Da Frand...Dosth dosth na raha....

I recently saw pics of an old friend. A friend who went to college with me, a senior in my undergrad days. Things those days was very simple, take the morning college bus to college, get ragged and come back home cranky and then bitch about seniors over the phone with classmates for hours.

This girl in particular was considered to be scary because she actually ragged. But then she was also a city dweller like myself and we in fact lived in the same neighborhood. Ergo same bus. She was nice to me. She always let me sit next to her and also lent her shoulder a couple of times to me when I dozed off. And without a doubt we hit it off.

We had the same taste in food, clothes, men, fun, etc. Often times she would pick me up and we would hang out just the two of us, shopping, and watching movies. Lets call my friend, M...

Like everyone else, we promptly lost touch with each other right after we graduated from college. I moved to US and she to "I-don't-know-where." So I recently looked at her photo in one of my other senior's photo album and memories came back flooding to me.

One incident that I clearly remember is us going for a drive to Besant Nagar Beach at 8 in the night to meet her then boyfriend (now husband). The weather was ready for a down pour and I was not sure I wanted to go 25kms with her. But she desperately needed my company as the two of them were having some issues and meeting him might solve it. She pleaded me. I knew mom will say a NO...so I told her partial truth and went with friend on the pretext of doing some college work. We were struck by a thunderstrom and I really cannot imagine how we made it back home at 12 in the night with waters raising every minute on the roads and my mom waiting at the verandah concerned. The minute I saw amma, I could see that her expression changed from relief to anger, and this was pre-cell phone days...

Anyways, the other incident was when we were working on her thesis submission and our own design submission during my third year second semester. M and I sat in her house wondering how bored we were. So I reminded her that it would be fun if V was with us then. This was at 1.30am. She quickly jumped up and told me that we should just go and pick V up and that would be a swell idea.

We got out of the house and to our dismay we saw that her car was sandwiched between her house and her tenants car. It was the middle of the night but M being M decided to wake up her tenants at 1.30am. The door was opened by this cute guy, whom I knew as acquaintance****. He was stunned, shocked, angry, but quickly changed his demeanor to that of friendly when he saw me and obliged to move his car out of the way. We told him that the only way he can do it without waking her parents would be to push his car out. With the help of M's housekeeper we pushed his car out and then pushed ours out, all in an attempt not to wakeup M's sleeping family and then drove off 20 kms to pick V up.

When we got back home it was 3.30am. V still confused with the usual how, why, when, what and was wide awake. tired and done with all the exitement both M and I promptly crashed leaving V to ponder if we were crazy!!!

Whenever I was with M, I have always done something crazy, until one day she acted wierd with me when I was talking to her boyfriend. As if I was flirting with him or something. I was hurt and after that I lost touch with her and we moved apart...there ended a good friendship because of one silly act.

Now I see her in the photo, married to the same guy with a little son and I wonder why she behaved like that towards me, especially when I was a part of all her fun times and I did not do anything to make her think that I would snatch her BF away...

Anways...hopefully next time I am in Bengalooru I will get back in touch with her. Can't loose sleep over useless things from the past...I have the future to live and friends to make and keep :)


PS: **** indicated that this cute guy (CG1) was a friend of another cute guy 2 (CG2) from SVCE. I had gone there for intra college culturals and won prize for Dumbcharades and Rangoli. On our way back home we were sitting in the, the above mentioned cute guys behind me and CG2 could not stop talking to me. After a few months they came to our college for some Engineering Symposium and CG2 came hunting me down. Unfortunately I was MIA that day :(. There ended something that could have been...because we were so into each other then in just that one plus hours of flirting.
CG2...engirundhalum Vazhga... (live happily wherever you are).