Some "meow" thoughts
ON A VERY SERIOUS NOTE: WHEN I SAY "FRIEND" IT READS AND MEANS "FRIEND" AND NOTHING ELSE PLEASE.
Today I bid a smiling bye to my bestest friend in the Bajpe airport. He was leaving to US on a long term project only a few weeks after my return from the same country. As I saw him get into the kingfisher flight which would take him to Mumbai I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks as I knew it would be almost a year before I saw him again, maybe more.
Some people are a part of our life and we never imagine how our life would be without them. They are the extended beings of our own self. They fit perfectly into our life and we grow into a compatible existence. Then one day they go away and take with them a part of our life. Then our life is never same again, but we learn to live and get on with it. But still, there is something missing.
My first memory of him was that of some 21 years ago, while we were in playschool. He gave me a bloody bite till my hand started bleeding and I had to take a tetanus shot at the tender age of 3. We went to the same school too. While he was one among the top shot brains, I was a very privileged outcast. We even went to the same college. He was back bencher rowing smoothly in studies and me was a first bencher struggling hard to get pass marks. We landed in different worlds and our life never crossed each other.
Then, one fine day we met at our batch reunion and our lives opened up for each other. Before no time we the best buddies. From then on, he was a part of everything that happened in my life. We were almost like a part of each other’s family. My cousins would come, and I would drag him along; I would go to his house and chat with his dad for hours; He would team up with my brother and tease me to no ends; We would talk for hours about nothings and laugh over the most stupid things; He would chauffeur me around and even do my shopping; We knew each other’s friends like we knew our own; I even made him do my resume while I loitered around and he made me do his packing while he freaked out; I would blast him if he did not call me and he would make me feel guilty if I dint meet him; he even asked my approval about his gf’s and he gave his remarks about my mine.
The list being endless, we were a part of each others life. Even while I was in US, my day would start with his mail and it was never complete without talking to him. He would be the first person after my parents I would cry to and he always had a comforting hug. I would complain to him about even misery under the sun and he would lighten my mood with ice-cream. Yeah, we had a deal you see, he would always pay for my ice-creams. And he always got me temptations-rum & raisins. Now with him away, I am likely to loose some weight.
It’s very rare that you have friends who give unconditionally and he is one of them. Define a friend and he fills in perfectly. I could trust him with my life and be assured that he would not let me down. I could tell him anything and everything and be assured that he would not judge me or think bad. At times he would even bear my temper and in no time I would be back to normal.
Now, with him away, I will miss the lunchtime talks, the quick coffee, the JD sessions. I will miss borrowing books and cd’s and fighting over smallest things. I will even miss his dogs barking at me. Going to his house will never be the same without him around. I will miss the weekends when we would hang around in each other’s homes. I will miss those long drives. I will miss him when I go our common addas.
I could say tons about this dear friend of mine, but as I just read his sms as he leaves the country, all I can say is, “I will miss you Dev”.
Today I bid a smiling bye to my bestest friend in the Bajpe airport. He was leaving to US on a long term project only a few weeks after my return from the same country. As I saw him get into the kingfisher flight which would take him to Mumbai I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks as I knew it would be almost a year before I saw him again, maybe more.
Some people are a part of our life and we never imagine how our life would be without them. They are the extended beings of our own self. They fit perfectly into our life and we grow into a compatible existence. Then one day they go away and take with them a part of our life. Then our life is never same again, but we learn to live and get on with it. But still, there is something missing.
My first memory of him was that of some 21 years ago, while we were in playschool. He gave me a bloody bite till my hand started bleeding and I had to take a tetanus shot at the tender age of 3. We went to the same school too. While he was one among the top shot brains, I was a very privileged outcast. We even went to the same college. He was back bencher rowing smoothly in studies and me was a first bencher struggling hard to get pass marks. We landed in different worlds and our life never crossed each other.
Then, one fine day we met at our batch reunion and our lives opened up for each other. Before no time we the best buddies. From then on, he was a part of everything that happened in my life. We were almost like a part of each other’s family. My cousins would come, and I would drag him along; I would go to his house and chat with his dad for hours; He would team up with my brother and tease me to no ends; We would talk for hours about nothings and laugh over the most stupid things; He would chauffeur me around and even do my shopping; We knew each other’s friends like we knew our own; I even made him do my resume while I loitered around and he made me do his packing while he freaked out; I would blast him if he did not call me and he would make me feel guilty if I dint meet him; he even asked my approval about his gf’s and he gave his remarks about my mine.
The list being endless, we were a part of each others life. Even while I was in US, my day would start with his mail and it was never complete without talking to him. He would be the first person after my parents I would cry to and he always had a comforting hug. I would complain to him about even misery under the sun and he would lighten my mood with ice-cream. Yeah, we had a deal you see, he would always pay for my ice-creams. And he always got me temptations-rum & raisins. Now with him away, I am likely to loose some weight.
It’s very rare that you have friends who give unconditionally and he is one of them. Define a friend and he fills in perfectly. I could trust him with my life and be assured that he would not let me down. I could tell him anything and everything and be assured that he would not judge me or think bad. At times he would even bear my temper and in no time I would be back to normal.
Now, with him away, I will miss the lunchtime talks, the quick coffee, the JD sessions. I will miss borrowing books and cd’s and fighting over smallest things. I will even miss his dogs barking at me. Going to his house will never be the same without him around. I will miss the weekends when we would hang around in each other’s homes. I will miss those long drives. I will miss him when I go our common addas.
I could say tons about this dear friend of mine, but as I just read his sms as he leaves the country, all I can say is, “I will miss you Dev”.
posted by dharmu @ 10:34 AM
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