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********************Chapter 3****************
** Knock,Knock **
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** Knock,Knock **
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The security personell at Plaza Heights Apartment, was a pudgy 40-something year old, with big thick, gold-rimmed glasses that magnified his eyes ever so a bit, and chubby fingers with which he always clutched on to a Maglight torch. His hair was combed in a sloppy slant and showed telltale signs of his setlling age. He was the supreme dictator of Plaza Heights, nothing moved without his noticing it, no one breathed without his permission. They peed when he told them to, and talked when he told em to. He had the complex in his iron grip. Or thats what the senile bastard liked to believe anyways.
Peeping through the doorhole Sunny motioned for the others to get hidden. There was quiet pandemonium inside. Dharmendra in a swift motion, grabbed a trash bag and within no time had all the beer cans and glasses whisked to safety and then went to hide himself. The vast majority of underaged drunks filed into the bedrooms inside, some went as far as stuffing themselves in the closet and wait for the green signal. Most of the Americans were hysterical and just opened the balcony slides and jumped onto the grass and took off. Suste was in one of the bedrooms calming everyone down and telling them to shut up and Dharmendra was doing the same in the other room.
Meanwhile, Sunny pushed Sanjeev to the door to talk to security. They were the only two people above 21, and a ticket meant they'd be responsible for all the minors hiding inside.
The door opened and the fat security guy was waiting impatiently with his young trainee.
"You sure took long to open the door" he accused.
"Sorry, my phone rang at the wrong moment" Sanjeev defended, trying to buy them some time.
"Well you know why we're here?" questioned fatty.
There was a sarcastic tone to his voice, hinting that he'd done this drill all too many times in the past.
"Yeah I guess someone complained about the music in here!" answered Sanjeev "Sorry, we were cooking and thought it would be nice to listen to some music while at that"
"At 1:30 in the morning?" He wasn't buying it. He knew pretty darn well that something fishy was going on, but just couldnt bring himself to accuse them because after all the apartment was empty and there were no traces of alcohol.
"So whats with all these shoes?" he said, pointing at the 20 odd pairs of shoes and slippers next to the door.
Sanjeev let out a sheepish smile "We love shoes, we buy them as soon as theres a sale in the mall".
"Even those heeled ones?" mocked the trainee.
"Well, girlfriends are visiting" sanjeev flashed his boyish grin again.
"Ok, we aren't going to fine you, but you're getting this warning here, and if you guys make a racket again, we're gonna get the cops, ya hear? This aint no time to be turning on your rap music so loud!" fatty scolded. And paused and looked straight into Sanjeev's eyes for the 80th time that month indicating that this time he was serious.
Nodding, he thanked the officers for their kindness and promised them that they'd be good for the rest of the night and came back in. As queitly as he could, he went inside the bedrooms and signalled for everyone to leave without making a noise. They couldnt afford another ticket. They already had the previous one to take care of. And so the drunk janti left one by one until it was just the roomates by themselves.
"Ghanta jasto racist security" spat out Sunny, "Yo mula khaire haru ko party hunda chai kahile bust gardaina, hamro ghar ma chai ako ako garcha! Kasto RaatoGhaati". It was true. Not the racist part, but that about him not doing anything to their white neighbours but constantly giving them a hard time. That did make him a little racist.
"Aba dherai party nagarum." Suste spoke softly from the corner of the sofa. They knew he was right. Two whole semesters spent uselessly, wild, drunk. Plus they were getting tired of cleaning up every morning with a hangover. They say you can only lead a horse to the water but not make it drink it. Offcourse you can't, the horse gotta be thirsty first! And to get the horse thirsty a whole lot of work needs to be done. Plus the young heroes had been drinking the wrong liquid all the while.
Change was imminent, one gets tired of repeating the same things over and over again. Suste simply stated the words that had been going around in everyone's head for the past four or five months, he was good at that. Short bursts of meaningful, much needed advice. Thats why he hardly got into an argument with anyone. 1stly, he didnt argue, 2nd no one, that knew him, wanted to argue with him, 3rdly, there was no point arguing with him! Suste was suste, he would just stay silent throughout the debate, expresionless, and in the end, let his silence conquer everything.
So no one said anything when Suste put forth the suggestion to stop partying. They were relieved, it was like an unseen burden taken off their back. After all, why everyone had to come to their apt to drink all the time every friday and saturday, every week, every month, every semester? That was no good! Dharmendra sat, shirtless, near the windows, nibbling on a cheese sandwich that he had just fixed. Deep in thought about the short but enlightening conversation he had recently had with that girl from Kazakhstan he popped the question "Do you guys believe in god?"
Sunny cudnt hold his skepticism in "Yo muzi ajjai till cha jasto cha! Oye kati ota shot hanis aja?"
"Its a simple question demanding a simple answer. Ta kina hero? Anyways my point I'm trying to make is that we dont believe in a god, hence we are free, or rather, think we are free to do whatever we want, without consequences. The absence of god from our thoughts removes the fear of consequences to our actions." Dharmendra shot back placidly.
