Today, I feel like typing my heart out, and in this process, my gray cells seem to be overworking themselves.I guess there is a database retrieval system called Nostalgia, which connects your senses with your memories, and all these connections seem to be distinctively connected. I don't know how, but must be a wonder of the guy sitting above us and laughing his heart out whenever we cry. Your first puff, your first love,first bike ride, first hangover, first heartful tear, first mobile.All these have a common element in them, called friends.Priceless they are.Sometimes, I'd say always, its those little moments in life which matter the most. Which give you the most happiness. On the contrary, sad thing always come in terms of kilos, and they are heavy. Heavy things like Breakups, Failures, Embarrassments are always about feelings than incidents.I owe a lot to all my friends for I'm not the person when I was born.Now,that sounds idiotic, and would want to say about four to 5 years ago. The kind of things I've learnt from them have left such an impact on me that I'm sure I'm a better person than I was. I am. And I'm proud of it.
For ages, all our swamijis always said, perfection of the self is the way to heaven. And this perfection is probably a continuously changing process, caused by elements called friends. Though ultimately what matters is what you are, and what you will be, personally and professionally, the You is actually a result of all the contributions from all your friends. Without all these wonderful people, the You you actually wanted to become would never have been possible unless you are a stupid jerk with an ass of a stone and you've got a brain that can think of itself and cutoff all connections in the social world. The people you worship, be it Gates or Larry Page or our very own Vishal-Shekar, wouldn't have been the same if they had their heads isolated and their bums packed off in ice, without sensibilities about what's going on around them and what could possibly influence them.
If someone had told me that friends were an important part of life about 6 months ago, I'd have brushed it off, or let it out through my other ear. Now, I say its an understatement. Friends are what life is all about. They taught me a lot. That sometimes, rather, most of the time, its never about us. Its about those folks whose faces we see everyday, with whom we grumble over trivial issues, whose food we snatch and whose mistakes we are ready to take blame for.And all these, just for the thrill of it. We involuntarily surrender ourselves to all such things. With such people in our lives, it be making asses of ourselves if ever gave a rethinking to whatever bummy thing we do for and with your friends.
We might poise ourselves as the most self-dependent, independent person without letting any sort of influences take over us, but in the deepest veins of our hearts, we know this is really not possible and friends are all those who matter in this age. This isn't about me or about them. But all those moments that we spent together. Trying out shit together, getting our asses whacked in the process, laughing over crises, cracking really dumb jokes and weeping in each others' arms.The last one must have happened to every guy atleast once, atleast when you were high and you speak you heart out. When you folks told me what kind of an impact friends had over us, I never really believed it. But recently, I started learning something. That everything affects you. And friends the most.Its really simple. Just give yourself away to the people you trust. You trust them once, you trust them with your life. And trust me, true friends never let you down.
I do not intend to thank any ass in this blog of mine, no shit called thank you ever arises when true friends are around you.. But I thank all those good moments and memories I've had which I'll cherish when I'm 70.
And this raises a toast to all those cinema theatres, wet empty roads, irani cafes, late night discussions, last benches, chinese fastfood centres , paani puri bandis, 1/6 cigarettes, 1/4 beers,silly lies at homes, penniless pockets,late night xerox shops, one day batting for exams, hooting at hot girls, birthday bums, triple to quadruple bike rides, 5rs ka ticket movie shows and 'tears'. I thank all my friends.
