Analyzing the importance of company in one’s life

A day off alone in Juhu has made me realize the importance of company in a person’s life. At PVR Juhu around 1p.m. for the 4:30 movie show, I figured roaming around the fancy Shoppers’ Stop with a basement Crossword store will help kill time easily. Who needed anybody, I thought to myself as I walked through rows of fiction, while ignoring the bitch of a “Like you have a choice” reverberating in my head.
It was a battle between my inner voice and me. The Crossword-browse was stretched for about an hour and a half and when I couldn’t take it anymore; I thought I’ll get lunch. There was a place called Brio in the same complex and I happily walked in, determined to eat like the ladies to stretch it up to an hour at least. I ordered chicken spaghetti and peach-flavoured iced-tea. I sat myself out in the open with the intention of looking out to a nice view. Sadly, all I got was a table at the end of the café overlooking a bunch of valets standing outside the car-park. Without my bag and the book in it, I took to browsing through 5 measly SMSs in my phone and a couple of photographs there. It was pathetic. The peach iced-tea was, too.
I hence learnt the following things about life:
1. When you need your friends the most that is precisely when they will be unavailable.
2. Ditto for your mobile service provider.
3. When people say they like to spend time alone, they are bull-shitting. Try eating lunch alone with no books, no music, no company and no phone.
So armed with no dignity whatsoever and this new found gyaan, I strode back into Crossword, picked an over-priced writing pad, which are stacked for desperate company-seekers like me and on which the gloating idiots probably made a 100 per cent profit, bought a PG Woodhouse book and went back to the café I had lunch at.
Daring the waiter to ask for my order, I am now sitting at the exact same table, scribbling away, unaware of time. I don’t like hanging around with people meaninglessly but I now know that I am not a loner. Nobody is. You can’t spend an hour without your writing-pad or your books or your music or paints or dvds or whatever it is that keeps you company.