The Breezy Life

My friend is chronically depressed (it possibly is a malady that is seen automatically in people who are unfortunate enough to qualify as my ‘friends’, but then that’s strictly besides the point)

Mr. Moily is one of his two parents my friend Anil has. Anil has been a close pal for almost a decade now. Over this period, while visits at his place, I must have met Mr. Moily innumerable times. Whats of immediately worthy notice here is, as far as memory takes me, I’ve seen Mr. Moily only dead drunk, whatever be the time of the day, or the day of the year.

Additionally, almost everyday, Mr. Moily’s daughter (name withheld on request), casually chit-chats with the ghost of an erstwhile landlord of a large part of land on which Mr. Moily’s residential apartment stands today. Interestingly, she is quite blasé about these supernatural visits, and in fact frequently makes light, interesting anecdotal conversation about it.

After a certain years of silent tolerance, Mrs. Moily decided not to put up with her husband and his perennial influence of intoxicants, any more than she could accept her daughter’s informality and lack of reserve with dead landlords. It is now the opportune moment to add that even Anil had never been a model son to his mother (details withheld on request). The cumulative effect of all this was that Mrs. Moily disowned them collectively, is missing and has reportedly become a sanyasin. Untraceable by choice.

In parallel circumstances, for three years Anil has been getting meager increments at work, and his girlfriend cum fiancé recently summarized that she was off to Australia for good and if everything went well would never want to see him again.

Whew!! What a life!!