Pestered Pete

Now Pete is stranded. Pete is flummoxed. Like someone told that Tom Cruise is at the door, Pete doesn't know what to say. Ask him, "Hey Dude, Wassup?" Pete will probably think twice before answering. He may answer in the affirmative, but then questioning his own reply to himself. His schedule is all about the lack of it rather. And he is finding it comforting, has his own reasons to stay like that. But inside he feels someone resenting it. No life around, no interest to keep him busy. Its a National (with a capital 'N') college alright, is the obvious comeback, from some self respecting colleague, the rare souls who find a resonance here. Just like a mass in a simple harmonic motion, period equal to 24 hours, a to and fro motion between college and the room, Pete is looking for answers.

Daily encounters which make your faith lesser and lesser in the existence of god, happen and you are not even explained. Its like some butcher, chopping away poultry. Just grabbing the hen by the neck, and chop it off, with inhuman ferocity. Not listening to the helpless and futile cries of the prey. Just completing a task. Nothing personal, just business. Each pedagogic visage drips with a horrifying diabolique, a don't-mess-with-me look. The so called veterans, the guys who survived the system tell tales of their cruelties, Professors getting down to behaving so moronically, so degrading to their reputations and most of all the title they carry prefixing their names, 'Dr.' The venerated, otherwise, Warden, heading the race to become the most detested guy in the campus. His tales of meanness have spread across rooms, investing a rooted fear in each boarder. Intermittent encounters with articulates like Ravana just make your day even better. Pete is bartered between himself and the 'portion' of him that is offered to them each day. Such bartered are his thoughts. These guys can give Dick Cheney a run for his money on the Who Wants To Be A Moron, whenever it will be filmed. Music finds a confound importance in such scenarios. That corroborates the quirk that all engineering students are 'rock-heads', as humored by people and some magazines named as a three letter acronym. But they haven't even bothered to reason our delusional tendencies. When even guys who haven't heard anything else than songs in their regional languages start humming 'In the End', something very grave must be behind it. Because rock has angst, it touches your feelings in the most simple and inscrutable way. Anyways, that's how Pete is. talking pointlessly, talks going from the client-server stuff to music and then inexorably, girls, which are in such a rarity.

The other day me and Pete and me were conversing.
Pete said, "You know what, I came to a conclusion today. At the same time its not the end. Its just a state. Its..."
I cut in and said, "Pete, come to point dude..."
Pete said, "don't take it otherwise. but I feel that there is an acute lack of inclination I am having in the female population here. I mean I am not attracted to girls. Hell, I am not curious in anyone, about anyone. It wasn't the same way back home. I used to have a nice time checking them out, left, right and centre."

He guffawed. "I mean I am not interested in girls and I am not even gay ! "

I was prompt to have him by his wits. "Gosh! That's one hell of a revelation! Now I know what up with you...the moodswings, the lack of interest etc etc..." But I found that to be true with me too.

I noticed a sudden halt in some activity of my watchful eyes. Pete just put it in a better way. Its nothing lecherous on my part to state something in such candor. Its something we all do, whether we admit it or not, perhaps lying to ourselves and if you really don't, then Dudes, get a psycho done for yourselves.

Pete continued "I feel a leftout. Which side am I on?"

I complained, "Man, now you are talking out of your ass. Don't make me feel its not safe sitting near you..." Pete said, "You know it, C'mon. Its just a passing thought. One of the crap I keep talking all day. Perhaps, I even feel that I am unconsciously offending a lot of guys here. Damn, why is it only about 'guys' here. Some syllables like 'she' and 'her' are so missing in our conversation!"

I got the point. The commonality that we share sprung some conspicuous thickets of our erstwhile social setup, where both the sexes stayed in conjugated harmony. That was put in a more officious manner.

Pete was blunt, "Dude, this makes me miss my place."

Some things, really lacking here is this incoherent antagonism and an contemptuous unfamiliarity that stinks in this abysmal setup. Ignorance breeds contempt. An apt soothsaying, fits the due bill. Some bickering like this is contemplated time and again. At one point of time it seemed like a dystopic latitude, the accomodation contradicts the examiner. So much is happening around. Things which are unmentionable, or perhaps someone is too lazy to say anything.
After the clock struck 3...a.m. Pete finally retreated in the cudgels of slumbers, hoping for a better tomorrow, ensuing an ongoing process, a method which is going to have its effects. Someday.

PS:
But hey, no snickering at Pete. You would never understand. Sitting and just consuming ideas and feelings in front of your screens is as wasteful and inept as it gets. Pete is still straight!!!