A cloudy formation appeared in front
of Naveen’s eyes. He blinked twice. For some reason, the clouds had a yellowish
tinge. And there were lines in between them, and patches of brown.
His eyes slowly opened. The
yellowish blur came into focus. It was the wall of his room, with its beige
paint peeling off.
He yawned and reached for his phone
on the bedside table. It was half past noon.
Standing up felt like a herculean
effort. A sharp pain pierced through his head. His legs wobbled. He put a hand on the
mattress to steady his lanky frame.
His roommate Sumeet sat at the dining
table, hunched over his laptop. Patches of unshaven beard stubble decorated his
face.
They were childhood friends who grew up
in Mumbai, and now rented this studio apartment in Jersey City during their
summer internships.
Naveen staggered into the kitchen.
Sumeet glanced at him. “You look like a
zombie from The Walking Dead.”
Naveen massaged his temple. It felt
like his skull was being pounded by a hammer, from the inside.
He picked up a plastic glass from the
counter, and gazed into it.
“Seriously dude,” Sumeet said. “How much
did you drink last night?”
Naveen lifted a hollow five-gallon
plastic water jug over his glass. He barely got a drop.
“There’s no water.”
“As always, you have an outstanding
grasp of the obvious,” Sumeet said.
The kitchen sink was overflowing with
plates, glasses, utensils, spoons, forks, etc. Naveen put his glass below the faucet.
“Tap water here is not drinkable,”
Sumeet said. “You know that, right?”
Naveen scowled, and threw the water
into the sink. He put his palms on the counter and closed his eyes.
The click-click-click of Sumeet’s
laptop keyboard sounded shrill to his ears.
“Stop making that sound,” Naveen
demanded.
“What sound?”
“Your stupid keyboard...”
“What?” Sumeet paused. “Are you still
high?”
Naveen saw a white bottle on top of the
refrigerator. It had an image of two coconut trees, and the word ‘MALIBU’ above
it. He lifted it by the neck, filled his glass, and took a gulp.
Sumeet raised an eyebrow. “You drinking
in the morning now?”
“It’s afternoon.”
“Good to know that you can at least tell
the time …”
“And I’m not drinking. It’s just
Malibu.”
“Malibu is rum,” Sumeet said. “You know
that, right?”
Naveen plonked himself down on a chair.
“It’s practically water.”
“Practically water,” Sumeet repeated. He
scratched his beard stubble, and went back to his laptop.
Naveen sipped the practically-water in
silence. Every few minutes, he rubbed his forehead.
He went to the garbage can, but before
he could toss his glass, a crushed-up paper plate and a plastic bag spilled out.
“This apartment is a mess,” Naveen
said. “The trash is full, the sink is full, there’s no water.” He looked at
Sumeet. “And you just sit on your laptop all day.”
“Dude, I have a big presentation on
Monday.”
Naveen just glared.
“What?” Sumeet said. “You worried that the
Israeli babe you rented this place from will come to check on us?”
“She’s an Aunty, not a babe.”
Sumeet shrugged. “Aunties can also be
babes.”
Naveen opened the fridge and stuck his
head inside. There were eggs and bread. He looked back at the sink. The frying
pan was buried under mounds of utensils.
He rummaged through the kitchen drawers
and cupboards. “Why is there nothing to eat here??”
He opened and shut a cupboard, again
and again, staring inside it.
“Yea, if you open and close it a few
more times, food will definitely appear,” Sumeet said, with a nod. He pointed to
his laptop. “It works just like Windows.”
Once again, something from the top of
the refrigerator caught Naveen’s attention. It was a transparent plastic box,
which appeared to hold biscuits.
Naveen wolfed down a biscuit. He had
barely swallowed the first one, when he crunched into another.
Suddenly, his face contorted into a
grimace.
It tasted like rotten meat mixed with
sawdust. It was by far the most horrific thing he had put into his mouth. Ever.
Sumeet came over and examined the box.
A wide grin spread over his face. “You know what you just ate??”
