Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Musings over a coffee mug

It's funny how the love for writing makes you come up with some pieces that seem like gems to you - atleast at 3 am in the night, they do seem like the best lines ever. 

I was figuring out the text for a personalised coffee mug that I was going to gift Shifu and happened to ping D to help me figure what to write. I had come up with - Music. Books. Food. Coffee. Love = Life.

Some of the lines she gave me ended in me drafting an entire note on the lines of my idea -

The strains of the music leave you spell bound,
The lyrics bring back the memory of a moment - lost or found?
The food in the lone plate is a sight to devour,
The rustling of pages has the sweetest tenor.
The hot cuppa is no more a drink but a warm bear hug,
Just like a quiet moment of love with your fav ones, for at your heartstrings they tug.
So now a sip set my dreams ablaze,
It's everything I want in my happy place -
Music. Books. Coffee. Food. Love = Life :)
Well right now, I'm one happy soul for having come out with that.

Mood : Amazed
Humming : Nothing really, too sleepy. 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The 'talk' that was.



I was the Chief Guest at the I-Day celebration in my school in 2014. Yes, although the entire blog post before this was focussed on it, I still haven’t been able to stop gloating about the fact leave alone digest it. I don’t think I ever will. Or maybe I just refuse to get over it.



So when my teacher had told me that I would need to talk to the students, my first question had been, what topic do you want me to talk on? I was told that I had complete independence to decide that (only fitting that the talk was to be delivered on I-Day :P). Thus began my brain storming and random ramblings to figure out the content for my talk. ( I wont call it a speech, I’ll call it a talk simply because ‘talk’ sounds classy). I spoke to friends, I scribbled stuff in my break time and the train travels became my stimulus for fresh ideas. Finally when I put the pen to the paper (and then my fingers to the keyboard), everything began falling into place and voila! I was ready!



My brief to myself had been that I did not want it to be one of those standard I-day speeches about the trials and tribulations faced by so many before India could achieve independence nor did I want it to be so dry and long that students would drift off to sleep (been there, done that). Like any other speaker, I wanted to be different, witty, engaging and liked. Easier said than done, yet I’d say my attempt yielded good enough results.



Someone said, I clicked with the audience. Why did they listen? Probably because I cracked jokes on myself, called myself old, threw the floor open for them to participate in my talk, shared my memories with them, put in some movie dialogues, did my version of the ‘Sattar minutes’ monologue from Chak De and even a Spider Man dialogue? Maybe. Or maybe it was cause they had no option but to quietly listen to me. Worse, they couldn’t even throw stuff at me simply cause they’re still too small to be eligilearn the ways of the world. I’m sure it’s the latter but I always pretend it’s the former.



Here is what I spoke (its written in a conversational tone) :



Over the 10 years I studied at Birla, this podium was an oft frequented area and in every speech I gave, there was a peculiar way I used to begin my speeches. I’m going to continue my personal tradition. So ladies & gentlemen, my greetings to one and all.

I’m Siddhi Mehta, a proud alumnus of Birla School and I’m here on Independence Day after almost 6 years, so I’m pretty excited & nostalgic!! When I say ‘Back in our times’ I do sound like an oldie but well, when I was in school, Independence Day meant loads of practice sessions in the weeks before the day, getting to skip class and be on the field for march past or band practice or speeches and what not. The grand rehearsal meant we got to skip almost an entire day of studying and had circulars specifying very clearly how we were supposed to come in crisp and neat uniforms with clean shoes. More often than not, ‘D Day’ saw us using a lot of chalk to try and make our dirty PT shoes look white at least till the chief guest was there. Come 15th Aug, the school would be bustling with activity. Teachers would be running around, managing students, finishing off with the last minute preparations, the house captains would be checking their squads, the band would be having the last run through of the ceremony and the the orators would be nervously glancing through their speeches for one last time! Ah it was such an adrenaline rush followed by a wonderful rendition of the national anthem which almost always gave me goose bumps. I’ve never celebrated Independence Day that way ever since I passed out of school. Gosh I miss it all!

So I’m going to use this opportunity to just chit chat with you guys and rather than talking about our historical trysts with freedom struggles, I’m going to try and relate what they taught us, to our lives today. I’m also going to be citing a lot of examples from my own life to make you believe that I’m certainly not making up stuff. But before I begin, I just wanted to confirm, you guys are going to listen to me yeah? I’ve been on the other side too & I know exactly what you’ll are thinking. A bit more enthusiasm please? All right, this sets the tempo.

