Table 1: Me, Bhops, Vandu, Rye, Col and a guy I didn't know who I presumed was one of their friends
Table 2: Big Shel, Toks, Brits, Chen and Noe
Scene at Table 1: All of us are busy discussing, laughing at rye's ’terrorist’ jokes and eating. The guy I didn’t know intently looked at us through his glasses trying his best to understand what we were talking about. All of a sudden he asks vandu what project we are talking about and picks up my books and flips through it. Vandu tells him the book is not his, but mine. He questions me about the same and I murmur randomly at the friend of my friend. He nodded to my blabber. Silence fell upon our table. Bhops whispers to me, “Is he your friend?” I reply confused, “Err, no. whose friend is he?” Bhops (wide eyed) “Don’t know man”. He leans towards
Scene at Table2: Freaked out a lil, I ask Table 2. The Chinese whispers followed by a nod in negation mirrored those of Table 1. Now we have 10 people all majorly freaked out sitting in deafening silence. I shift in my chair. We are seated with an uninvited stranger. Who does that? Which sane minded human creature joins a table full of friends and tries to join in the conversation!!!!!! Not socially acceptable people. It’s not like that place was full or something. There were enough empty tables around. Hell, the only thing flashing before my eyes then was …“Errrrr…Creep Alert!”
So
Left us freaked out!!!!!!!!!!!
I know it might not sound really interesting. But its one of those ‘you had to be there’ type things. One of those stories that we probably might relive 10-20years from now.
I kinda like it.We used to go for family dinner regularly when I was a baby. But somewhere down the road, that Sunday Tradition sorta faded. We went to Gypsy to celebrate Dada’s birthday. Had the yummiest food…I swear I ate so much I thought I was gonna explode. We had Roasted Chilly Lamb, Ming Chicken Fried Rice and Sizzling Chicken Hakka Noodles. Dad and I had a pitcher of Kingfisher while Mumma stuck to water.
We sat there for like an hr and half.Spoke.Laughed. My eyes roved between the fish tank behind my dad, the cute guys at the next table and the salted peanuts that had just the right amount of salt. I forgot how much I missed dressing up and going for dinner with my parents to a fancy restaurant.
So, come to think of it, my day revolved around Round Tables!
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