Naveen opened the faucet and gargled in
the sink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still cringing.
“Dog biscuits!” Sumeet turned the box
around, pointing to a small sticker on the lower corner.
Naveen squinted his eyes. “What???”
“Your Israeli Aunty has a dog.”
Naveen spat out again. He remained
hunched over, dazed.
“You must have seen the dog hairs on the
sofa and carpet,” Sumeet seemed unable to wipe the grin off his face. He gave a
slow shake of his head. “I was also hungry, but man, you’ve sunk to another
level of desperation.”
Naveen’s eyes bore into the plastic box.
“Why is the label so small??”
“My friend, you’ve just crossed the
line between man and…”
Naveen shoved him backwards. “I didn’t know what it was!”
“…canine.” Sumeet doubled over
laughing. He touched Naveen’s forehead. “How do you feel?”
Naveen pushed him off. He turned his
attention back to the cupboards. He ransacked every part of the kitchen. “I’m
still hungry.”
“There are some bones in the trash,
from the chicken we ate last week.…”
“Oh get over it dude,” Naveen
snapped.
Sumeet beamed at him.
“I’m going to make eggs,” Naveen said. “But
first, you’re going to help me wash theses dishes.”
Sumeet took one look at the colossal
pile in the sink, and shook his head. “I have a presentation…”
“We can use this dishwasher thing,”
Naveen pointed to an appliance with a stainless steel surface.
“We don’t know how to use that,” Sumeet
said. “We haven’t been in the US long enough.”
Naveen shot him a look of contempt.
“We’re both graduating with Masters degrees, and you’re saying we can’t figure out
how to use a dishwasher??”
“Fine,” Sumeet said. He opened the door
to the dishwasher, and crouched down. “Pass the dishes.”
One by one, Naveen handed him the items
from the sink.
“Try to rinse them a bit,” Sumeet said.
“Why should I do the work? That’s what
the thing is for…”
“Dude, it’s already full...”
Naveen handed off another
plate. “Just shove it in somewhere.”
“Shove it in somewhere,” Sumeet rolled
his eyes. “”That attitude is not going to help you later on in life…”
“Alright, that’s it,” Naveen said. He
looked at the empty sink, feeling physically lighter.
Sumeet stood up. “We probably need to
put soap.”
“Yea,” Naveen walked across
the room.
“Where you going?”
“To the bathroom. You said we needed
soap.”
“Dude,” Sumeet said, “Not that soap.”
Naveen half-turned.
“There’s a different soap for having a
bath, a different soap for washing clothes, and a different soap for this….”
“What difference does it make?” Naveen
spread his arms out. “Soap is soap.”
Sumeet looked through the drawers,
shaking his head. “I don’t know how you’re going to survive in the US.”
“Why do they have 20 different types of
soap, and 100 different types of cereal, and…” Naveen searched the lower cupboards.
He picked up a green, rectangular box. “Here, this says dishwashing detergent.”
He opened it. “It’s some powder.”
“Just don’t eat it dude,”
Sumeet grabbed the box. “Yea this is it.”
He saw a small square compartment on
the inside of the dishwasher door. He flicked a lever to open it. He put powder
inside, and shut it.
He examined the row of buttons on
the front. “What setting do we want? There’s mini, light, normal, heavy duty…”
“As usual, 100 options,” Naveen
said. “Just go for normal.”
“What water level? Low, medium,
high? Also, do we want Rinse Dry or Heat Dry…”
“Normal, dude. Just put normal
for everything.”
Sumeet gave him a sideways glance.
“Yea, that’s brilliant. How do you come up with such intelligent answers?”
“I’m a genius,” Naveen said.
“Okay, I’m starting it,” Sumeet pushed
a button, and stepped back.
“I’m going to bed,” Naveen said. “Wake
me when it’s done.”
He collapsed onto the mattress, and fell
into an instant slumber.
An hour later, he heard a voice that
sounded like a distant echo. “Dude…”
Naveen stirred and turned on his side.
