Manas Garg Speaks

All the ten years this soap ran for, the friends always remained together. From the first episode, till the last one. Lucky them.

I’m missing my friends very badly today. To be precise, I’m missing Satyam a lot today. We became friends on the first day of college, and remained best friends all four years. No day passed (except vacations of course) when we did not meet, or had some chit chat. We always studied together for exams and cycle tests (or did we :P). And we were always there when one of us had to crib about something to the other one :)

Our trips to the city were so amazing - we’re so similar in many respects - both of us love to have good food - however expensive (by college standards :) ). Our Saturday dinners were always at the gate - not at Bamboos but at Rajni anna’s. Gobi manchurian, veg manchurian and parottas :).

We did so many things together - spent some of the best and the toughest times together. Shared the Reliance unlimited STD phone :) So many small things.. which are now so far away. If there was anything nice about me except Spider and my pointers college it has to be Satyam - he’s like my big brother. The four years would have been so much tougher without him.

It is a pity that it is now exactly a year since we last met - in Trichy itself :(. Time passes quickly, and we get busy in our lives. But then..

आते जाते खूबसूरत आवारा सडको पे
कभी कभी इत्फाक से,
कितने अनजान लोग मिल जाते हैं,
उनमे से कुछ लोग भूल जाते हैं,
कुछ याद रह जाते हैं 

I hope we meet again - soon. I’m not so weak to let distance or time weaken a friendship. Satyam? Listening? 

I feel at home at only two places in the world - one is Ghaziabad, where I have spent my formative years of my life and one in the campus of NIT Trichy - my alma mater. I don’t feel at home in Hyderabad where I stay currently or in Ahmedabad, where my parents stay.

I was in the bus from my campus to the railway station - and I was very uneasy. And suddenly, before I could do anything about it, hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I don’t want to go back. I’m sitting in the waiting room at the railway station typing this, and how I wish I could stay just one more day.

Its my friends - Hari, Preeti, Suren, Lavanya, Isli, Maruti… - I love you guys so much! It is so much fun hanging out with you guys, and I look forward to this happen again. You guys mean the world to me!

Oh NIT Trichy - you’re a piece of my heart. A thousand salutes to you!

Note: Any  similarity with real life events is highly hypothetical 

One of my best hypothetical friends, whom I call chutkoo, has lately been doing everything to make life difficult for himself.  He forgot to submit his CV on time for his placement, and then when the D-Day was three days away, his marksheet was no where to be found. I have been telling him, hypothetically of course, to stay more in the real world, to prioritize, not to postpone things. But, even in this hypotherical world, his attempts to be better can only be termed hypothetical.

To add to my hypothetical frustration, every time something like this happens hypothetically, I get the same hypothetical assurance - I’ll take care from now on.

I can only wish - hypothetically. 

Of course it cannot be of either.. None of them exist!

But we do. And there is no mystery about us. We’re humans after all!

But don’t you think that friends can be more mysterious than strangers?