It was around 9.45 pm and my friend called up. He felt it would be a good idea that we could meet over dinner. Now I already was full with a pretty decent dinner so I declined. But he was adamant that we should meet. So I said okay I’ll join you.

I was online surfing some crap and all. Did not bother to check the time and it was like 10 pm suddenly.

I quickly locked my computer screen and looked around in my bedroom for a pair of socks.

Quickly put on my Nikes and started to walk down from the flat.

Just then my friend called me. I opened the flap, this mobile phone is like a black coloured nice looking Nokia phone. My friend was speaking calmly as always and asked where I was. Told him the truth that I was walking down the stairs from my apartments at this moment.

He let a few of those friendly banter-like abuses at me for not starting earlier but then composed himself like always and asked how much time it would take me to come to the chowk.

Told him 10 minutes and to start already as you see I had already had my dinner. He was anyways going to have some Chinese food and at a really bad food outlet.

So I start to walk quickly down the road. I had my earphones on and it played this album called I, Robot by Alan Parsons Project or something like that.

Walked along the road and noticed that all the gates except two or three of them had boards which signaled people to not park their cars on the road. I walked past a red car lost in the music blaring into my ears. At the end of the road which was the neighbourhood I stayed in, I turned left and walked along quickly to meet my friend at the chowk.

I walked past a van selling burgers and then a kulfi shop. I had stayed here for three years but had never seen the Kulfiwala. Strange.

So now I am at this chowk and looking around to see where this Chinese food stall is. I did not see any food place but I saw my friend.

He walked up to me very animatedly and then again let loose a few friendly abuses. What was this friendly abuses between men, I do not understand.

So my friend decides he wants to not eat any Chinese food but now was to eat North Indian food. So walk into this another terrible excuse for a restaurant. He orders a plate and it arrives pretty fast. I don’t order anything. My friend is a Sikh who grew up in Nagpur and speaks varadhi Marathi. Now, I don’t find it funny, but most people smile or find it funny to see a turban-wearing sardar speaking flawlessly Varadhi Marathi.

Then I realised my friend was staring at this girl. I said “Don’t stare dude, its bad manners”. He nods but says she’s really cute. I turn around to see that yes, she indeed is cute.

My friend now is digging into his plate and now and I realised suddenly that I was staring at the girl too, so quickly turn my attention to my friend.

His meal is done and we shake hands and decide to watch a movie or something on the weekend. He asks me when I am writing my next blog post. I say I don’t know. Haven’t found anything interesting. And then I joked that I’ll write about this meeting for dinner in my blog.

As I walked past the kulfi shop and the burger van I realised it was quite late. Must be around 11.15 pm. Then I crossed the road and walked into this lane where my apartment was. I looked at that red sedan parked neatly. Nice car must say. Then I thought about the blog and I said maybe I will blog about this meaningless walk.

Well, why not…..