To friends ...

I read this blog.. a while back and it was about an old friend. If it were a happy one then its one thing, but this one was about friends who get disconnected from our lives over the years.I always felt that probably I was the only one who had this 'ill-luck' of having friends drift away.

Back then it made sense. Ending it all and just walking away. Now i feel like i have lost out on a lot. Now, even though we are friends on facebook and the likes I cannot talk to them the way we would have long back. The pain is too much to swallow. That longing and those memories that gush by. Maybe i was wrong, maybe the times were wrong, but i miss those few friends who were the world to me.

Cos when we are friends with someone we share things, laugh out loud and finally have so many shared memories. Now, thinking about those common things hurts. I want to erase those common things... Those moments which give me a small poke inside somewhere every time i recollect them.

People whom you grow up with , those whom you start ventures with, those with whom you share secrets and stories, those who were soul sisters, those who were your grand parents' other grand children. Those people who never left your side. Those who knew what you felt even when you never spoke... Those people....

I wanna tell these drifted friends that i miss them and times were good with them around....that they were so close to me that when they drifted apart they ripped along a part of me... a part that refuses to heal, even after years of staying out of touch. A part that i shall for now and for always yearn for them... no matter what. hmmmm...

Aaah... It hurts that i still have to say 'these' and 'those' not be able to tell the names out.

To you...

Thanks for being a great friend .. I love you.

Strange Connections 2

I always take the last bus back home after gym. It just lets me sweat out more and continue doing that till i reach home... ha ha ha... nasty joke but its true. The bus stops is usually pretty empty at that time and there is the regular banana vendor there. I think he is there everyday because I hog on them after gym. That evening he wasn't there yet. Must have been one of those off days when he found a better location or just didn't find his stock. Hunger was getting to me and it was 15 minutes for the bus. So I sat there reading all the posters and doing a 'che kandraavi moonji' at many of the heroes there.

I think i was ogling at the Rajnikanth poster when i heard a voice somewhere behind my head.I was startled when i saw a heavily bearded man smiling at me through his rimless specs. 'I need a small help please' he said in a strong north-indian accent.Yup, thats how i divide them. Anyone from the upper half of india is a north-indian. Whether its hindi, parsi or bengali. So he stood there waiting for me to regain my balance and still continued smiling in a scary manner.'What is it?' I asked. He showed me a small paper which looked like Indiana Jones' map from the film. It was a complicated map of t.nagar drawn out on some tissue. He pointed out to a bookstore and said he wanted to get tehre. I told him that he'd ahve to take the same bus as me to get there. Feeling satisfied he sat down beside me and plonked his bag between us.

He was looking at the place around as though he was on a star treck film set tour. I found this boring. So many guys like this come to chennai and gape mouth wide opened that its just lost its charm. I went back to admiring Rajnikanth when he pulled out something from his bag and asked if i wanted to share it with him. It was a banana! It felt god sent but not wanting to be selfish i refused. He insisted, broke it into 2 and gave me the bigger portion.

As i gobbled the half banana i looked at hime and felt a sudden bond growing with him. I stuck out a sweaty palm and said ' Hi, I am Ganesh. Welcome to chennai' ...

Strange Connections

Its strange, the way people connect. I mean,think about it. That girl you met last year... you met her through Facebook didn't you? And that guy...with whom you ran the marathon this year? Met him at your bus stop right? That's how we meet people these days. I wonder how this was earlier. In olden times.. How did my dad meet Mr.Sabari? How did mom meet Shanta Maami? No clue!!

But the way i met Sheeba would beat all of these. It was about 6 in the evening that Saturday. Parag and I had picked up tickets to watch 'Alice in Wonderland'. Yup, very Gay! But then we were jobless and there wasn't anything else to watch. Anyway... So we decided to park of at kaapi and grab a bite before the movie. Parag's friend Aditi had also joined us. We were there chatting up and eating when suddenly my phone rang. It wasn't someone worth mentioning but Aditi's eyes shone with excitement!

'What?' I asked her. She said 'Your ring tone... Acha hai! I want!' . 'Oh that! Its a drum piece i composed and performed way back in college'. 'Its superb. I want it. Send it now!' Aditi almost screamed! I laughed and switched on my blue tooth. 'Tera Naam kya hai?' I asked her. 'Doll.I know its pansy but i like it' she jumped before i could even react. 'Doll? Right' i said. Saying that she switched on her blue tooth and went to the restroom. My phone was searching for 'doll' when the bill had come. Parag and I were doing a double check when i hit 'share' on my phone. 5 min later the piece sent we were ready to go when i got a request. It was from Dolly. I was wondering what Aditi was sending back so i hit 'ok' and a minute later i see this pic of a pretty girl which surely wasn't an actress or Aditi. While i stood there gaping at the picture I realized that it wasn't Doll but Dolly to whom i had sent the piece. I looked at the coffee shop and saw her sitting in a corner searching..

I walked up to her and said 'hey dolly?' and she suddenly gave a big smile...

to be continued....