Millions of books have been written, millions of TV shows ( one named by the very word) been made, a day in the year dedicated to, thousands of sms's circulated daily and a lot more about one very very simple thing - friendship. The very joy of trusting and being trusted in a relationship bound by all yet no expectations can be in no way measured. I, for one, have always been extremely lucky to have made good friends wherever I have been.
I am in Pune for a week at a time at the most, and my friends being tied down by jobs it is hard to catch up. So we do plan a lot to get in a night of dinner, drinks, hookah, music bla bla. So as one can imagine, it took a lot of planning to set up a plan for last night. But in the end, all we did after dinner yesterday was just sit in Kunal's grandparents' living room shamelessly sipping on whiskey and talking about absolutely nothing of significance. We laughed, we engaged in screwing one another over embarrassing incidents of 5th grade which still affect us mind you, and we fought over the playlist Vedang had made. There was conversation about sex ( very enlightening and even more entertaining ), a random call to a girl, love gyaan and intellectual debates centering around ethics and politics. God knows why.
There was a hookah, double apple flavour and a messy Vedang who acted as if he knew how the whole contraption works. All he ended up doing was smell like an apple and burn his fingers. There was an uber confident Kunal who laughed at Vedang and showed him how it works. And then laughed at him some more while Vedang compiled a playlist which PJ described as 'gandaaa' later on. And yes, there was a cheesed off PJ who demanded the cigarettes stop. Who the hell cares what he demands. We blew them in his face. Literally.
And then there was me. Sitting in a corner. Eyes glancing from V to K to P. In that chaos I found comfort. In these three people, I found the meaning of friendship. I knew they were always there. The feeling of belonging was overwhelming. I smiled as I felt so light inside.
Or maybe it was just the whiskey...
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awesome one! :)
ReplyDeleteI resent this very much. I _DID_ know what I was doing! At least, the second time round... :D
ReplyDeleteMy lungs are still hurting from all that passive smoking. X(
ReplyDeleteI also enjoyed that we 3 were "singing" the guitar solos while Vedang was b**ying (sorry Vedang).
And when all 3 of you were asleep, I was on my way to the office. Most unproductive day in my office till now. :P
On another note, Shantanu, do you always wish to end your post with "or maybe {anti-thesis} ..." ????
i like ur style of writing...
ReplyDeletec'est la vie, mon ami !!! c'est la vie :D :D
ReplyDeleteWhiskey nd frnds .... unbeatable cant hav those moments tho .... salil nd yash dnt drink :-|