The Desi Blog- #Night Life

Yeah, hi. I am Tara Trivedi, hailing from the steel city of Bhilai, Chhattisgarh- a small town nestled in kind of middle of the country India.

You guys probably know India as that country which has a lot of population and pollution and poverty- the three Ps that stress out everybody.

Well, guess what? There’s more than that to India.

It has a rich history what with Indus civilization, and it is proud to say that its inhabitants, unlike Egypt, Mesopotamia and Greece’s inhabitants- have been able to conserve their traditions while also remaining modern. That is not to say that sati practices are not going on in some obscure villages set out of site, but #BlackLivesMatter trended for a reason, you know. It also has me- your average teen.

Sorry for the rant. But I guess you guys needed it, really. Anywho, leggo.

So, the thing is, I love to write. So, what I am going to do is: I am going to blog a day in my life, so the world knows what it’s like in the night of an Indian teenager- so you get to experience the night life of India.

Alright. Let’s start with the day then. I get up at 6 am daily, for my school bus arrives at my home at, like, 6:45 am. So, I spend the rest of the day in school- I am in 10th standard, by the way- and then go to walk with my friends daily in the streets of Nehru Nagar, the place where I live.

However, today, me and my best friend have planned a special party today- we have decided to meet in the CC- the Civic Centre, eat ice cream at Kwality Walls, and then catch a movie at the Miraj Cinemas.

I am currently getting ready to go meet my bestie.

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Hello again. I have reached Kwality Walls on 6pm dot. I am thinking about how crazy that is, reaching at the exact time set by us.

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It’s been 5 minutes past 6. She will reach on time, yeah? Well, back to mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

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It’s been 10 minutes past 6. Uh, it’s totally okay! Really, it’s fine. Honestly, what is this, a class or a simple hangout? I am totally overreacting.

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It’s been 15 minutes. Okay, I am calling it: she is late. Oh my god! I told her to get here on time! I told her to not do this shit! We have movie reservations near the café in just 5 minutes! What the heck am I going to do? Bloody hell!

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Okay, I am ready to lose my shit. It’s 6 freaking 20 and she still hasn’t reached the goddamn eat-out place.

When we meet, I am so going to- oh wait, I just received a text from her: -

Heyyyyy.

I am so sorry, man!

Wait for me in the Miraj Cinemas, okay? We have got to skip the ice cream routine dude, if we aim to catch that movie. See you!

XOXO

Ugh, so she thinks a simple message is just supposed to mend the deep ties between us?! I think not!

If we miss Avengers Endgame rerun, I am going to kill her, I swear to Krishna, I am going to kill her!

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I am here and it’s been 10 minutes since she texted and I am officially losing i- oh, there she is!

I have missed 5 minutes of the Avengers Endgame rerun because of this grinch- and she will have to die for it. No matter what excuse she has, somebody is going to die tonight.

She runs to me, giving a nervous smile.

“Hey, kiddo! I am so sorry, man! It’s just that there was this thing-”she begins unsurely, a very bad excuse to start with.

“It’s okay, dude. Chill, man! We just missed 5 minutes, yeah? It’s just the reruns, after all!” I find it is me who is speaking.

-What the heck is wrong with you, you coward!

-I am sorry, whenever someone says sorry, I just lose it and just-it’s just- it’s complicated.

-“Yeah, well, eat dirt, you grinc-” my bestie interrupts my inner fight match with a cough.

“Shall we go?” she asks.

“Yeah! Yeah.”

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So, I just reached home at 9:45 pm, and I find my mum getting ready.

“Um, where are you going?” I ask her.

“I am-uh- going to a party, sweetheart.”

“A party? Can I come?” I ask hopefully, already dreaming of dreamy gup-chup and tasty samosas I would get to eat.

“It’s an only adults party, honey.” She said apologetically.

“So, have you made my dinner? I am starving, mum.”

“Um, since I was busy dressing up, I may have forgotten to cook you your dinner. So, you’re going to have to wait till I reach home. Is that okay?”

What in the actual hell?! First my bestie, now my mum! What in the wide world is going on?!

I am going to so chew her ou- “Is it okay?” she repeated, with her brows drawn worryingly.

“It’s totally okay!” I tell her cheerfully.

-Wow. You are such a loser.

-I am not a loser! What can I do?! Sorry is my kryptonite!

-Pathetic.

-Hey, come on! Don’t be mean, now!

-Or what?

-Or I am going to chew you out!

-I am sorry.

-It’s okay!

-Oh, come on!

“Uh, Tara?” my mum said unsurely, interrupting my rant to myself.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You just spaced out there, for a minute. I was just telling you that I am leaving, but you did not respond and stuff.”

“Yeah, I am sorry.” I laughed nervously.

“Arre! Don’t apologize. I just worry, you know. You sure space out lot, just so you know.”

“Ah. Yeah. My bad.” I said sheepishly.

“Anyway, I am off. Toodles!”

“Bye!” I waved her goodbye, watching her move out the door.

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So, that was a day in the life of your average teenager. Uh, as you may have guessed, I may be, kind of, sort of, a pushover.

*Sighs*

Ah, well.

Anyway, I am going to switch off now.

This was fun. Till the next time, people of the world.

Toodles!