Friends are the ones who keep you away from your awesome destiny. They mess with your laptop and post “I’m gay” status messages on your facebook profile. They fondle with your smartphones and leave cracks and gooey stuff on your screen. Sometimes, they send you pictures of Chicken Momos or Chocolate brownies when you are starving. At other times, they proudly become pain-in-the-youknowwhere by revealing your forbidden sins and forsaken truths to your parents. My point is, friends more often than not, are just bitches who enjoy laying roadblocks and speed-breakers on your highway to an easy life.
Having said that, I’ve always had pretty decent friends myself. The kind that repeats the same lie as you do, by some inexplicable telepathy. The kind you can confidently leave your adult joke or soft porn collection with, without the fear of its getting circulated around the campus. The kind you can rely on to watch that crappy movie with on the eve of the university exams. Even the kind that knows what your cough denotes and what your smirk intones.
Again my point is, these are friends who you can count on, to walk with you to hell and back. Like on a daily basis. These are those people you can count on to pull you out of a shit pile, make you watch Boeing-Boeing (a ridiculously funny Malayalam movie from the ‘80s) and then throw you back, just to make sure you get a good laugh before getting your ass kicked. If you have a bunch of these people around you, who you can rely on for all the wrong reasons, you may consider yourself to be one lucky bugger.
I’ve been plenty lucky, in that regard. I’ve had a friend sneaking Chocolate Cake to me while I was pregnant and under sugar-arrest by my over anxious parents. I’ve had friends risking their life and more to smuggle fried chicken and vodka bottles to the girls hostel to celebrate my birthday. And I’ve had a friend to yap about my inane marital fights, offering me his services in case I’m looking for an extra marital affair to relieve my agitated mind. (It’s the helping mentality that I’m pointing out!)
Anyhow, life was certainly more dramatic and free falling with friends like these around. So let me take this opportunity to thank all you reliable rascals. You have been a cut above the rest and you still make my heart bleed for yesteryears.
Since friends come in 50 shades of weirdness, I wasn’t surprised to meet my younger brother’s friends lot- a group of youngsters who for some reason, thought it their duty to give a very pregnant lady a grand baby shower and a very new mother a kickass birthday bash. It somehow did not hamper their spirits that they hardly knew me. Seeing how they coo and cuddle my baby now at every possible chance, I think the secret agenda behind all the love, is flicking my kid. Anyhow again, for all the gifts, free baby-sitting, photography and for simply making my little girl smile, here’s a hearty thank you from a very happy momma!
Hey, here’s a realization. What started out as a blog on friends in general, has turned out to be a stupid thank you note in specific! If you feel I don’t have a sense of direction in my writing, feel free to talk to my hormones.