we came, we saw and we waited...

indian standard time - bad
west bengal standard time- worse
It was debo and me, sitting there, amidst a few social workers who munched on jhalmuri and cracked extremely bad jokes. we were waiting to be delegated some work...and a long wait it was. As we sat there on the dusty sofa, i was confused( as usual) and was wondering what to do, how to behave, whether to laugh politely or to take the liberty to grimace at the poor display of sense of humour that surrounded me. My thoughts suddenly disrupted ( due to the arrival of two bowls of jhalmuri for us), i turned to talk to debo. Seeing the hassled look on his face i ventured to ask him what was wrong. he whispered- "my butt is aching!". Although people might find this complain rather strange but everyone acquainted with debo are aware of the sorry fact that unlike everyone else he is unfortunately not blessed with an arse per say, so if he sits in the same posture for a long time, his bony bottom tends to revolt.
After giving him a sympathetic pat on his arm, i returned to my thoughts. i realised that having nothing to do, absolutely no intellectual or physical exertion(except for munching on jhal muri), especially with lunch long overdue was quite frustrating. I concluded that waiting with repressed hunger and odd "butt pains" can be really tiresome especially when there is no way out but to sit like demure, soft spoken students representing their alma mater.