Lightning
pierced the blue sky and painted a vivid illusion of daylight for the
Bhubaneswar city this evening. I was sitting at my usual spot, all geared up
for a rain specific romantic musical soiree. Ok honestly the lights were out
and I only knew one thing to do, listen to songs. Yeah it’s pretty much the
same for every girl out there. We just love daydreaming, and add to that a
little music and I must say our world is very beautiful out there in our
minds…But I am getting off topic. The reason I am writing is because I stumbled
upon the son “Bahara” from the movie I Hate Luv Story. And magically it took me
back to my carefree days in second year of college. This was the song I kept
playing on loop en route to Deras for the first time with my friends. The ride
was exactly in such weather sans rain and I was playing it out from a cell
phone, sitting behind on a bike. Yes I got some crazy stares from the few
people who passed our group but my friends were excited, I was excited and I
didn’t give a damn. I was even singing it out loud in sheer happiness. It was
such a beautiful time that I experienced with my friends and I realized that I
was currently close with just one of them. What exactly had happened? Maybe we
changed, maybe the situations. But I am sure that if I still hold such moments
close, then at least some of my friends must be doing the same….So here is how
I remember my friends …
Bibhu: One
friend who giggled with me on the first awkward day of college, making it that
much easier to blend into a room full of strangers… The friend who was my first
bunking partner, my secret sharer in the last bench of business communication
lab, a person who was mad and always made me laugh…
Deb: One
friend who was seriously showing off since day1 of college and annoyingly so,
who made me believe that hell yes I could be close with a total mad guy, the
person who kept proposing to gals and till now keeps proposing me, who
nicknamed me Angel and still gave me the book “Angel”…lol…who kept giving me
songs, who pestered me to watch HIMYM (thanks fr dat!!)… But most of all he
always knew when I was upset and mostly cheered me up..
Prasna: One
friend who was obsessed with bikes and would have traded a hot bf for one of
those. The friend who brought the crazy fun part out in me and kept punching
boys on their noses…The person who although appeared not to give a damn about
what people said about her was a total softie in her heart and always confided
to me when people hurt her….
Siddhant: One
friend who asked about me right in front of me right before an exam…One friend
who was always slow to catch up on dirty jokes but was adorable for that…The
friend who used to text me about how much he valued friendship, even over
love…The one who was always up for a trip in his car and who religiously
charged my illegal cell phone…
Sudha: One
friend who was taken aback by my first question to her and thought me a total
tramp…The friend who taught me how to be serious, how to be independent, how
not to be emotional over small things and the person who sneaked me into hostel
many times despite the trouble it myt cause her…the person who has never left
my side since then…
Kandi: One
friend who came in a group of friends but left his own memories… The one who
loved teasing me, one who used to put in my place when I showed off, the one who
used to tease me about how I spoke Hindi and always told me that I ignored
him….
Anubhav: One
friend who we always prophesied would make it big in real life…The friend who
lost his heart over hopeless love, the one who always smiled no matter what you
said about him, the person who has the most soulful collection of music…who
made me fill out his slambuk and I was the first girl in that…
Arup: One
friend who was always on my side when I teased a particular member of the group
and was always my conspirator in teasing the hell out of him..Who debated about
ITER ramp shows and matched my thoughts on who scorched it…
Pritam: One
friend with whom I have been since school days and frankly I think he’s gonna
follow me to my job too unless someone makes him a dancing IAS officer…lol…the
first brother I made…my laugh buddy, my secret buddy…who faced the wrath of my
uncle but didn’t ditch me but laughed about it the next day…
Sibangi: One
friend who is my special bus mate, my crazy friend whom we loved teasing no
matter when…my saving grace in a dull bus ride when I lost my earphones…my
sweet partner in bus gupshup, my smile generator…the person who always had
crushes on most unlikely people…(Edward and sir)…
Dasia: One
friend who is MAD, the most stupidest pj maker , the laugh riot in bus or
patties shop where we hung out…I do not remember any day whre he was there and
I haven’t laughed…the guy who was a nervous wreck and kept telling me I am
crazy for not wanting a job in our first campus…
Sikta: One
friend who gave me a smile whenever I met her, who was always there to cheer
for me, to be happy for me, and who no matter how long we hadn’t met would fit
in right into my world and start where we left off…who shared the grief with me
when our friend lost his dad…
Monica: One friend
who became my friend rather late but has been a rock solid foundation, her
notes made me pass, her reminders kept me on my toes, and her unquestioning
listening abilities made me pour out my heart to her…she taught me not to
xpect, she taught me that I am good as it is…and I still don’t understand her…
I loved
the people for these memories they shared with me. I loved them for being in
their own ways a part of my college memories which I hold dear to me. I maybe getting
sentimental and maybe poking into the ashes here. But the fire was beautiful
when it burnt; it gave me warmth and made my days brighter….THANX
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