Sunday, August 3, 2008

Happy Friendship Day

Well, (ah, the same old question - "how should I start?") today is the so called friendship day. One of the most awaited days for me. And yes it was decided that I'll write something on this day. Something about something or somebody or many bodies. Something about this friendship and not about the usual politics or melodrama or any other shit.

I just happened to read this book by Khaled Hosseini. Its named 'The Kite Runner'. And it has got some astonishingly marvelous comments. A damn good read or rather a great read. Basically deals with the miserable life that the people of Afghanistan are living. Taliban..huh! Leaving Taliban aside the book also tells us the story of two people- Amir and Hassan. Amir, a rich lad (no, not a spoilt one) and his servant cum brother cum best friend. And thats the most touching part of the story -Hassan's loyalty and his selflessness towards his Agha. At times it really made me shed tears. Or yes, if not tears I always had my throat in my mouth and the Adam's Apple in simple harmonic motion.

Inspired by Khaled Hosseini I am also going to write about my best friend. Although I've written many poems and (so called) testimonials for her, I still wanna write about her. It isn't a diary entry but the format will be the same 'coz dates are really important for me.

So it all started with .... what? It just started. To give a date for the start, let's say 3rd May 2007, 5.30pm. She asked for my cell phone number. She was the first girl to ask for my cell number. Okay, I gave it. (And before this cellphone thing, we used to chat on yahoo messenger or orbooks and facekuts or whatever they are.) I had never expected she would send me SMS or anything of that kind. 00919424230606. Never expected, 'coz I was a god damned shy personality and considered her the same. But yes, she did send me an SMS and I replied to her. (hey, nothing special about this, just for the sake of increasing the number of characters in this post :P)

And so, from then onwards we used to have sms chats. For the first time I had been so close to a girl. Hey, I didn't consider her a girl but my friend. My best friend - Sallu/ Shalu. She had the most beautiful hair and the cutest cheeks. I also had the diamond opportunity to pull them :P.
And I used to go zany about the smell or fragrance or essence of that perfume. She had that very very amazing English accent. "Khabun" (carbon) LMAO. Plus she had a great command over that language also. And because of the sweetness in air, I am able to remember so many things about her.

It is, indeed, very difficult to describe a person. I wonder how they manage to write such huge biographies. And it was even more difficult to write those poems.

5th August 2007, the last friendship day. I got a band, a beautiful card and a delicious chocolate. I still have them. Even the wrapper. The last friendship day, yet another day or chance to strengthen the bond (of friendship) between us. Very unfortunately I was never able to put on that band. But when I used to be alone, I used to put it on my white wrists and used to see how amazing the band looked. Or from one perspective, I saw, how great and amazing relation and chemistry we shared with each other. Really was a memorable day for me 'coz the same day had cried so much for not wearing the band. I felt so guilty from inside. Reasons aside.

Anyway, the days were so marvelous for me. Although there used to be some temper inside my head about some or the other thing but in her presence everything seemed to melt. Everything seemed seemless. After our chemistry tuition, sometime with her on the central avenue used to make my whole day. We could share everything with each other. She, always coming up with a solution for my problems and I - creating further more rifts in her problems. Extremely sorry for those problems.

Those very sweet haiiiis and even more sweet byeees. What (oh, i don't have the word for it) days we had. After school, waiting in the stand near my car just to recieve a 'bye' smile from her. And yes the beauty of those, what you say in hindi - lehratey hue baalon ki sundarta. We could talk for hours. Man! I had never talked to any of my closest relative so much. :D. We never ever ran out of topics. Even the most boring topics used to be interesting when we talked.

And what was special? Everything was special about it. The whole relationship was so special. God had given me a gift. The first post of this blog has been commented upon by her. And almost, in every post she was the first one to comment. And I must admit, her comments used to give me momentum. And the inertia still exists. But the relationship doesn't. :)

Take Care Shalu/Sallu
Call this a tribute to you.

Love you Angelina Jolie. ;)