To all those who made me.

When all that matters is that smile of your friend and you look at him and tell, "Light bey! Enduku kathal padi tension teeskuntunav. Mem unnam gaa." . I grin my ass off, from my heart. In the past 4 years, we actually would have spent more time with friends than we had with people back at home.At 20-21 years of age, we believe we are on top of the world and we are ready to take on the world, come what may. And this feeling in us is actually a result of the provocation of the people around you. Dosth Logaa !. And I believe these guys are brothers, linked by hearts and not blood.

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.

"He." revisits SunBoY .

A splitsecond wink of an eye made a tear trickle down the cheek. A couple of seconds later, the dried up tear on the face made him think of nostalgic memories linked with his past, which he never wanted to face again.Memories, with which he would have to cuddle up for the rest of his life, with a dreadful feeling that those memories can never be recreated and brought back to reality. A whisking of the strand of hair on the summit of the head of the pretty lass in front of him made his nostalgia dig deeper into his past. The hearty laugh on his face shrunk into a tiny smile, and gradually made his lips shrivel up and turn him morose.The laughter in his past conjured before his eyes, visions of sorrow that were probably going to smoke up his future made his eyes hazy. Lifted his head up , the sun above him and he, locked eyes with each other and the rays between them brought him visions of his past, straining him to keep his eyes open. Unable to take it anymore, he shrunk his head into his palms, wiping the tears off his eyes and prayed in the deepest veins of his heart to wipe off the memories from his pensieve and fade away his visions into oblivion. The sun above him made a dark , long and black image of him on the grass next to him, looking at it he shrugged his shoulders,he walked back, looking forward to to brighter days he longed for. The shadows of his past never seemed to leave him.

To visit "HE.", follow: "http://sunboyspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/he.html"

Addicts

You know you are addicted to the internet and your computer when,

You are ready to sacrifice 3days of food for an hour of using the internet.

Your fingers involuntarily dial the number of your ISP, just a second after the rear computer in the network icon of your computer has stopped blinking.

You open the lid of your laptop instantaneously after opening your eyelids after a sleep.

You update your status on facebook even if your ass itches, as if facebook would send a guy home to scratch your ass.

You jump up and down, hands raised in air, cheering Go! Go!, just by refreshing the scores on cricinfo, as opposed to watching it on television.

You use smileys in real life, and write :) or a :P for a silly thing you have written, or dangle your tongue out and wriggle it after having said something stupid, and your tongue showing that you are silly :P

You refresh your mailbox a zillion times in 5minutes, hoping a new refresh would generate a mail to read and reply to.

You are extremely delighted when your mailbox shows Inbox(1), even if it is just a new advertising mail.

You have half an hour exam left for your exam and consider  tweeting it more important than preparing for the exam.

You frantically search for a long lost friend on orkut/facebook, find him, add him and later forget that he was even born , leave alone speaking to him.

You take photographs of yourself and your friends, with the sole motive of increasing the count of your online album, and waiting for people to comment on them after uploading.

Your fingers involuntarily creep to Ctrl-T and type google.com when you are asked a doubt by your friend.

You suddenly wakeup in the middle of the night and check if anyone's online, to chat.

You look at the bottom-right of your computer screen , when you want to know the time.

You feel internet is a resource that shouldn't be wasted and download anything under the sun.

You have stopped buying music cds and download torrents for your music.

Your download status has reached 98% and you keep staring at it, and cheer it from the heart to make it 100% soon.

You feel signing off from Gtalk or yahoo is a deadly, unforgivable sin and stay connected 24*7.

You tell the newspaper boy to no more deliver newspaper at your home, and you logon to e-papers to read news.

You have already read a thousand lists like these before this and  feel all these are not applicable to you and brush them aside.

What If?

What if it didn't rain when Benjamin Franklin was flying his kite? We would have been deprived of electricity today.

What if Graham Bell was too lazy to work on his invention? All the night talkers and phone addicts would have strained and written letters on paper long enough to wrap the entire earth, for their loved ones.

What if Ray Tomilnson hadn't created the email? India Post wouldn't have had to scare away flies in their haunted offices, deprived of letters to deliver.

What if Amazon wasn't ever created, or adobe didn't ever create the pdf? We would have been smelling and opening rotten pages that turned yellow with age , and your grandpa would be reading you out stories from his grandpa's books, and you yawning wide enough to let in a thousand flies flutter in.

What if the W'right' brothers were always wrong? We would have still been  using oars, and would have developed fully grown 12-inch biceps from propelling the oar  in ships all way from India to America.

What if the refrigerator wasn't ever created? All the bellies grown from guzzling down chilled beers by the liter would have been absent and we have been a thinner, leaner planet.

What if the early man who struck fire first wasn't smart enough to strike stones to light fire? We would have had lesser people suffering from lung cancers, sans the smoking. Smoke doesn't come without fire.

What if Bill Gates didn't drop out of college or Mr. Babbage's father  didn't spare him a room to develop his computer? We would have still been punching cards or we would been a less greener planet with all the trees feeding our paper.

What if Steve Jobs wasn't fired by his employer? We wouldn't have had the blissful wonder called the iPod and we would still have carried bulky tape-players on our shoulders whenever we went out, and cassette making companies would still be raking in millions.

What if  the 'Spectrum' guys didn't get the idea of making an 'All In One' for examinations, that make graduates when passed? We would have better products called engineers coming out from college and a minds bright enough to light a 100 worlds.

What if the 70mm movie projector wasn't invented? We would still be running behind a touring van that shows movies on a white piece of cloth,swaying to the winds and people gaping in wonder, at their heroes as the film moves.

What if Adam was dumb, and didn't know what to do when beautiful Eve was next to him? We wouldn't have ever been born !!!!!  ;)

And the list goes on. . .