Atongla Rothrong
There is this friend of mine, a real good buddy, but, I won’t reveal his identity but call him ‘The Guzzler in Crime’ (no pun indented). I crossed his path some weeks ago, and oh, boy! Was it worth it! I’d rather call him ‘the perfect square’ yap! (Personally that is). Like the Star World Show ‘Hollywood Square’ why because he still has a tinge of the Yankee accent, from the days of Illinois yore. Yeah! I’ am having the time of my life at where I am now presently, but the past six weeks have taken the cream toppings out of the cake, comparing with acquaintances that I have had at where I am now.
Take One: Hit the hot spot in town, have whatever to your hearts contends.
Take two: Pay a visit on the other side of the living population, the down trodden.
Take three: Take a trip to the wanna be’s locations for popularization.
Take four: Meet the good Samaritans of the state, which are not being really recognized.
No, he’s no cowboy (unlike me the cowgirl); he is a fun-loving, FIFA gaga, kill-joy guy.
Now here’s one incident that I am going to divulge to you that had nothing to do with him to be blamed but me, yours truly.
Right! We had gone out for a certain appointment (official work) and returned, and you know there’s this big tree trunk at the drive-way parking location of our office, and I dared him to park the car just on the tip of the trunk. He being the man he is naturally did that. Okay, I said to myself, that’s man enough.
Guess what happened next? After about half an hour or so, he said he was leaving for home sweet home, and so after all the bye-byes, and see ya’s, thinking that my buddy had left I got down to serious work of assessing whether everything that I slogged for on that day has been added on the next days layout. Here comes what I really wanted to let you guys know.
Aunty Amen enters the news room in a panicky state and says “hey where are all the guys?” (They had all gone for a cuppa of tea at a local inn, so called Bhabi’s). Then, she saw me, I asked –what the matter was and she told me that a certain vehicle in the form of a Matiz has got caught its front left wheel inside the gutter (just behind the afore-mentioned tree trunk) and that I am the only best alternative at the moment. People! That’s where it struck me, ‘Now that will have to be my blessed buddy!’ (He’s the only one with a Matiz in the vicinity). And so I rushed out for the rescue, joint the few countable number of guys present and lifted the poor motor out of the ditch which made my buddy get home just in time for him to watch the first match of the days world cup match. Above all of this, after the incident, my other calm colleague Al had to say “Hey! I didn’t know you were so strong?” And Aunty Subhra saying “It’s all because of you that the wheels could be released from the gutter”. That really got me going man!
Actually, I am a skinny Winnie but you know what they say? It’s the quality and not the quantity. Well that’s me blowing my trumpet (too loud?). This is my take for now, God willing, next season I’ll have more gimmicks to kill your time with. I say this because; my buddy was with me just for his internship, and boy! Do I miss him? Yeah! That I do. Anyways, it’s a small world and we still have some assignments pending which we have to work together on. I am still bugging him with my late night tring, trings and whatever.