Okay, so let me throw a question at you. What is Independence to you? No definitions, just tell me what it means to you.

Evidently, for each one of us, at different stages of our lives, independence takes a different meaning. When I was a kid, for me independence equalled to playing without any time limits, reading a lot of comic books & eating ice candy. In school, it meant being allowed to cycle to school all by myself. Today, it means getting to come home late & not being scolded by Mum. Yes, I know mums sitting right here and I’m sure she has a comment or two on this.

Well, now that we have defined what independence means to you, how will you use it to your advantage? You’re in school now, you have the luxury of having comparatively unstructured lives. So pursue things you love, it can be sports, music, literature, drama or even wrestling for all that you care! We all know about how our freedom fighters had the courage to stand up for what they believed in and we all talk about how we should emulate them. You have the chance now! Have the guts to break the norm, to stand up for what you believe in, to have conviction in your ideas & dreams! You’re a girl who loves football, go out, train yourself! You’re a boy who loves classical dance or cooking? Pursue your dreams! You don’t have to stick to predefined roles or worry about what people will say. Your ideas and aspirations might be different but THAT is what will make you stand out in a crowd. THAT is what will make you unique.

I’ve trained in Taekwondo for 8 years & I often had people telling me how I should stop after a certain age coz it’s not meant for girls. I chose my college, Podar which is an hour and a half away mainly coz it had excellent extracurrics. People thought I was crazy to join commerce, coz according to them a good score meant I should be taking up Science. A friend’s parent actually tried explaining what a big mistake I was making by taking up commerce. My friends still say I’m crazy to travel that far. But by far, it was one of my best decisions.



This particular funda will apply to not just your hobbies but also your career. Soon you’re going to be making decisions that will build your career. There’s a huge variety of options available for every stream. Pick one that you love, and you’ll definitely excel at it. Don’t cower away from taking an offbeat career thinking there’s no scope or money. One of my friends is in the merchant navy, another is studying forensics (like the CID guys), one is a chef, another works with Shashi Tharoor and yet another freelances as a writer. One of my closest school friends took up arts coz she loved it & I personally feel she’s doing better than most of us! What’s more? While most of us used to crib about the subjects we had to study or the hours we had to study, I’ve never heard her crib about her curriculum. I’ll give you one more example that had gotten me excited as well. One of my seniors from our school performs as a stand up comedian and is doing quite well on the circuit! That is where passion takes you!

So don’t be afraid of going after something you like because that is when you’re going to be content and satisfied and you’ll have the passion to give your best. And don’t be afraid of going wrong. Do something coz you want to, not coz you have to and never ever have regrets. You know what’s the best part? There’s a certain thrill in doing something that people least expect of you & excelling at it!

How many of you have seen/read Spiderman? Can anyone tell me what the tag line is? It goes as – With great power comes great responsibility. So it goes without saying, with all the independence comes a lot of responsibility. Responsibility to not misuse it, responsibility to remember that the rules are the same for all. You like to have an opinion and voice it? Excellent. But don’t forget others have one as well! So the next time your friend has an opinion or idea that contrasts yours or is a dream you don’t believe in, don’t mock them, don’t squash their opinions! Don’t let anyone dictate your opinions or actions and don’t do the same for others, that would be independence for you, in the truest sense.

Since it’s independence day, it’s only befitting that we give a little more thought to our country. Mark Twain, who’s authored some lovely classics once said, ‘India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend and the great grand mother of tradition, our most valuable and most instructive materials in the history of mankind are treasured in India alone’.

India is awesome, we all have a consensus there I believe. But we all have these enraged discussions where we are angry at the apathy all around us, where we are outraged at the state of affairs. We keep on talking about our duties as citizens and how there needs to be a change and one person can’t do it all! Relax! You aren’t expected to single handedly change the world or eradicate corruption or raise India’s GDP to three times than what it is right now. What is expected of you is very little; it’s on an individual level. Don’t just sit by, watch the action, participate in online debates, put up statuses on fb and whatsapp or just go light a candle. If you have that much of a problem with anything, go into the muck and clean it up! You think politics is dirty? Become a politician and do your bit so that people with similar opinions as you see the change

Our teachers and elders tell us about how there’s no Hindu, Muslim, Sikh or Christians and we’re all Indians first? And at the risk of sounding very preachy, I think it’s high time we hammered that into our heads coz I’ve seen people from our generation as well fall prey to the entire communal tension. Keep your faith but be sensitive to everyone else’s beliefs too.

