Fraaandship &&^*(*?

I'm sure most of you have had this experience before. There’s this freaky gal whom I have had the misfortune of having a friendship with. According to her, we’re the “best-est of friends” and according to me, she’s an unwanted piece of garbage who just doesn't know when she’s not needed and just doesn't understand the fact that she’s a burden on this earth! I pity her. If you look at her face, the word “dumb” pops in your mind. Her body fat is unevenly distributed, her eyes are lop-sided, her brain is in the wrong place, and she would be automatically entered into the mentally-challenged Olympics if she went anywhere near the venue! If she wasn't dropped on her head as a child, I seriously wonder what sort of parenting she had to go through to turn out as she has.

I may be a bit too harsh on her, but that’s the way she is. I can’t help it. She can do anything to be in someone’s good books but unfortunately she doesn’t know that it purely reflects her dumbness. Would you believe that I’m actually down-playing this mentally-challenged embarrassment to nature who thinks I am her friend?

Anyway, I had lent this gal 8 euros, a small amount considering the amount of money I get. This was over a month ago. She promptly forgot about it until I gently reminded her that she owes me. She immediately made out a promise note for 8 bucks and gave it to me. Now, this was the first time I was handling a promise note and I was like, “Baby, it’s ok! You can give me the cash when you have it. No hurry!”

So, she said, “No honey, take it. I don’t want to keep you waiting!” I was surprised but hey, money’s money. So, I took it and waited for a week.Oh wait , please do not confuse with the original promise note. 

Her promise note was like this :

" Hey Buddy,

Despite your money constraint you lent me money for filling my stomach with a meal. I am grateful. It's time to give it back but unfortunately my card pin is missing and would get one tomorrow. I will draw and give it to you. Till then keep my 500 rupees note with you . Kill me if I am not giving you .

Love you !

XXXXX"

Finally, she told me to come near some godforsaken building on some highway to collect the money.  I was a bit scared and was wondering if she was going to kill me in that secluded place and make it look like an accident or something. I had no idea how her under-developed mind worked. Her single knock can make me handicapped for life time. She finally showed up after making me wait an hour and handed the money over to me. I asked her why she called me so far away from civilization. Instead of replying, he put his hand inside her pocket and the gesture made me freak out. I was about to shout bloody murder, when she took out her mobile and said, “Come here”. That even freaked me out. I was wondering a stick body like mine do not need any fucking other souls to kill , her elephant body is enough.

Then entered a tiny creature who must be a cross breed of squirrel and monkey. And she introduces him to be my potential boyfriend. But from which angle? He talks as if he is sentenced to death the next second asking for all lame desires of his life.

I walked with those demented freaks to a coffee to fulfil the loser’s long lasting desire and went home, where my roomies had something even crazier with this retard.

How They Met

To know a person, sometimes it takes long time, sometimes just a moment that is precious for life time.

I always have a ton of fun playing around with pieces in my wardrobe especially when I am going out to meet someone whom I like. But my day out with K was completely crazy and fateful.

I woke up with a heavy head for a message, “See you at 12.30 PM. Lunch at *****”. Well, I was rubbing my eyes to check if it was real. Gazed and gaped at it, twice, then confirmed that I was not dreaming. Quickly got ready and set out to the destination. The sight of him had created a strange mixture of anxiety, excitement, and hopelessness in my body. I felt the proverbial “butterflies” when he appeared, overwhelmed with emotions and welcomed me. Honestly, when I met him I never felt strange; we got along as good old buddies and we did share our best secrets of life in ease. He is extremely shy, sensitive, and has a dork haircut but still he is utterly sweet to me with his Dravidian accent. Now if you mistake him to be soberly good, let me tell you he is a silent killer. Well, here is one such episode that completely rip-off his goody image. Since I have been talking all the while, probably he thought I need a break. So, he was like… “What do you call this as?” .I was like are you trying to date me? Before he thought it is safe to answer, he took the benefit of doubt as in to know what actually a DATE is. Smart na! That is just the beginning. Then I give him top 10 tips of dating of which one of them was “looking into gal’s eyes and speak”. From the next minute, he started constantly gaping. First I checked if someone was behind, second I checked if something was protruding and finally tried all ways to distract him. Damn…He was trapping and finally breaks into laughter. Gosh …. Moronic.

