What are friends for?
Well, life has a way of making things happier and brighter. If one person leaves, another walks in through the door to put the smile back on your face. It's a process, a way of life. And I learnt that the sooner I get used to it, the better for me.
Shrey constantly keeps saying, "No one is indispensable. And the biggest mistake someone can make is when they start thinking the world cannot function without them." And I realised how true it is. A person should not get a swelled head, it will inevitably deflate on its own, later, if not today. I have gone through terrible phases, especially in the last year. July 2010 to January 2011 were seven months of my life I want to literally erase from memory now. All those efforts, those hours of subservience, crying, begging (literally) for something that would never turn out to be, from someone who did not give a damn. Depression happened, then assault happened. Injuries happened, then a tragedy happened. During a month, I stopped talking to my best friends. Shrey would call up and wonder what was wrong. Bugs would worry where I had disappeared. But the one person who should have cared did not even bother to pick up the phone and put a call through. With such selfish people, it's always better to negotiate a way out.
Slowly, my friends helped to pull me through. Ajax, Piiitch, Twat, Sid, Shrey, Bugs... all came in at various intervals with succour and relief in some way or another. I am glad to have such friends in my life. Sid would crack stupid jokes over the phone, Shreya would bake whole cakes. I would yak to Ajay over the phone for hours, complaining about life and relationships in general. He was one person who really understood what I was going through because the girl he was in love with was a crazy psycho as well, just like the guy I cared for. Bugs and me talked over beers and bottles of tequila, drowning our sorrows through the nights and then loudly singing 'Sheila ki Jawani' while the song played on full volume in the background. (Mercifully, I received no complaints from neighbours the next day). Shrey and me talked Liverpool FC and life, glugged hundreds of beers, and my little brother provided me a shoulder to cry upon. We swigged and laughed and cheered and cried together. And the Twat would help me forget my miseries as we would discuss football and sport over chats everyday, bashing Arsenal and Liverpool, Woy and Wenger, discussing story ideas and proof-reading, among many other things. He was the one who helped me escape from the daily depression and monotony.
Friends are the best things that could happen to anyone in life. Meher had once told me something I have never forgotten. This was last year, when she come to India to visit Gaurav, and we were seated near the pavement beneath the HT House (she was smoking, I was whining about my relationship issues). I have always looked up to Meher as a strong, stolid, sensible sister, someone who has comforted me when things were wrong both personally and professionally, someone who knew almost everything I went through during my time at HT. She said, "Moon, boyfriends will come and go. But a friend will stay forever. Never alienate them for a guy."
After those words, I had immediately gone upstairs and penned (well, typed) a short email to one of my closest friends, who I had stopped talking to after the whole fiasco. The next day, I met him, hugged him and apologised. We made up and are now firm friends.
Well, all of us need our saviours. And I had mine in Shrey, Shreya, Bugs, Sid, Twat and Ajay (among many others). As someone said to me today in the morning, "What are friends for if not to help another one through a messy break-up?" Well, I'll raise my mug to that!
Shrey constantly keeps saying, "No one is indispensable. And the biggest mistake someone can make is when they start thinking the world cannot function without them." And I realised how true it is. A person should not get a swelled head, it will inevitably deflate on its own, later, if not today. I have gone through terrible phases, especially in the last year. July 2010 to January 2011 were seven months of my life I want to literally erase from memory now. All those efforts, those hours of subservience, crying, begging (literally) for something that would never turn out to be, from someone who did not give a damn. Depression happened, then assault happened. Injuries happened, then a tragedy happened. During a month, I stopped talking to my best friends. Shrey would call up and wonder what was wrong. Bugs would worry where I had disappeared. But the one person who should have cared did not even bother to pick up the phone and put a call through. With such selfish people, it's always better to negotiate a way out.
Slowly, my friends helped to pull me through. Ajax, Piiitch, Twat, Sid, Shrey, Bugs... all came in at various intervals with succour and relief in some way or another. I am glad to have such friends in my life. Sid would crack stupid jokes over the phone, Shreya would bake whole cakes. I would yak to Ajay over the phone for hours, complaining about life and relationships in general. He was one person who really understood what I was going through because the girl he was in love with was a crazy psycho as well, just like the guy I cared for. Bugs and me talked over beers and bottles of tequila, drowning our sorrows through the nights and then loudly singing 'Sheila ki Jawani' while the song played on full volume in the background. (Mercifully, I received no complaints from neighbours the next day). Shrey and me talked Liverpool FC and life, glugged hundreds of beers, and my little brother provided me a shoulder to cry upon. We swigged and laughed and cheered and cried together. And the Twat would help me forget my miseries as we would discuss football and sport over chats everyday, bashing Arsenal and Liverpool, Woy and Wenger, discussing story ideas and proof-reading, among many other things. He was the one who helped me escape from the daily depression and monotony.
Friends are the best things that could happen to anyone in life. Meher had once told me something I have never forgotten. This was last year, when she come to India to visit Gaurav, and we were seated near the pavement beneath the HT House (she was smoking, I was whining about my relationship issues). I have always looked up to Meher as a strong, stolid, sensible sister, someone who has comforted me when things were wrong both personally and professionally, someone who knew almost everything I went through during my time at HT. She said, "Moon, boyfriends will come and go. But a friend will stay forever. Never alienate them for a guy."
After those words, I had immediately gone upstairs and penned (well, typed) a short email to one of my closest friends, who I had stopped talking to after the whole fiasco. The next day, I met him, hugged him and apologised. We made up and are now firm friends.
Well, all of us need our saviours. And I had mine in Shrey, Shreya, Bugs, Sid, Twat and Ajay (among many others). As someone said to me today in the morning, "What are friends for if not to help another one through a messy break-up?" Well, I'll raise my mug to that!
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