Yet another thing that we need to learn from our leaders? Quite literally, we need to learn to lead the way. You remember what Gandhiji said? Be the change you want to see in the world. Start with yourself and inspire others to follow suit so that someday someone will tell you, I had the courage to do it because of you, I stuck through it because I was inspired by you. We have no wars, just an obligation to do our little bit.





I really feel like quoting a dialogue from Fight club here by Brad Pitt. It goes as – We’re the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is our spiritual war, our Great Depression is our life alone. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning the fact. And we’re very very angry.

This somehow fit well in the context of how we have been raised to have a very rosy notion about India as a country in particular and our life in general. Slowly, we realised that it isn’t entirely true, the country is yet to reach the ‘India of our dreams’ and it frustrates us. Channelize this frustration, see what contribution you can make to your country. You don’t need to go down in history, just do what we humans do the best. Focus on yourself, dream big, make it happen. It’s not utopian, I’ve seen my seniors do it, I’m trying in my little way as well, join me.

Okay so that was enough of heavy duty talk for you all. I hope that not all of you drifted off to sleep. Before I sign off, there’s one last thing I have to say. It’s an overwhelming experience to be called back to your alma mater, to be talking in front of the same teachers who saw you grow up, who knew you since you were a kid and who have a big role to play in every word you utter. Words wouldn’t suffice but it’s the best feeling ever, its unmatched and ever since I got the call from Ruchita Miss I’ve been telling everyone who’s willing to listen that hey! I got invited to my school for the Ind Day celebrations!! Believe me, there’s nothing better than having your school teachers feel proud of you. So guys explore, make mistakes, take the untrodden path, do stuff you love, make something out of yourselves & come back to school and tell your juniors about it. Thank you so much for having me here today. Thank you.




Of Independence Days and the Chief Guest invites.

One of the biggest highs anyone can have is being called back to your alma mater as a Chief Guest. Yes, CHIEF GUEST!

When you get that call from your teacher asking if you would be available, when you get the chief guest-ly treatment by the teachers who've known you almost all your life, when you are the one inspecting the parade and hoisting the flag. THAT.

Its a thrill matched by nothing else and there's a sweet delight as well as a tingly shyness you never felt before. Ofcourse, there's also the embarrassment of  being treated that way, simply because you're not used to it & its like being treated like some VIP at home. I'm positive that all this attention definitely made me blush, a rosy tomato red colour.

It's even more shyness-inducing when the teachers in concern are the very people who taught you some of the most important lessons in life, who know that you ended up not completing your school exam coz you were talking to someone next to you, who saw you screaming in class that you had pizza in your dabba in grade 2, who had to tell your mum that you were tickling your friends in class while the Principal was talking, who saw you and your class drenched after having played with water balloons in Grade 1 and who then saw the same class play in the rain in grade X, who gave you a 'star' coz you completed your tiffin in recess, who caught you eating in the first lecture of the day, who know every single incident where you've made a fool out of yourself  and who saw you grow up from a toddler to an adult. It's overwhelming to say the least and words, in a first, shall NEVER suffice to express how it feels.

That day is one that shall remain etched in my mind forever. It started with a flurry to get ready and the car that came to pick mumma and me. Skipping to the part where doors opened and I moved out, walking to the tunes of the same band I used to be a part of, what I experienced was a gamut of emotions - exhilaration, excitement, grateful & being overwhelmed, all at once. As a part of the inspection of the parade, I shook hands with all the house captains and it reminded me of the same moment 7 years ago, when I stood there waiting for the Chief Guest to inspect the squad from my house and the moment 6 years ago, when I was the school captain introducing the Chief Guest to the house captains. Quickly snapping out of my day dreaming, I couldn't help but smile at each one of them and when I reached the Green House squad (my house!! :D) I literally gushed to the captain that I had been a part of the same house! Then came the flag hoisting ceremony. I was nervous as hell and have rarely ever been so awkward, shy and another feeling which I rarely let myself feel - proud. All through the ceremony, I found myself focusing on the music played by the band, grinning at the overall ensemble and feeling pleasantly surprised at the new tunes introduced.

Immediately after the hoisting, out of habit, I walked to the activity hall, knowing there would be performances lined up. Then I heard my teacher calling out to me and reminding me that I was supposed to go with the other dignitaries and not run away on my own. I could do nothing but give a very sheepish grin and that was undoubtedly reciprocated by my teacher.

Later I was whisked to the hall for the performances by students from various grades. Every part of it, the hosting, the fervent running about, the performances, reminded me of all the Independence Day Celebrations I had been a part of. Nostalgia, at its peak. Thennnn came the moment, preparation for which had kept me up till late for a few nights. I had to be giving the usual 'few words to the students' chief guest address. (More on how I went about writing the speech in the next post.)