“Dude,” The voice called out. “I think
it’s done.”
Naveen half-opened his eyes. Sumeet was
sitting at the exact same spot, in front of his laptop.
Moving at a snail’s pace, Naveen crawled
out of bed. He opened the dishwasher, took out a plate, and put it on the counter.
“Dude, help me unload.”
“Fine,” Sumeet stood up. He picked up a
plate. “Does this look clean to you?”
Naveen blinked, and looked at it. There
were yellow stains on the edges. He glowered at the dishwasher. “Stupid machine
didn’t work.”
“Maybe we have to rinse the dishes before
putting them in,” Sumeet said.
“If we wash the dishes, then what’s the
point of the dishwasher?”
“Maybe, it’s not a dishwasher,” Sumeet said.
“Maybe, it’s a dish verifier.”
“What does that mean??”
“You wash the dishes, put them in, and it
verifies that they are properly
clean,” Sumeet pointed to the row of buttons. “When the light turns green, the
dishes have passed the test, and are certified clean.”
Naveen looked his roommate up and down.
His expression was a mixture of bemusement and disdain. “How high are you? How
many dog biscuits have you had, ha?”
“Nah man, those are reserved for you.”
Naveen tapped the steel surface of the
dishwasher. “We got to make this work. Masters students can’t be so stupid…”
“My masters is in finance, yours is
in computers,” Sumeet said. “We don’t have a masters in dishwashing.”
Naveen craned his neck inside the
dishwasher. He opened the small compartment. “You think we should put water
with the powder?”
“Sure, why not?” Sumeet shrugged.
“Yea,” Naveen nodded to himself. “It
can’t just be dry powder. It needs to be a little wet, like a paste.”
He poured water into the
compartment, and stirred it with the back of a spoon. He stood up and examined
his handiwork. Satisfied, he closed the compartment, and pushed the dishwasher
door shut till he heard a click.
“Trying it again,” He announced, and
pressed the button.
A few seconds later, a whirring
sound started up. The two roommates exchanged a look.
“Good, it’s doing something,” Naveen
said. He lay down stomach-first on his bed.
Sumeet spread himself across the
couch. “I’m also taking a nap.”
The rhythmic whirring sound got louder
and softer at a regular cadence. It was a background track to Naveen’s dreams.
Smack in the middle of a dream, he
felt a pair of arms shaking him roughly.
“What? What?” Naveen woke with a
start. “Get off me.”
“Dude,” Sumeet hovered over him. “What
the hell did you do to the dishwasher?? It’s unleashed a tsunami in here.”
Naveen stepped into the kitchen. His
bare feet dipped into the cold water spraying indiscriminately from the steel
appliance, and sliding along the floors.
Sumeet said. “I tried to shut it off…”
Naveen moved his hand towards the
dishwasher.
“Don’t do that,” Sumeet shouted.
But Naveen yanked the door open.
A deluge of water tumbled out,
splashing onto the floor. Both the boys jumped backwards.
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
Sumeet yelled. He picked up his laptop and cradled it in his arms.
Naveen stared at the outpouring
flood. Water dripped down from his knees to his ankles.
“What are we going to do?” He looked
around, flabbergasted. The water flowed from the kitchen to the carpets, and traveled onwards
towards the bathroom.
“Start mopping, what else?” Sumeet said.
From the side of the refrigerator, he fetched a tall mop with a bundle of
strings at its end, which he gave to Naveen. In the cupboard, he found a
shorter stick with a sponge at its base, and a bucket.
He looked at Naveen. “Don’t stand there
looking clueless. Get mopping.”
Naveen rolled up his pajamas, and
ran the mop over the floor.
“I knew we shouldn’t have used the
frickin dishwasher,” Sumeet shook his head.
Naveen looked dolefully towards the
fridge. “I’m still hungry.”
“So eat,” Sumeet gestured towards
the plastic biscuit box.
“Shut up and mop,” Naveen barked.
It was going to be a long, long day.
