a pepe a lee and me

 a pepe a lee and me!!

Man proposes but God disposes. This was how I felt at the end of the day. But I cant put the entire blame on Him. I placed myself in such a situation where He could have done nothing but dispose my plans.

 My room mates went home for the weekend. I had plans to go home, but it didn’t work out. My parents didn’t like me reaching there so early (2 am). They were expressing concerns and were giving lectures on the consequences of reaching there at an unearthly hour during the chaotic election period(in kannur!!!). So I dropped my plan and I was stuck in my room alone. The weekend was ahead of me without really knowing what to do with it .

 Half of the first day went without any fuss sleeping watching TV and turning few pages of a novel, then I started getting bored. Cleaning the room was a good option for the time killing, an uphill task which can keep you busy till the night unless you are lost in the mess. As usual I deferred it.

 I have been planning to buy a jean to give due rest to the single accomplice I have, a black basics trousers. It will certainly try for an escape if I ever let myself out of it. A textile shop, Chaithram, was offering (popular) branded apparels at an affordable price, as the time was in plenty I decided to go over there. I just had a vague idea about the location, wasn’t confident about making it to the textile shop. So I didn’t take much money with me and expected an ATM somewhere in the near vicinity. But the place turned out to be a bundu. But luckily SB card was debit able there. Showering towering praises on the services that SB offer to its customers I went searching for jeans. I picked a ‘pepe’ and a ‘lee’ and went to the counter to settle the bill. The shopkeeper swiped my card and asked me to enter the password

 Password !! (oh what was it)

Numerous combinations of 4 digits started to circle around my head. I chose a pin which I thought to be familiar. I tried once, the permission was denied. A digit button in the device was faulty. I tried for the second time with the assumption that the problem was with the device. But the result was same. This time I tried a new combination and the result was different, the account got blocked.

Now the shop keeper started looking me in a suspicious way as if I have done something fishy. My roommate Rishin says that wasn’t related to the card failure, according to him generally I look suspicious. The card attempts might have only added some spice to it.

 When the day started I was moderately rich with two different back accounts one financed by my father and the other one by the company I’m working in.The other account didnt hold adequate amount to pay the bill, so I left the place with a promise that I will return with the money. Literally at the end of the day I was almost out of dime waiting for my roommates to turn up.

 A pepe a lee and an unsettled bill still waiting for me and I’m back to square one with my old accomplice.

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