Yes, the talk went well. I knew so cause all through the talk I could see my teachers smiling back at me. The moment the function was over, I went to meet all the other teachers and everyone was gushing about how I had done a good job and that they were proud of me. I doubt there could be a happier moment in any students life than to see her teacher being proud of her. I had a few students telling me that mine was the best talk they had ever heard and my day catapulted to the league of '#BestDayEver' :P

Everyone loves appreciation and I'm no different. Every teacher (even the ones who joined school after I passed out) and so many kids, were very expressive of their appreciation. I was on a high. Once we were back home, Mumma, who isn't the one to praise at any random occasion told me that she felt I did a great job and should even consider a career in a similar vocation. I told about my day to some close friends and every one, collectively, sent me this to this rare state of bliss which I call it my 'Happy High'. Hence my belief, alcohol can't do half as good a job in nudging you to the 'Happy high' state as appreciation can :D


Amidst all this brouhaha and the love and affection pouring in, indeed there was this void, this tinge of unhappiness. I felt the absence of someone whose presence had been a constant fixture in my life, someone who would've probably been happier than anyone else in the world, someone who would've bragged about me to everyone who would listen, someone who would've exclaimed that for him I was the prettiest and the most eloquent person in the world and indeed, I'd always been the apple of his eye. Nothing could make up for his absence but knowing and believing that he was seeing all this, and probably feeling just as proud, made me close my eyes for a moment and smile :)

No, this isn't a post to cater to my love for amusing pieces, this is a post to cement in words, how wonderful and special I felt and to freeze that day for eternity :)


Mood : Nostalgic, Happy, Overwhelmed and Thankful
Humming : Happy by Pharrell Williams

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Shwe & Sid.

If there's one thing I have always marveled at, it is this weird lil thing called friendship. I've never completely understood the dynamics of this beauty nor have I figured out how exactly it works or functions. But if I've learnt something, it is the fact that it works best when you just surrender yourself and let yourself flow with it and it shall go where it has to. Those are the friendships with rock steady foundations.

Just a few hours ago my baby bro, Andu, tagged me in this post which said -
 "Friendship is so weird. You just pick a human you've met & you're like, "Yup, I like this one." and you just do stuff with them."
That struck a chord somewhere. Most of my friendships are such that I can't really comprehend, how, why or when exactly did I become close to that person. Well, therein lies the beauty of it all.

Shwe fell in that category. I'd known who THE SDJ was since FY, simply cause she was this hugely popular chick in college (the Amma of college and rightfully so). Thanks to a lot of things, I was under the misconception that she would be like the other 'faux-popular' chicks - arrogant, wont talk properly and the works. Except for this one-off time when Y introduced me to her, we never spoke.

Then came Moneta 2011, where I ended up co-ordinating with her for a few things, but that was that, it stopped there. I did not even expect it to go somewhere. After Moneta, we were in the throes of wrapping up the remnants of the fest and Bang! I suddenly get a call from Shwe and we begin talking. Random stuff at first & then she asks me if she can confide in me. And yeah yeah yeah! We were on a roll baby :D

We picked it up from there & have never stopped since!! There've been severrrral late night conversations (those are my fav kind), some of which went on all night. And day by day, we knew the other a lil more. We realised what we hated, what we loved. What we wanted & what we deserved.

Conversations led to meetings and meetings led to overnights! Somehow, we've always run to the sea side more often than not. She introduced me to DC, where we just sat quietly, looking at the Bandra Worli Sealink, looking at the sun sink into this endless mass of water, listening to the waves crashing against the rocks and just having a quiet conversation. I've often sat next to her while she drove, and for some reason, the songs we listened to during those drives, have now become some precious, defining moments.

She shouts at me when I leave without eating & knows every trick I would employ to avoid drinking milk. She complains to Mumma that I bathe in cold water & then laughs it off saying I'm a boy. She knows exactly the way my mind functions & reads my mind without having said anything. She grills me crazy when I suggest taking my bike out for a long distance ride but still wants to go for a short ride in the rain with me. She knows from the way I type a message what mood I am in & knows exactly how to cheer me up when no one can. She pushes me to do things on my own & lets me take a fall or two but she rushes to be my side when she knows it's her I need to hold my hand. She's the one who can truly knock sense into my head when I'm being foolish & she's the one who's stood up for me against so many people. She will go to any lengths to embarass me but would hate someone if they did not treat me right. She'll be the first person to point out my negatives (albeit, in a constructive manner) but she'll also be the first person to run up to me and gush over a job well done. She has thrown me out of her house cause she wanted to bake these super cute and yum cup cakes & goes out of her way to do stuff for me, just to make me feel special. Sure as hell, she does a brilliant job of that and it's no wonder she's this friend magnet.

