their voice was damn familiar. I knew I have spoken, or at least heard them before. I did not think of what their names were. I didn't think if knew or wanted to know their names anyway. I'd call them by their clothes- One in black (OIB) and One in white(OIW)

It was daze, I was partially wondering what just happened and partially trying to be comfortable in the situation when I heard it...

OIB: Shhh... I am not saying its right but its we who decide right and wrong. Why are you being so judgmental
OIW: NO. All I am saying is that it should be given a fair chance. Why is she living in the illusion of no choice. She can choose....Stop telling her to rely on whats happening and let her take command of the situation.

Err...Wait a minute...this sounded like it was about me....or is it that like all forecasts and weather news- this was also one statement fits all?? 

OIW: And whenever something is about to happen and all is going well, you poke your nose to say random wisdom of 'Life is once' and bullshit. Just because life is once, you can't experiment forever no?.. Waiter! Virgin Mary please!
OIB: Huh! BLOODY Mary for me please...ohohoho...You know that is precisely what I am saying. You like virgin mary. Fair enough, but never ever tried bloody? You have to try once and then choose which one you prefer. That is your problem. That's the kind of choice I am talking about. You should choose the virgin..have it by choice and not because of your random logics...and then that's it...You only do what you like. No choice...Arre we are eventually saying the same thing..U are just lagging as always...

Hello? Who takes my order? One Sex on the beach please...or maybe just cranberry...umm..hey listen!!!! 

OIW: Ya right...next you would want to try cow piss too...why leave that?
OIB: You know this is why I tell her things and avoid you. You are full of illogic...What are you even professing???
OIW: I am saying it is enough. Chemistry lab is over. Its life. No more "JUST GO WITH IT" Its messing things can't you see...Chalo it is for happiness...is that happiness.
OIB: Again! Who will sit and calculate all this man...right or wrong, happiness or no happiness..Its in moments...Like your wife thinks you are in office but you are sitting here with me....are you guilty? Yes. Are you enjoying..Yes..Now answer me 'Are you Happy?'
OIW: Hell now I am not listening to you anymore. You will prove me gay soon.."
OIB: Hahah! Deep inside you are not sure of your own theories huh, you know i will convince you...

Excuse me! Your drinks.... 
PHEW. That conversation only made me thirsty. I gulped down quickly. Happy hours??? NO? Ok!


OIW: Of course i know your manipulative ways...I will be fine but poor her....Chalo lets do a pact...none of us tells her anything ok? Neither i will give her logics nor you would give her temptations. Deal?
OIB:  Yeah That's a fair point huh. This is why she should be with me. I don't think of abandoning her like you!
OIW: Uff why am I arguing with you...Just enjoy the drinks...
OIB: Arre leave man...ages since we sat on the same side....I am tired of this sideways...I am adamant bastard... Tu toh maan jaya kar kabhi...Stop thinking so much...Cheers! Hic!
OIW: You drunk bastard! Chalo time to sneak back in... Hello! Cheque please!


Ahhh...finally...one i din't get head or tail of this...enough of heavy dose...what fighting like a couple....err...gay couple haha.....and then i am so tired, i want to crash...


OIW: Let's be quick man...oh my head is spinning!
OIB: Yeah and I am the drunk bastard... You liked your drink no...there you go....you should always at least try!
OIW:  Whatt! You gave me your drink! You cheater... I was right. You cannot be trusted! I thought for once its fine, you are sensible you can take care of her but no. you can't be trusted. YOU CHEATER.
OIB:  I proved my point..now you dislike my ways but i have my ways and they are there for a reason...okay? you shut up..I have to carry you back up there now anyway. Come...
OIW:  No back off... I am not going up there right now. She will not believe if she sees me like this.
OIB:  Don't worry, I'll tell her It wasn't your mistake, I insisted...You know she believes me! Come.
OIW:  Back off..................!!!!

Madam ' kya hua? aap keys bhool gaye hain kya? 
Huh?
"Nahin wo kafi time se yahan baithe hain na....."
Nahin bas achchi hawa thi. Good night!"


I walked back surprised towards the elevator wondering what was the time and thinking which floor I stay on....
Wait...why do i have cranberry taste in my mouth...







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