A Party in the Dark
The party was unlike I had ever been at. It had been held in an abandoned warehouse outside the town. There was no food or drink. Nobody knew each other. And it was dark. The invitation had clearly instructed the guests not to bring phones. The guards, too, were strict about it. They checked each guest and even seized some phones. I was expecting Bishwas, the host, to make a grand filmy entry—that he would show up somewhere in the middle, spotlights focusing on him. But he was nowhere. Nobody knew where he was.
Somebody bumped into me. “Sorry,” said a lady in a melodious voice. “Do you know what’s going on? Why isn’t Bishwas showing up?”
“No idea,” I said. “I’m in the dark just as you’re.”
She chuckled. “Clever use of words, huh? What do you do?”
“I…um…do nothing. Yeah, that’s what I do. Nothing.”
“Believe it or not, I am jobless.”
“Bad luck, perhaps. Or, Ego. I don’t really know.”
“May you be blessed with a job as soon as possible!”
It was my time to laugh.
“What?” she sounded surprised. “I wished you luck and you’re laughing at me?”
“I found it funny,” I said. “I mean, how can you think that a job is a blessing? It’s a curse! You become a slave to money and to your boss. You do something because you’re paid for it. If your boss stops paying you, you leave. Job takes away your freedom. How can it be good?”
A moment of silence later, she said, “I think I figured out why you’re jobless. You do have a big ego.”
“Thank you.” I bowed with a smile although she could only have made out my silhouette.
“So, what brought you here?”
“Oh, that’s a breaking news! Everyone here is because of his invitation.”
“Does anybody in this world accept a precise answer any more?”
“Nope. Everybody wants to know the backstory. That’s where the fun is.”
“What’s the point of it?”
“That’s his catch phrase, isn’t it?”
“Yep. It’s his favourite question. Mine too. Those were the first words I heard when we met for the first time.”
[To be continued…]