Of Doors and Dialogues

Kurt Cobain is singing ‘Heart shaped box’ to me through my headphones, listening to Nirvana has always been a pleasant experience for me especially if it’s been a while, I hear an out of tune beat but it is too vague so I neglect it…….within no time it grows prominent, I take off my headphones to be greeted by the bangs on my door, ‘welcome back’ I sighed, the thought of opening my door is just too discouraging , I am no longer sure of my next move but the intensifying bangs present a very compelling argument I decide to open my door, the design of the door is such that I can use only one hand, I prepare my right hand for the ordeal to come, the bolt on the door is very tight, I have to be careful or I risk hurting my hand , in one swift movement I unbolt the door, my hand perfectly fine to my relief, but the jobs far from done, apparently my door has some kind of an auto lock mechanism, it  manages to remain tightly shut, if you were new you would be tricked into thinking the door is locked from the other side, but there is no fooling an experienced campaigner like me, this stubborn little piece of metal is my arch nemesis, I am well aware of all the tricks, it takes three quick high intensity jerks from my right hand  to open the monster, I am filled with pity and loathing for my hand and door, but the ordeal is over and I find a familiar figure standing in front of me, “you are studying way too much mishra” are the first words of the visitor.

The accusation doesn’t surprise me, “I don’t know what I have done to give you such an impression but I assure you I have no such intentions my friend”. ”Do you think I am stupid, as soon as you heard me knocking you instantly closed all the books and threw them inside, you just keep your laptop on to fool me.”, his words amuse me, he completely thought it through, nothing I say is going to stop the assault so I decided not to retort. “Why do you do this to me “ he continues with his attack ”cheating me so brazenly, all I ever do is care for you and you backstab me, just tell me why?”, I seem to have lack of words as usual, no answer again, I am well aware of what is coming next, “I know you are very intelligent and I am a lowly fool but I am still your friend, I deserve to pass too, do you want me to fail?” “of course not my dear friend, why would I ever  want that”, “then why do you behave like this studying all by yourself and on top of that concealing it from me, your actions have deeply hurt me I can’t bear to stand in front of you any longer. I am leaving and don’t worry I will not return to bother you again, go ahead continue with your studies, finish it all”. He leaves, I shut the door I hear guys shouting, “mishra is studying “. I notice Nicklelback is singing one of my favorites I grab my headphones. A few songs pass and I find my door’s getting restless once again.