"Bollywood ko hero bhaneko ta, Gautam buddha po nikelcha!" Sunny replied, "I was born a hindu, but raised catholic, and my girlfriend's buddhist. I simply gave up! Too much things to consider. Ama bau le yo mandir ja, tyo mandir ja matra bhanne, boarding school ma 'praise Him in the morning, praise Him in the noontime' gaunda gaunda wakka bhaye, ani budi le chai je kura lai pani zen jasto philosophy apply gardine. Ma ta baulaunu matra baki cha! I can't take this religion BS man. Maybe later in my life I'll get it, but right now, No Thank You."
Sunny's parents were hardcore orthodox Hindus. They made him, rather forced him, to see the gods as they did through their eyes. It never went well with him. He didn't want to believe something without understanding why he was doing it. On his bartaman, Sunny nearly made the baje cry by asking him too many questions. Nothing could satisfy his curiosity. And when they couldnt give him feasible answers, his hunger grew, but since it couldn't be fed, it metamorphed into spite and sarcasm for the Hindu religion. He openly mocked it. The only reason he went to all those temples was because his mother emotionally blackmailed him to. He did it out of respect for his parents, but he knew, and they knew too, that he couldn't keep doing it forever.
And when he wasn't at home, he was in school, which was most of the time since he went to boarding school. And there, again, he found himself being forced to follow another religion, Christianity. He was fonder of Christianity than Hinduism for reasons of his own, but at one point he started abhorring it as well. Usually in both religions, the practices never went well with Sunny.
And recently, hed fallen in love with girl who was a Buddhist adopter early on! And she had helped shape some of his thoughts using the passive persuasiveness of Buddhist-Zen philosophy. He still didnt like it when someone forced him to do stuff, but since it was his girlfriend, he found ways to overlook it.
Dharmendra was still convinced about his point "We are so uncivilized! Why? Because we dont have a set of rules that we respect and follow. Animals! All of us! I think life would be so much better if we chose one religion and stuck to it, no matter what!"
This drew a sneer from Sunny, but it was Suste who answered "So what do you want us to do?"
"Nothing! But the least you could do is support me" bellowed Dharmendra, "I have taken my decision that from now on I will be a man of religion and live righteously and by the book. My life is going to be much more meaningful and organized from this moment on."
All this while Sanjeev was taking in everything happening around him. Also, he was a tad bit tired from all the events of the night. He didnt want the discussion to carry on into the next morning, as had happened on numerous instances in the past. "So you're going to be a good Hindu from tomorrow and stop eating beef?" he joked, and recieved a couple of chuckles from Suste and Sunny.
"No, I'm not gonna stop eating beef. Remember that Kazak girl I was talking to? I think I like her. We're gonna meet tomorrow. She persuaded me to stop eating pork. I'm going to become a Muslim".
Peeping through the doorhole Sunny motioned for the others to get hidden. There was quiet pandemonium inside. Dharmendra in a swift motion, grabbed a trash bag and within no time had all the beer cans and glasses whisked to safety and then went to hide himself. The vast majority of underaged drunks filed into the bedrooms inside, some went as far as stuffing themselves in the closet and wait for the green signal. Most of the Americans were hysterical and just opened the balcony slides and jumped onto the grass and took off. Suste was in one of the bedrooms calming everyone down and telling them to shut up and Dharmendra was doing the same in the other room.
Meanwhile, Sunny pushed Sanjeev to the door to talk to security. They were the only two people above 21, and a ticket meant they'd be responsible for all the minors hiding inside.
The door opened and the fat security guy was waiting impatiently with his young trainee.
"You sure took long to open the door" he accused.
"Sorry, my phone rang at the wrong moment" Sanjeev defended, trying to buy them some time.
"Well you know why we're here?" questioned fatty.
There was a sarcastic tone to his voice, hinting that he'd done this drill all too many times in the past.
"Yeah I guess someone complained about the music in here!" answered Sanjeev "Sorry, we were cooking and thought it would be nice to listen to some music while at that"
"At 1:30 in the morning?" He wasn't buying it. He knew pretty darn well that something fishy was going on, but just couldnt bring himself to accuse them because after all the apartment was empty and there were no traces of alcohol.
"So whats with all these shoes?" he said, pointing at the 20 odd pairs of shoes and slippers next to the door.
Sanjeev let out a sheepish smile "We love shoes, we buy them as soon as theres a sale in the mall".
"Even those heeled ones?" mocked the trainee.
"Well, girlfriends are visiting" sanjeev flashed his boyish grin again.
"Ok, we aren't going to fine you, but you're getting this warning here, and if you guys make a racket again, we're gonna get the cops, ya hear? This aint no time to be turning on your rap music so loud!" fatty scolded. And paused and looked straight into Sanjeev's eyes for the 80th time that month indicating that this time he was serious.
Nodding, he thanked the officers for their kindness and promised them that they'd be good for the rest of the night and came back in. As queitly as he could, he went inside the bedrooms and signalled for everyone to leave without making a noise. They couldnt afford another ticket. They already had the previous one to take care of. And so the drunk janti left one by one until it was just the roomates by themselves.
