Why this fuss?

I am certain I already have given an overdose of the city and myself, or my workplace, to complete the trio. But for someone who does not like drinking, does not like watching movies in the theaters, does not like fooling around with strangers or allegedly, does not like hanging out with friends, there is not much left to talk about. I do not meet people (I thus give you an excuse to start complaining), have lost my keen, observing eye, lost my stories and lost my aplomb. Things change. For good? I am not dwelling on that

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So what is this fuss all about?


Ok, what fuss, if there is any?


Can you not see the irrepressible spirit and those persons themselves who have the most colorful life in the city? Man I so envy them. So much shit happens in their lives. Every fresh week is a testimony to their larger-than-life life. I am so awestruck at their flamboyance and so dumbfounded at how in the name of the son of God am I wasting my life.


Do not go bonkers, man! Colorful...what the fuck! Don't tell me about larger-than-life lives. Who are these resplendent (im)mortals and what is this baroque tribe?


No you see dude, I have these people around me...who have so much to talk about...so full of verve and replete with anecdotes...who are all too much concerned about the scale of grey in my colorless life. I am blessed enough to have generous people as my colleagues and friends, who want to go the extra bit and do their part in flashing the reds and blues in an otherwise grey and white canvas that my life has become.


I am afraid...


Shut the heck up! One the one hand, I am getting the golden (does that qualify to be called a color?) chance of enjoying my life, filling colors in my life and breaking the carapace of dullness (ennui?) that enshrouds my personality and on the other hand, you are trying to sow the seeds of doubt...go away and let me break free from the shackles of monotony and thrust into that world magnificent joys.


But...Ok, so what is the reason that they are all too happy and your life is all too cocked-up? I mean, yeah, people have different modi vivendi. Some like colors and others like the ashen grays and the murky whites. So what is the trouble here? What is so big about this colorful thing? Besides, I have been thinking about the reason why they think your life is achromatic, and do not quite get one. Okay, so let me put it this way-color means joy right, or at least celebration of something?


I think so...at least that is what color might symbolize...presence of a certain degree of celebration yeah...this one reminds me of Christmas and the moods. See, the color is all white (it snows, right) but the mood is all pink. Oh! how would they (those demigods of colleagues) be celebrating the holidays and I am squandering my life talking to you about all this.


Excellent! Now, how much do your colleagues know you? I mean how familiar are they with you and your habits?


What do you mean how much they know you? Yeah, we are work place friends...everyday is a rendezvous.


Dude not that way! See, now I am also trying to figure out ways to make my life colorful. So it becomes important for me as well.


Got you. No, wait, gotcha (colorful?) I knew joy is infectious and that colors are hard to contain. So basically, on the outset, we are just workplace friends, but I have immense respect and admiration for them and their lifestyle. I do not hang out with them over the weekends, fine, but only recently have I started realizing how momentous a mistake am I committing by watching stupid (read classic) Amitabh movies on the television instead of flashy, trendy Ladies vs. Rciky Bahl or a Dirty Picture with them; going to insignificant landmarks like the Kala Ghoda or Salim Ali Chowk instead of an up-market restro bar or a pub in the much vaunted suburbs of Bandra or on a birthday celebration of someone as a massive surprise.


Dude, do me a favor, let us just shelve that discussion for sometime now and cerebrate on the color first. On a different note, do you have a color television or a black and white...those of Amitabh's era?


Fuck off!


Ok, so you guys know each other only as much as I know...umm...the woman who sits next to my bay. Gosh! she is so HOT! Only the other day a colleague and I were swooning over her figure and gait. Man! she is one woman! But you see...she (the colleague) told me how unshapely her (the HOT girl's) bottom (read back-side) was and we discussed over that for at least a quarter of our lunch time.


Dude! is this some lecherous, scandalous discussion that we are having or are we talking about colors and my life?


Hey man, listen! I think this is where you fail! This is what a colorful character is all about. Chasing girls, discussing aloud their anatomies with colleagues, ogling at women across the street, having multiple girl friends, boasting about how you are a playboy enough or a Casanova, whichever suits your age and stories, drinking out at the most exquisite binge-stations, preaching the way of life to simpler, uninteresting and colorless so to say, people like you.


Now do not get started again. I know that I have been a moron. Just do not add insult to injury...


What man! I am just trying to figure out what I think is wrong with you.


Buzz off you irksome nuisance. How dare you say something is "wrong" with me? Who are you to ordain what is right and what is wrong for me or with me


Calm down buddy! This is not a time to panic or act like a hate monger. Ok, I admit I have no business decreeing the right and the wrong for you, but that is the whole point, ain't it? Why should you workplace colleagues have an upper hand when it comes to setting canons for your life? On my part, I am just stating something I thought you wanted to listen to.  But again, dude, do you not want colors?


Oh! yeah...colors...yeah...I am sorry you see...these are touchy matters and I tend to get temperamental. Yeah, of course you have a right to judgement.


Dude! Take it easy...Now don't be too harsh on yourself. See when I came from my place to this megapolis, I too was flummoxed by the definitions those are existent here. I remember a conversation with a colleague about a weekend. He asked me how I spent the weekend and I proudly told him that I cooked something for myself. Smirk was all I got. For words, "Have you come to Mumbai to cook?" I realized that life is much more than austerity or simplicity. This is my new avatar, one who knows what a bitch this life is.


Ok, so coming back to colors...
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