Wednesday, January 28, 2004

My bestest friend

Best friend - a term that has been long in use and will continue to be so for decades, perhaps even centuries to come, that is if this stupid race of humans manage to last that long.

Who or what is a best friend? Ask a kid that and he will tell you that it is the person you share all your secrets with. Ask an elder that and chances are that he will tell you the same thing. Of course, they recognize the other aspects of the relationship but at the end of the day it boils down to that one simple fact: the freedom to be yourself with that person, the comfort level that allows you to share everything from that stupid flirtation you had with the guy next door to the fact that you have flunked your exams and they know it before anyone else in the world does (not even parents....man! they are always the last ones to know everything)

My earliest memory of a best friend dates back to class 3. She was a sweet kid from whatever little I can remember now. Of course it goes without saying that I was a sweet kid too!! Ok so I bullied people perhaps a wee bit too much and should have paid more attention in the maths class instead of sucking on the end of my pencil like a moron, but chalta hai....I mean a woman is allowed some liberties in life, right!

When it was time for us to move (fauji kids! we stay in a place just long enough to unpack and then it is time to pack things and move again. Weird! but that's life), I wondered if I should cry for leaving Neha. I still remember screwing up my eyes and trying reaaallllllly hard to squeeze a tear out. My little bro offered to box me, said it would make the task easier. I declined and finally did not cry.

We promised to keep in touch and did so for a few years. I kept hearing about Neha from "uncles and aunties" who had been posted with Neha's dad. Many years later, I came to know that her mother passed away. I wished I could have been by her side to console her.

Then suddenly out of the blue, NB now Mrs. NS contacted me through
www.batchmates.com. It was a huge surprise when she told she would be in Bangalore next month and looked forward to seeing me. I am so looking forward to meeting her too! After 18 long years!

Thursday, January 22, 2004

Separated at birth

I don't know what it is about me but most people I meet for the first time tell me that have seen / met me earlier. Like today, I accompanied Sharo for her photo shoot, a male model there tells me, “Haven’t we met before?” No, it was not a pick-up line, he genuinely meant it. In reply, I say, “Wish I had met you before” :) *Eddie Murphish smile*

The other day at a restaurant, a guy (with a killer smile) exclaims (in hindi), “Aap yahan kaise? I thought you were in Cal”. Sorry! I haven't been to Calcutta in the last 16 years. He mistook me to be his friend's sis.

And then one morning at the gym, this lady comes up to me and asks, “Are you Deepali?" I say, "Not that I am aware of... I definitely remember my folks christening me S." The lady gave me some very suspicious looks like I was pretending not to be Deepali.

And yes how could I forget, a very very dear friend, has met not one but two women who look like me. Incidentally, one of the them even shares my name. According to my friend, she is "exactly" like me. Same ideas, same style of talking, same jumpy self etc.

Well, I couldn’t help wondering then, was I separated at birth? And how many times? I mean how many births?

Monday, January 12, 2004

Get-A-Fix

My mobile beeped in the middle of the night. Cussing the sender, I reluctantly climbed out of bed to pick up my mobile. It turns out be a sms from GetAfix, "Sona!!! Want 2 share wit u... 1 of my dreams is gng 2 cme tru nw.. m gng 2 own a Multiplex in Calcutta. thxs 4 praying 4 me." Whoo!!! I was ecstatic. This couldn't have happened to a better person.

Prashant is one of my fav people and reminds me to "GetAFix" - the (somewhat grumpy!) druid character in Asterix comics. When faced with problematic issues, GetAFix always takes them head-on (with his sickle!) instead of hiding behind half-assed excuses. Prashant is my T3 help line and I always run to him for any emotional support. He is like my dairy and I tell him everything (usually through sms. sometimes we sms talk for 5-6 hours till our fingers hurt).

Congrats GetAfix!! I know what this means to you. You have worked so hard for this. Wish you luck and dont get so busy that you don't have time to listen to my probs. (Yes I am the selfish sort! :o)

Thursday, January 01, 2004

Happy Birthday to my little bro

He ..
- has this uncanny ability of making me laugh even when I’m in the worst of the moods
- loves to irritate me
- best brings out my protective side
- has the naughtest eyes
- gets bossed over
- bosses over
- has an impish grin
- makes me do all his work
- at times, pisses me off
- is crazy about cars and bikes
- hates it when I call him by his pet name in front of his friends
- cooks better than I do
- practices his karate on me
- never puts on weight despite eating 3 times as much as me
- is a year older today..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANU!! Life wouldn’t have been the same without u bhai..