Shafts of Sunlight....
A year n a half of my college life has passed. Towards the beginning, it was a happy phase. I had my own close friends. We sat together. Ate together. Moved together. We fought, but we made up. Till one day, after a tough stressful time, I sat down with the three of them. The class was filled with chatter n laughter. Fresh air made its way through the window by which we sat. It was the top floor. Room 46. I heaved a sigh of relief watching two of my friends quarreling playfully - "Friends,' I thought, ' how could I live without u idiots? You make me feel stable in the worst of situations!" I was smiling weakly to myself. I had not the slightest inkling then , that the very day, as evening would approach, life would show me something new...
My uncle passed away. His memories clawed at my eyes. Pushing aside my tears, I worked on my group assignment from college, as far as I could. Perhaps, I shouldn't have asked for help thereafter. Betrayal stings sharp. Not agreeing to help is one thing. Denying my uncle's death and spilling slang is another. That was the last time I spoke to one of them. Though I knew the other two were being mostly brainwashed by her, I didn't poke my nose any further.
I learnt to live on my own. Found new companions - atleast to pass the hours. I noticed, my progress was being tracked and gossiped about. I learnt not to care. Love is Blind. Not Friendship. Perhaps, friends need to be chosen with a little more care. I have learnt this the hard way.
The best friends I have are the ones I've grown up with. They are my pals from GDB - my first school. I remember I was a hell of a tomboy!! My hair used to be cropped short. I was tall, thin and athletic. Sometimes I'd be Harry Potter (with a false sketchpen scar on my forehead) and sometimes, Oliver Wood, the team Captain. And the other girls would pretend to swoon around me! That was Class V. Back then, Harry Potter was a friend we were all growing up with. I remember celebrating Daniel Radcliffe's birthday in the school hall. Bought a cake and pomped around his poster, screaming Happy Birthday!!
I remember the crushes we shared. The moment the bell for recess rang, we'd rush down the stairs and take our positions by the field. The boys would be going home and none of us crushed on a guy without someone else crushing on him as well! Hilarious it may seem, but i miss that lack of competition and rivalry...
The class computers were filled with BSB and Enrique tracks. I remember blushing on seeing Nick Carter in 'Incomplete'...the number of times we laughed at the ghosts in 'Backstreet Back' ...the crowd around the computer whenever 'Addicted' would be played! A few months back I spotted one of our teachers at the Park Street Metro, on my way back home from college. Ms Pathak. And I couldn't help but squirm under her gaze the same way as I had 6 years back, when she had threatened to dump us in the Principal's room cz we were watching BSB on the class PC. Now, SHE had a personal grudge against BSB i think! ;D oohh! Scary!
I still may have some of the letters we exchanged among ourselves. I had cried while reading my farewell notes. It is true that we have lost touch. But the flood of memories that is making it impossible for me to end this blog, remained in our heads. I bet they are the best we will get in our whole lives!
When it comes to friends, they are all i have. Even now when we meet, things are just the same. We have passed our childhoods, puberty and teenagers together.We have been bred natural sisters!
No matter how bad things get at college, no matter how voluminous is the bundle of rumours being circulated by the same people I had once trusted and called "friends", I know I am not alone. I have true friends who have stood the tests of both time and bad weather! I have a loving family. I have a lover, our love forming a rainbow over half the country and still being the best fairy tale ever!
Need I worry about a small bunch of girls who have sugar, spice but lack the "nice" ingredient? Well, they aren't even complete!! They... LACK...! Let's leave them to their silly joys! :)
My uncle passed away. His memories clawed at my eyes. Pushing aside my tears, I worked on my group assignment from college, as far as I could. Perhaps, I shouldn't have asked for help thereafter. Betrayal stings sharp. Not agreeing to help is one thing. Denying my uncle's death and spilling slang is another. That was the last time I spoke to one of them. Though I knew the other two were being mostly brainwashed by her, I didn't poke my nose any further.
I learnt to live on my own. Found new companions - atleast to pass the hours. I noticed, my progress was being tracked and gossiped about. I learnt not to care. Love is Blind. Not Friendship. Perhaps, friends need to be chosen with a little more care. I have learnt this the hard way.
The best friends I have are the ones I've grown up with. They are my pals from GDB - my first school. I remember I was a hell of a tomboy!! My hair used to be cropped short. I was tall, thin and athletic. Sometimes I'd be Harry Potter (with a false sketchpen scar on my forehead) and sometimes, Oliver Wood, the team Captain. And the other girls would pretend to swoon around me! That was Class V. Back then, Harry Potter was a friend we were all growing up with. I remember celebrating Daniel Radcliffe's birthday in the school hall. Bought a cake and pomped around his poster, screaming Happy Birthday!!
I remember the crushes we shared. The moment the bell for recess rang, we'd rush down the stairs and take our positions by the field. The boys would be going home and none of us crushed on a guy without someone else crushing on him as well! Hilarious it may seem, but i miss that lack of competition and rivalry...
The class computers were filled with BSB and Enrique tracks. I remember blushing on seeing Nick Carter in 'Incomplete'...the number of times we laughed at the ghosts in 'Backstreet Back' ...the crowd around the computer whenever 'Addicted' would be played! A few months back I spotted one of our teachers at the Park Street Metro, on my way back home from college. Ms Pathak. And I couldn't help but squirm under her gaze the same way as I had 6 years back, when she had threatened to dump us in the Principal's room cz we were watching BSB on the class PC. Now, SHE had a personal grudge against BSB i think! ;D oohh! Scary!
I still may have some of the letters we exchanged among ourselves. I had cried while reading my farewell notes. It is true that we have lost touch. But the flood of memories that is making it impossible for me to end this blog, remained in our heads. I bet they are the best we will get in our whole lives!
When it comes to friends, they are all i have. Even now when we meet, things are just the same. We have passed our childhoods, puberty and teenagers together.We have been bred natural sisters!
No matter how bad things get at college, no matter how voluminous is the bundle of rumours being circulated by the same people I had once trusted and called "friends", I know I am not alone. I have true friends who have stood the tests of both time and bad weather! I have a loving family. I have a lover, our love forming a rainbow over half the country and still being the best fairy tale ever!
Need I worry about a small bunch of girls who have sugar, spice but lack the "nice" ingredient? Well, they aren't even complete!! They... LACK...! Let's leave them to their silly joys! :)
speechless..and this wild wild pic..is the best! :*
ReplyDelete^_^ u had been the photographer, darlin! :)
ReplyDeletei am in the pic..i cudnt have taken it! anusua took it i guess:)
ReplyDeleteO yaahhh...i thought tui na...ota anisha...ki bikrito pic...! :0 :P
ReplyDelete....and we will always be there for u piggy! :*
ReplyDeleteSame here! ^_^
Delete:O How come I didn't see it earlier?? Shame on me!! All I can say is, I feel the same way, word for word! Only, you articulate it better! I loved it... and yes, I was smiling right from the first mention!! :D
ReplyDelete:P Hehe! I thought you had seen it before! I wrote this in my first year of college. :P Long time. But I still feel the same way about each and every sentence uttered in this write-up. :)
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