Muddleheaded’s Weblog

I was sitting in a small restaurant yesterday. I wasn’t supposed to be there at that time of the day or that day at all and that too alone. But I had to kill time till my friend reaches and then we would be going for shopping. So I had nothing to do but to wait for him and empty mind always has some innovative ideas. Added to the situation is the presence of one of the spells that I’m used to have. In that I’m usually numb and non-responsive to the rest of the world but in fact that’s the time when I am feeling the most of everything, feeling the things which I should feel and the things which I should not be caring at all. So out of nowhere I started reading the faces of people around me, some sitting savoring or waiting for the ordered eatables or even haven’t yet ordered and some of them coming in and going out of the open door.

So I looked around for the most interesting face available there as the starter and I found the waiter, the guy whom I know for three or may be four years. But it was the first time that I was noticing how happy he was. It was the first time I saw the bright smile he had always been bearing and in his eyes there is nothing but satisfaction, truth and purity. I mean I couldn’t believe it. How I can be so shallow in perceiving him and how he can be so happy with the kind of living he is earning. Then as any ordinary person would do, I stated that “he is just doing his job and his smile is fake, just to satisfy his customers”. But is it customer satisfaction at all important in a restaurant like that? He seemed amazing in the whole world to me. I was yet contemplating over it and there entered the second character of the play. The guy was sitting on the table next to me towards left. He was wearing white cotton Kurta which was overdone with the starch thing and having a Tilay Walee Chapal on his feet. In front of him was placed neatly a most recent model cell phone, keys to the car, his cigarette case and a branded sun glasses. He seemed to be a well off businessman who was accompanied by a relatively sheepish guy who seemed ready to please him in any possible way he could. I had concluded until now that this guy is a lucky, successful and happy person if not the happiest person on earth. But my thoughts were marred by my most recent experience, so I was looking for something deeper and I did find it. He had the most panicky expressions on his well shaved face. Every line on his face told the story of tension, depression and anxiety. There were so much there that I can’t even name all of them. But the most chaotic were his eyes, narrow, dark and bulging eyes. I simply lost in the complexities and I found ten thousand expressions but sadly all of them negative. So in the end I made an abstract that he is the present day man living for the world around him. My conclusion drifted my thought back to where I was and I tried to find someone else. The first person I stuck my eyes upon was a man of age 45 years or above. I saw him entering the door and I was looking at his face and I felt some disturbing and kind of embarrassed expression on his face. I was a little bit of startled. As he moved towards a table my focus shifted to the line of women(must be his wife and daughters) following him in the restaurant and I immediately came to know why he was feeling uncomfortable of me staring at him. So I left him on his own and checked for the time. My friend was about to reach at the decided place and by this time I should have been out of the restaurant but I decided contrarily and glued to my seat. I was enjoying being there. I thought of borrowing a paper and pen from the waiter so that I can write what I am writing now but I felt embarrassed(I don’t know why) to ask him and then even sit there writing this stuff. So finally I got up thinking that I would fabricate the rest of story after this point. But now while writing this I don’t want to be a liar in the name of fiction. So ending this one with no conclusion at all… why we all look for a conclusion for every written piece? Not this time  this time at least.