Sometimes his silence scares me; I slightly doubt if I was boring and irritating because of his deadpan expression like that of a mind-controlled, programmed assassin who is under some kind of hypnotic trance.

K is also like a typical guy who hates shopping. Despite that, he helped me shop and I love that attention J.After that we had a coffee and started walking in the evening fading sun to get a cab. Romantic na … yeah unless until he was lifting the shopping bags and probably me too. We just walked and walked, finally landed at a cross junction to find one. I am sure by then he must have realized that I am one walking disaster. Finally at the cross roads, we just stood like the tired dogs with almost the tongues out. I was facing the west and K was standing on opposite direction, both of us looking out for a cab.  He was so dog tired and was leaning on me. I nor K was so not in this world to feel that we both r standing like the posers of some odd regional movie in middle of the road. When the bystanders started making stroppy faces, then we realized that we are entertaining the trespassers. That was the LMAFO of the day.

Finally into the cab and another action-packed shopping and long conversations. Time just flew when he was around. I wished the day never ended.

Coffee and conversations are great when they are hot! Chow chowJ

PS: I am really short of words to even tell how great it feels. Just see it in my eyes , if you can read it.Just take it and go (in my style)
Also this is the song for u ...

Shru : Did I pen it down as you have described?

"If it still hurts, you still care."

Today morning when I was on face book to catch up for the updates, I stumbled upon a post of my close friend. In fact he was one of the best of friends I had. I rubbed my eyes to check if it was true. Checked, doubled checked and again checked. In fact I stopped there gaping at it – ENGAGED.

Now what is that hurting me? That should be happy news, isn’t it?

Since a year and half , we eventually we turned out to be best of friends where I had the most dreadful incident of my life. Our friendship turned fonder and fonder with the times. We’re so crazy, that people think we're high. It’s the times we laughed so hard, we can't help but cry. It’s all the inside jokes and "remember when’s". He had never been the emotional crutch yet again we knew what is good for us to be the best of friends.

And today, I get to know he was engaged through a social media site. Yes I agree, I might have given him hints of me being single then and he has tried his luck. If it did not happen, it did not happen. But that doesn’t cost all the good times we had together. How silly!

When I go upfront to ask about it, this is what I get to hear-”Yaar, glad you knew it. You see it’s all the emotions, hope you understand. And thanks for the wishes if at all you are wishing good for me.”

It should be easy, right?
 That person is no longer in your life--so shut them out and move on.

But it never is.
Memories of happy times come back to dance on the edges of reason to mock and jeer you.
And it hurts. More like hell.
Like pin pricks of a million needles.
Like hell like the jagged edges of a broken glass.

But it is long gone now, and the friendship lives only in your memories. Now I smile bravely and pretend it does not matter anymore. But deep down I remember it all for I have given. I really donno how to react but it feels like a deliberate million insult for the poor kind who respected the friendship. Adding to it is , blocking me on face book and blocking my calls.

Ok now to deny the fact would be like lying to yourself just as mourning for something that cannot be and wallowing it.
Life is full of surprises. And time is ticking.
You may be amazed at what it gives back.

So I go out there, give my best smile, Grab it, LIVE it, revel in it.
But all I can say is “Start by asking yourself whether each of your relationships drags you down or lifts you up...
Surrounding yourself with positive, loving people is half the battle of living a happy, successful life”!

The new me which u left behind...

