Happens!

Ever wondered what you would do, when something that you least expect to happen and even worse, least wish to see it happen, happens!?

Scene 1: A couple years ago. Poor me. 5:00 pm. Monday. Walking from University to home. Was'nt feeling well, decide to bunk class that evening as only three of my senses were in proper working condition. The rest had taken a day off without prior notice. I was living with two other guys that time and our relationship with each other was not different from any other desi clan. Typical stuff. When I reached home, I just wanted to fling myself on the bed and wake up two days later. I managed to open the door of the apartment. The postman had slided the letters beneath the door as usual, but this time there was a girls T-Shirt as well with them. What!? Surprised, I picked the letters and lifted my head to see my roomie and his girl in compromising positions. Thankfully beneath the blanket. I silently freaked out and said "Sorry, mujhe itne jaldi vaapas aane ka koi irada nahi tha!" (Sorry, I was'nt planning on returning this early!). Oops.. Wrong (also long) sentence at wrong time (also place). How dumb could have anyone been!? I ran in to the restroom in the pretext of cleaning up and came back a good half-hour later to just see my roomie. Alone. But still in bed. After a few minutes of not-so-comfortable silence, he says "Saala, kisi ko bataya naa, maar kayega" (If you tell anyone, you will get hit). Darn. Yeah right. Anyways, that was the last day I ever went home before 9:00 pm. And closed doors give me the shrieks!

Scene 2: Things changed after that. I had different roomies now. All of them were single. Relieved me. No uncomfortable moments for a year now. Except for the one when I walked into a live figure painting class at University, mistaking it for my classroom. 100 eyes peering at me, and before they knew anything I was outta there. Darn, I forgot to knock again. But it was not that bad. There were other public as well. Not bad. Until a few nights later, when I opened my lab with the keys to see another desi junior and his girl doing some unmentionables. Me thinking to myself - At School!?. It was in the wee hours of the night. But still. Closed doors give me the shrieks, and I forget that!

The above two incidents are my responses to people at work, who make me a laughing stock everyday, for knocking on my cabin door (which I share with another person) every time during the day before I walk-in. These damn doors are freaking everywhere. And most of the them, most of the time, remain closed! At work, at school, at home, at wherever. Closed doors still continue to give me the shrieks!