"Ghanta jasto racist security" spat out Sunny, "Yo mula khaire haru ko party hunda chai kahile bust gardaina, hamro ghar ma chai ako ako garcha! Kasto RaatoGhaati". It was true. Not the racist part, but that about him not doing anything to their white neighbours but constantly giving them a hard time. That did make him a little racist.
"Aba dherai party nagarum." Suste spoke softly from the corner of the sofa. They knew he was right. Two whole semesters spent uselessly, wild, drunk. Plus they were getting tired of cleaning up every morning with a hangover. They say you can only lead a horse to the water but not make it drink it. Offcourse you can't, the horse gotta be thirsty first! And to get the horse thirsty a whole lot of work needs to be done. Plus the young heroes had been drinking the wrong liquid all the while.
Change was imminent, one gets tired of repeating the same things over and over again. Suste simply stated the words that had been going around in everyone's head for the past four or five months, he was good at that. Short bursts of meaningful, much needed advice. Thats why he hardly got into an argument with anyone. 1stly, he didnt argue, 2nd no one, that knew him, wanted to argue with him, 3rdly, there was no point arguing with him! Suste was suste, he would just stay silent throughout the debate, expresionless, and in the end, let his silence conquer everything.
So no one said anything when Suste put forth the suggestion to stop partying. They were relieved, it was like an unseen burden taken off their back. After all, why everyone had to come to their apt to drink all the time every friday and saturday, every week, every month, every semester? That was no good! Dharmendra sat, shirtless, near the windows, nibbling on a cheese sandwich that he had just fixed. Deep in thought about the short but enlightening conversation he had recently had with that girl from Kazakhstan he popped the question "Do you guys believe in god?"
Sunny cudnt hold his skepticism in "Yo muzi ajjai till cha jasto cha! Oye kati ota shot hanis aja?"
"Its a simple question demanding a simple answer. Ta kina hero? Anyways my point I'm trying to make is that we dont believe in a god, hence we are free, or rather, think we are free to do whatever we want, without consequences. The absence of god from our thoughts removes the fear of consequences to our actions." Dharmendra shot back placidly.
"Bollywood ko hero bhaneko ta, Gautam buddha po nikelcha!" Sunny replied, "I was born a hindu, but raised catholic, and my girlfriend's buddhist. I simply gave up! Too much things to consider. Ama bau le yo mandir ja, tyo mandir ja matra bhanne, boarding school ma 'praise Him in the morning, praise Him in the noontime' gaunda gaunda wakka bhaye, ani budi le chai je kura lai pani zen jasto philosophy apply gardine. Ma ta baulaunu matra baki cha! I can't take this religion BS man. Maybe later in my life I'll get it, but right now, No Thank You."
Sunny's parents were hardcore orthodox Hindus. They made him, rather forced him, to see the gods as they did through their eyes. It never went well with him. He didn't want to believe something without understanding why he was doing it. On his bartaman, Sunny nearly made the baje cry by asking him too many questions. Nothing could satisfy his curiosity. And when they couldnt give him feasible answers, his hunger grew, but since it couldn't be fed, it metamorphed into spite and sarcasm for the Hindu religion. He openly mocked it. The only reason he went to all those temples was because his mother emotionally blackmailed him to. He did it out of respect for his parents, but he knew, and they knew too, that he couldn't keep doing it forever.
And when he wasn't at home, he was in school, which was most of the time since he went to boarding school. And there, again, he found himself being forced to follow another religion, Christianity. He was fonder of Christianity than Hinduism for reasons of his own, but at one point he started abhorring it as well. Usually in both religions, the practices never went well with Sunny.
And recently, hed fallen in love with girl who was a Buddhist adopter early on! And she had helped shape some of his thoughts using the passive persuasiveness of Buddhist-Zen philosophy. He still didnt like it when someone forced him to do stuff, but since it was his girlfriend, he found ways to overlook it.
Dharmendra was still convinced about his point "We are so uncivilized! Why? Because we dont have a set of rules that we respect and follow. Animals! All of us! I think life would be so much better if we chose one religion and stuck to it, no matter what!"
This drew a sneer from Sunny, but it was Suste who answered "So what do you want us to do?"
"Nothing! But the least you could do is support me" bellowed Dharmendra, "I have taken my decision that from now on I will be a man of religion and live righteously and by the book. My life is going to be much more meaningful and organized from this moment on."
All this while Sanjeev was taking in everything happening around him. Also, he was a tad bit tired from all the events of the night. He didnt want the discussion to carry on into the next morning, as had happened on numerous instances in the past. "So you're going to be a good Hindu from tomorrow and stop eating beef?" he joked, and recieved a couple of chuckles from Suste and Sunny.
"No, I'm not gonna stop eating beef. Remember that Kazak girl I was talking to? I think I like her. We're gonna meet tomorrow. She persuaded me to stop eating pork. I'm going to become a Muslim".
****************End Chapter 3****************
** To be continued **
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