All it would take for my grief to displace is to hug you and cry my infant heart out. Those days of spring ,those times of joy will forever remain though death plays the leveler, what you were to me might not have been told but I’m sure you know. Things would surely be different if you were around, but I rest in your memory that you live in a better place .I’m sure you know and like you always said ,we joyfully part ways only to reach where we belong. But can I still say I miss you? I'm sure you know, what I learnt from our childhood stories were more than just words, what I learnt at the uncomfortable yet warm shade of yours will remain with me though the world may call me names. Can I get just one moment with you and just tell you once how much you meant and knowing you the way I admire. I’m sure you will say you are already here and here to stay with me. Trust me, you can never be replaced not even your memory or that beautiful watch u gave me on our last FRIENDSHIP’s day that I wear every day. If ever I have a daughter of my own and she asks me a story to put her to sleep I would tell her of young lass who gave her entire to see a smile in my life. I would tell of that lady who grew up to work more than all his buddies would do at a early age, I would tell her of a tall dusky woman burnt by living and experiences. When I tell her of the day she held me and taught me this language, I write in - I would stop and bid her to sleep for... I don’t know what and why I write but I’m sure you are my first critic for anything :-)

Happy Birthday Anita :-)

This is totally dedicated to u ! With all smiles that you put up to compose me the way I am today.


Gone though you have, I heard your voice today.
I tried to make out what the words might mean,
Like something seen half-clearly on a screen:
Each savored reference, each laughing bark,
Sage comment, bad pun, indiscreet remark.
Gone since you have, grief too in time will go,
Or share space with old joy; it must be so.
Rest then in peace, but spare us some elation.
Death cannot put down every conversation.
Over and out, as you once used to say?
Not on your life. You're on this line to stay`Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away'.

How I met my friend ...

Before I write something , I wish you all a very happy Diwali belated. Hope you had a safe and awesome celebration :-)Do share me if you had anything interesting apart from hogging and burning!!!


OK moving on.. Being a festival week, the mood is still carried to the weekend too.. And fortunately I got a chance to meet my buddies too who are in the town for festival:-)


He is the story of my good friend, how we met 15 years ago :-)


Sniff* scratch* whimper* and a “oh! So innocent gaze” are few killer moves that it made to change his mood in a snap! And I was playing my favorite sport basketball there in same ground. I know I am attractive at all my ages for people but never thought I would be so attractive for a dog also that it chased me in my every shoot. Finally it did pounce to give me a kiss. U c every great love story begins somewhere.. But mine was a packet of complication.


He then saw his petite in trouble … he at his loudest slid across the floor landed on my shoe and stared ….U fatso…it my bro dare u hurt him… I really wanted to stamp his face than the dog’s first..Damn.. I was perfectly ok in my curves.. The blind moron called me FAT?? After the huge thump, he couldn’t make himself to stand once on the floor! Gosh I fell in love for my strength … I knew… just knew he was my scrape goat for the day … but his loyal dog was frantically chasing me to death .Option less , I had to throw the hard granite stone pieces at the mad mongrel. But who would expect that even stone aims him.


I sensed something is gonna bounce back in the situation, just ran back home as fast as possible...


Five minutes later, he was at my door gaining sympathy from my mommy and nursing from my beautiful sister. Then he was shifted to my bed to relax. GRRRHHH… Sooner I realized him to be my sister’s class mate and eventually being my sister’s crush or rather put it other way round. I dared not to face him, at least not to be brutally harassed by my sister. Ever since that day, I avoided walking in his purlieu, be it school or home.


But truth never hides and trust me it leaves it utter embarrassment. Of course later the sigh of relief would also be there....


When I won the juniors inter school basketball tournament, whole school was around me congratulating the success, which is when I had to encounter him again. Hey! Congrats! Vikas here , Head boy . We are proud of u. There I sensed the sarcasm and the taunt.. I just din show it up but smiled timidly to thank him. From nowhere my sister appears to introduce. I tell u sisters are like red alerts to death.. Ufff… that was the nail biting moment. C’mon I was almost pissing in my pants that the bloody Dennis, the Menace (that is how he and his bloody bitch are better) would speak up. Ironically, after a thump he might have got lil brains in right place. He must have realized the fact that to impress a beauty the way is from the beast .he neither spoke anything, in fact gifted me a box of chocolates.


Years from then, we have been the partners in crime and of course the best buddies over a coffee.


Yesterday, we celebrated our 15 years of amity with a deal. And only he could tell you about it. Thanks for the best time and also falling for the “elope marriage rumor about yourself “and also the BELGIUM chocolates....


I hope you all too had a great weekend too as mine with a super funny “Ra-ONE movie “. Separate post on that till then c ya…J