Monday, September 29, 2008

Been there, done that

Dressed in black tees, and blue jeans, the two men must've been pushing their late fifties. Both of them sport elegant gold rimmed spectacles. One of them is semi-bald while the other one has managed to keep that damned of all human phenomena at bay.

Surprisingly, for their age, both men are refreshingly lean, and have not given way to the corpulence that seems to accumulate with passing years.

They sit at the bar now, leaving it to their waiter to worry about a table. They don't seem to mind the exuberant chatter of the bunch of boys, seated a little distance apart, waiting along with them. Not as long as the beer keeps coming, and the music is not too loud, and no one interrupts their peace.

As if from a distance, the discordant chords of jazz waft in. One of them takes out a cigarette and smokes. The other one joins him. Obviously they don't take the statutory warning on the pack too seriously.

They don't exchange much conversation. They probably don't feel the need for it. All they seem to want is some time off, to sit abstracted from the bustle of life, and the incessant demands of whatever it is they do for a living.

A word now, then a smile in agreement, and a smoke more ...