“Curse you Dhaka city and traffic jams, curse you!” I murmured to myself as the car’s movement slowly grinded to a halt, thanks to the myriad of motorcars blocking the way near the Mohakhali flyover. Only if the driver had taken the straight path from the house, I could get there easily. Heck, even walking there would have been faster for me then, because of my home’s new location, but alas, I was stuck in a road very opposite to my destination.
Already an hour late, I rushed towards the second floor as soon as I reached Captain’s World. Wasio told me to come early to manage the crowd and thus, feeling a sense of duty in me, I hurried as fast as I could, trying my best not to hit anyone in the way. Seeing my friend Aritra come out and introducing me to a childhood friend of his made me assured of the fact that I, a usual early comer, was very late. Slowly I opened the glass doors and was astounded at the number of people inside. How many were there? At least 50? I didn’t bother counting because I didn’t want to tire the small brain of mine. Grunting to myself; I took out my camera and with a big smile on my face, started taking pictures the only way I know how: with my (awesome) 10 megapixel camera. Sadly, there were other photographers immortalizing the meeting but that didn’t stop me from making a collection of the random-est snapshots anyone has ever seen.
“Areh Tonmoy bhaiya na? Kemon ashen apni Bhaiya? Facebook e to apnake dekhi e na!”
One thing that always happens to me at MazeCity gatherings is very warm greetings from the members. Sadly, about 70% of the time, I don’t recognize the person conversing with me but unfortunately they seem to know me quite well.
“Hey there! Basha change korsi to, internet nai. Umm, sorry, but tomar naam ta jani ki chilo?”
“Bhaiya ami *insert your name here*. Amake chinlen na?”
“Maaf kore dao please! I have a very bad memory!”
Thus, a painful (for both of us) re-introduction session takes place, like always.
Now, onto the events of the meeting: Don’t expect things like a karaoke or a Cosplay party (there were hollow masks, Urahara’s hat, Leaf Village headbands and weapons but I am not considering that Cosplaying) because if we did that, we would suddenly find ourselves on the streets outside, courtesy of the generous staff of Captain’s World. Of course, that didn’t stop us from being crazy, that is, if you consider real-life yuri, slurping molten ice-cream from the ice-cream box and handicap arm-wrestling matches crazy. But I will get to that later.
As soon as I was satisfied with the amount of people I have unknowingly turned into photogenic models, I found Wasio and Lightrain Apu crudely addressing the new members to stand up and introduce themselves. As the timid toddlers stood up on their little feet, one by one, they started to enlighten us with their personal information, which sadly included only their name and their favourite anime. I ask the new female members, was it so hard to share your relationship status with me, I mean us? Putting that aside, everyone gave some very tedious descriptions of themselves, even after being threatened by Lightrain Apu not to do so. Some brave mortals they are.
As everyone was glad to (more or less) know the strangers around them, I wanted to make more people look like the photogenic models they were turning out to be but alas, I was stopped on my noble quest by my friend Aritra who surprisingly was willing to feed me (usually I have to ask him for food in some sort of way but today was different, go figure).
Anyways, after I went upstairs I discovered three things:
1. Pieces of cake (made by Nikhat Kuchiki) were in a lot of people’s hands (and mouths).
2. Not even one piece of cake (see what I did there?) was in my hand.
3. Nikhat Kuchiki wasn’t willing to give me even one piece of her cake (I am on a roll).
Don’t worry, I got one piece in the end (I should stop now), and trust me, it was really delicious! If you didn’t attend the meeting, then you missed the best piece of pastry in the world! No, such delicate and fine example of sweets is definitely THE BEST IN THE UNIVERSE! (Miss Nikhat Kuchiki, if you are reading this, please bestow me with another piece of your heavenly cake! Make these oily compliments worthwhile!)
After eating cakes, people started acting crazy for some reason (what was in that cake?!). How crazy you ask? Well, here comes the real-life yuri I was talking about. Unfortunately though, I can’t discuss further regarding this topic because it is a strict 18+ content. Accept my apologies. I also showed Devils Luck why I am a girl (don’t worry ladies, I am 100% a guy) so I did something pretty explicit. Let’s not discuss that either. I have my privacy, okay?
After THAT, we were commanded by our Squadron Leader Wasio to head downstairs for group pictures. We did so, in the usual way we always do, shouting various incomprehensible words at the camera in poses not even Lelouch can imitate. As the group pictures were taken, we, for some reason, headed back upstairs. Normally, anyone would think the meeting ended after the group picture was taken, but some people didn’t want to go home just yet. One example was Black Prarthik who was really excited to challenge me to an arm-wrestling match. Of course, I won, and of course, I won all the other challenges that piled up on me. Suddenly, everyone wanted to prove their muscular upper body strength and strangely I felt quite at home.
After the bout of biceps was done with, we drank ice-cream. You read it right. We drank it. The ice-cream apparently melted from the hotness some female members (and Devils Luck) exhausted, and after the spoons had drowned on the sea of goodness, some members (including myself) ended up gulping the not-ice-anymore-cream down our throats directly from the box. We also cleaned up the mess ourselves. Shows how responsible we are.
Sadly, there wasn’t much to do anymore and myself, having enough fun for the day, decided to head home. Giving one last look at the ravage we had turned the restaurant into, I smiled and started walking away… With Abrar and then Sejan riding on me. Carrying people on your shoulders is fun isn’t it?
