Story of two friends
I read an entry on indiblogger some time ago, which pitched
the idea for this entry into my mind. I planned to post this then but was on
second thoughts. I rescheduled the entry to go out today- an important day…read
on to find out how and why.
This is the story of two friends. Actually, the two happened
to be friends thanks to their fathers, who were college mates. And so it
happens that right from the time the two are born, they know each other, they
know each other’s families and are termed ‘childhood’ friends… They are not
people who come across each other on moving to a new locality or a new school. Both
of them literally, grow up together.
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| The two of us with our respective siblings. Toy Train, Batasia Loop, Darjeeling. May 1999 |
When they were 7, one of the fathers moved to a different
city. It was 3 in the morning when the two friends sleepily waved goodbyes.
Schools changed; localities changed; friends changed; but their friendship
grew.
The two families went on a summer trip to Darjeeling and
Gangtok when the friends were 8. It was in the year 1999. Family visits and meeting-trips
continued over the years. The two friends grew up. Talking on the phone had
never been considered important or required. They connected over social
networking sites. Today, the two are at two separate locations; different
colleges; different courses; different dreams; but are aware that they might
meet anytime.
They are not friends who would say “Sorry I haven’t been in
touch in so many days”. They would probably meet and ask “What have you been
doing over the past years?” Whatever the case, they are sure to remain good
friends.
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| Yeah, this is how we looked 13 years ago! |
When I left DAV Burla after Class 10, our teacher in LKG,
Mrs Tapasi Rout told me, “I still
remember your first day in my class 12 years ago. Aranyak and you- inseparable
friends.”
I have written about so many special people and events in my
life over the past years in my blog entries but never have I mentioned this
guy, probably because the two of us have been together even before we learnt our A,B,Cs! We are not friends
who miss each other, I think we haven’t talked in two years, I haven’t wished
him for his birthday in 14 years, but whatever may be the case I believe the two
of us were born to be friends for life. (Thanks to our fathers, of course!) [:)]
Wish you a very Happy Birthday Aranyak! God Bless You. Enjoy
the day. Hope to see you soon. :)
P.S.: I am not even sure Aranyak will be reading this blog
entry anytime soon. I hope he does! :)
P.S.2: I don't even call him 'Aranyak'. It is our nicknames that we are more familiar with, but considering that this is the World Wide Web and I have got a considerable number of readers, I would prefer not revealing the nicknames! :D
Thats Perfectly written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Owais :)
Deletetouching post
ReplyDeletehappy birthday
Thank you :)
Deletewow.. so much love.. even your names are almost identical..(although I do not know the meaning) He must be so proud of you and hope he has read this post of yours. It's so touching.
ReplyDeleteGlad o have found you at indiblogger. Your newest follower and a regular visitor now,
cheers
Kajal
That's great!! Thank you! :)
DeleteVery touching post and wishing your friend a very happy birthday !!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sangeeta :)
DeleteA real good bond of friendship. Friendship rocks, so does ur post. Nothing better then writing a post for friendz Birthday! Lovely
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Shilpi :)
DeleteIt's a fitting tribute to your friend...brings out the emotions very feel....
ReplyDeleteThanks Ritesh :)
ReplyDeletemy turn Antarik
ReplyDeleteTo put in words what I really want to express is a really tough task. There are two very very simple words that to a very small extent put the same thing .But looking at the amount you put into this blog , I think I deserve a fair try.
It amazes me that one could so clearly remember those moments. To remember the sleepy faces of the other ,so very confused about the right emotion to put up for that last meeting. To learn at time's pace and by life's surprising ways about that feeling that everyone else says is our friendship. To never and never ever realise that separation actually matters in such bonds . To believe truly in the other's endeavours however whacky the whole world thinks they are and unfailingly support them. To be lost in the crowd ,going with giant sweep and then suddenly finding that familiar face staring right at you. I dont really want to know what you call such experiences, but they do hint at something beyond appreciation.
I can still see the two of us playing ball from our respective balconies ,see you throwing the ball and completely missing its aim (bet you're still bad at it !! ) , down to the first floor balcony(the Patras' -if i am not wrong). Still feel the cold skin standing at the bus-stop looking, with all hope draining out against certainity, at that sad bus emerging from bend, impatiently looking at the stairs to your block and hoping that you changed your mind about that little holiday you were missing school for.
Whatever it is,its been an honor and will always be.
Aranyak
P.S -1-really weird writing 'Antarik' , seems like I dont even this guy and yes, never realised you too had a different kind of a name. But yes, I am keeping my side of the pact, lets keep the WWW fooled :P
P.S -2 -this was surely the best gift. Made the day.
PS -3 Please do notify me the next time you drop such bombs :D
missed out the editing. Apologies
DeleteFrankly speaking I had no idea how you were going to react on reading this. I am really glad you liked the surprise. And your reply reminded me of so many things which I had missed out in the post. :)
DeleteAbt the ball, yeah, I think I still am bad at it! :D
Bombs? Haha...of course I will let you knw :D
Hope to see you soon :)
Where is the super like button for Aranyak Bhaiya's comment and your blog entry. . .both of you. . .Still the same. . .and as far as I remember and know Aranyak bhaiya has been the one whom you've truly considered as best friend. . . I'm unaware of your friends' circle after you left SBP...:-/
ReplyDeleteAcha...ok...whatever...thanks :P :)
Delete:D A Cute one!
ReplyDeleteMore importantly, I am curious about those nicknames ;) :D
Beautifully written:)
Thank you :)
DeleteUmm...nicknames...I would prefer keeping the curiosity aroused :D