The microwave

My professor at IIIT had called me up for a little chat and dinner after a long time. Hurrying through homework as much as I could, I ran off mid way towards the bus stop and was off to college. There was something about the lab I had spent a long time in. It had become cold, almost inhuman. I remember the fun we had. Looks like it is gone, even for the others. Discussing about IT, robotics, alumni and friends, we had an entertaining dinner following which, professor dropped me back to college. With the help of Manav, I moved the microwave till the gate as I waited for a rickshawaala. After some discussion and a short wait, a sharing auto walla stopped by and I sat in. Being the only passenger, I tried a lame attempt at trivial conversation when the whiff of alcohol and a diagloue, "I know you, don't be scared", left me a little shaken. Nagati babu called a friend of his and asked if he was interested in another drink, all the while assuring me that this was normal and drunk driving was not such an issue. He eventually asked me if I knew telugu, when I wondered what language were we talking in. and then it struck me. Here was a guy, who could speak good english and was by some misfortune, left to drive an auto. He unrolled his copies of certificates, a bachelor in arts from khammam and proceeded to talk about lady who said she would try to help him out. Nagati Babu, I hope that people get more opportunities in a country/world that is burying most people who do not fit into a scheme of things planned by a few or perhaps just chance. Good Luck dear sir, while I walk back in deep thought over the petty issues that scare the wits out of me while people fight for survival. I leave my social life unattended, not because I do not want to, but because I cannot afford to. I am able to see light and I wish to follow it.