Cut to Moby-
I met Moby in my sophomore year.He was a self proclaimed 'dude' and was always under the impression that every girl of the class wants to share her bed with him.But the fact was far far away from his land of fiction.Girls hated Moby to the core and the only reason was his self obsession.He loved himself as if he is the only filtered child from the Gods furnace and rest are just impurities.That's why most of the time he was seen wearing his red t-shirt on which it was boldly written "Gods own son".I got associated with him in our laboratory experiments.He was my partner so that made me took the reading & all and he used to sit around and feed my ears with his larger than life ideas.At first i was uninterested to hear them but eventually i developed a kind of affinity towards him & his whole thought process.Slowly i came to know about the real Moby and I concluded that his ways of treating people is rather intentional and he enjoyed being hated but with me he always acted differently.Not the narcissist ass but a much ordinary guy with some extraordinary ideas.Also our love for good world cinema helped us strengthen our bond.For hours we used to have discussions about the methods of movie making,stories,actors,camera angles,art direction,visual effects etc.There was also an incident that took place which more glorifies our passion for films.We were so taken away by the film Motorcycle diaries that immediately after watching it,something struck our minds and we too like CHE decided to hit the highway on our bike.Though we were too selfish about our lives to even think of any revolution but the whole concept of bike,bags,beer & busy road made us jump on the bandwagon.Next we found ourselves chatting with the wind on our bike RX-100.We were short of money and the bike was short of petrol but the spirits were pretty high in numbers.However they were little bit restrained later when we slept under the moonless sky in a jungle where we discovered new 101 species of blood sucking insects.
As time passed we became better friends and kept account of chronicles of each others life.Suddenly One day he told me that he was not any more interested in building circuits and noting down the impedance so he dropped out of college and enrolled himself in some shoddy film-making school.That whole episode affected our friendship to a certain level as there were less meetings,less discussions and more of our own individual 'projects'.We both got busy with our priorities of life and never made any efforts to promote our friendship to another level.But still Moby was never shy to disclose that after himself,i am the closest one who actually knows him.That used to make me really happy and good about myself.

Cut to Sunday Morning:-
Moby was sitting on a chair under a tree and reading newspaper.I went straight to him in a hope that he can some way turn on my pissed off mood & also help me out with my task of the day.I presumed that he was not doing some significant work so i raised my voice and said-

-Hey Moby!What's keeping you busy these days?

-Hey bro!How are you?Actually it's nothing much.I am still waiting for my day under the sun.You tell how is the weather at your side?Expecting some rains lately(Giggles)

-No....Not yet.I feel like abandoned tourist in the middle of scorching deserts.

-Woaaa....What's going in the mind?Shoot!

Fresh from the royal ignorance from my friend or Demona's boyfriend I said:
-You know sometimes life itself wants you to be bad....Evil inside....Just be selfish.Don't realy bother about anybody & anyone.Make your castles and let the world shrink with jealousy.


-hmm...I can smell many apprehensions of yours towards life.It isn't that mean brother.You always have the shoulders of friends to rely upon.(places his hand on my shoulder)


I was still under the deep thoughts of mine and eventually my mouth said:
-Yeah friend.....friend indeed.
After a brief pause i changed the topic and said
-Anyways I am not getting into the depth of these complicated issues.I want you to help me out of this crisis of mine.

-What's the matter?

-With due disrespect,my company's inefficient boss mr bhutia has used me as a scapegoat and ordered me to escort his mother-in-law who stays somewhere near Teja chowk in GoGo nagar.Now in the gods name i am totally clueless about this place.

-Ohh...Gogo nagar....i know it exactly where it is situated.It's little far from here.Maybe 2 hrs of drive.Few of my relatives also lives there.


-Wow!!!!that's great.Then you can surely accompany me and we can have some fun on the run. Also you can meet your relatives and give them a pleasant surprise.


-I can't say if it will be a pleasant surprise for them or not but I may not be able to come with you as there are some matters which need my urgent devotion.See yesterday i saw this unusual film about a boy & his dog.It's a very heart warming story and beautifully picturised so i have decided to write its review and let the people know about this film through social networking sites.After all good cinema needs encouragement and I am gonna work for this cause.I hope you understand my initiative.

His words were stinging me.The moment he said that he might not be able to come with me created havoc in my mind.His excuse sounded very lame and superficial.I was no more interested in further conversation and decided to leave but Moby stopped me.He took out pen from my front pocket & teared a piece of paper from the newspaper and made some directions from one point to another.There were too many of lefts & rights which were adding salt to my inner wounds.There was a minute moment when i was not thinking about the final destination but the whole idea of journey with Moby enticed me.I thought it would be an ideal time to catch with our lost time.We can again go down the memory lanes and pick up few eternal moments which made us smile.But life always wakes you up when you are having a beautiful dream.Times are changing and so the people.Moby too must had experienced the winds of change so he made his intentions quite clear.It's just me who has been stucked with shallow hopes.
I took the paper from Moby and left without saying any parting words.

As I was about to open the front door of my car, I felt a pat on my back.I turned the other side and met with a bulky personality of Yudlee do.