She knows me in and out and better than most and that is exactly the way I would want it.

I know what toppings she dislikes on her Subway sandwich & I know where she's ticklish. I know she's crazy about Iced Tea (Lipton more so) and I know the places she's extremely sentimental about. I know how brilliant a dancer + painter + photographer + poet she can be & that's why I wonder why is she even pursuing CA :P
She's told me about her dreams, she's told me about her thoughts, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I had some pretty rough phases in my final year at college & it would've been a complete disaster had she not been the one who stood by me, believed in me, tolerated me, kept her patience & nudged me to bring me back on track. When I was down & out, it was she who met me evening after evening, guiding me, listening to me and if nothing, just giving me a tight hug, looking at me with those eyes and just being there for me. If there was someone I began looking up to during that time, it was her, hands down. Till then I respected her, loved her and even adored her. But now, I also looked upto her, trusted her and gave her the right to affect me in a way very few people can.

She took things from bad to normal by being there & helping me out. How did she make it awesome? By putting up with me for more than a month :D The days I've stayed at her place are probably the longest I've ever stayed anywhere (apart from my home ofcourse) and those days were puuuure bliss!! Waking up to her, quietly tiptoing out of the house early morning, being soooo close to college, being able to stay late in college and the best of it all, coming home to her, telling her all about the day & just spending some brilliant moments with her! I know how willing I would be to do anything to have a go at it again :D

I've bunked for an impromptu CCD tour with her, treasured that paper where she randomly came and wrote an I Love You in different languages, driven by Marine late at night listening to Pani Da, driven by Worli screaming out songs, gone for a cricket match where we screamed ourselves hoarse and randomly gone to PNG with Tang with her. I've had innumerable amazing days with her, but these little moments mean so much more! She wakes me up at 5:30 a.m on the only day I get to sleep late & laughs out loud cause she managed to annoyed me & then chokes up and narrates this touching, overwhelming poem she wrote for me which makes it a 'couldn't-have-been-better' start to my day. Yes, that's the (wannabe) devil in her.

I dunno what led Shwe to believe that she could take that leap of faith me, but whatever it was, I couldn't have been more thankful for it. Today, the person who I thought I would never even be friendly with, is my Best Friend! And boy! Am I happy! And you know someone is going to be a constant fixture in your life when she says that she's gonna dress you up as a bride on your wedding day. I might not meet or talk to her everyday, but she's someone I think of everyday. The things that I feel her are, in one word, inexplicable. There's so much that I feel, so much that I would want to say, but in a first, words shall fail me. She's everything any person would want in a friend. She puts up with my LMS and I shall need her approval when I do get a BF. In that case, there's absolutely no frigging way I can possibly afford to give up on her :D

She's loving, she's caring, she's protective. She's my best friend, sister, anchor, guide, confidante. All rolled into one. Do you still think you can get someone better than this? Impossible it is :D

This is my dedication to you Shwe, I love you more than I could ever say :)

Mood : Grateful, happy, mushy
Humming : There's Nothing Like You & I by Perishers

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

It's time.

It's time I learnt to sell myself better. 

It's time I stopped expecting that letting my work speak for itself will be enough. Sometimes I will need to speak up to let the 'voice' of my work be heard.

It's time I start fighting for what is rightfully mine.

It's time I stop letting others take credit for something I did.

It's time I stopped expecting the same kind of commitment, passion & dedication that I expect from myself.

It's time I stop letting everyone dump their work on me.

It's time I stop being naive and have a rosy image about a lot of things, more so, life in general.

Everyone says, It's time.. to grow up. Or is it? Can't I just continue to be the kid at heart in the body of an adult? Or is it just too much to ask for? Gah.


Mood      : Frustrating glimpse into what the future could possibly hold.
Humming : Stop this Train by John Mayer.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Foooooooooood!!

1 Cream Cheese Bagel
1 Mushroom Delight Bagel
1 Nachos
1 Cajun Chicken Burger
1 BBQ Chicken Burger
1 Brownie


Total = Rs. 403
Unbelieveable?


CA students are thrown to weird ass places for audits and Po &
I were no exceptions. The clients place being located at Sakinaka means we travel to an entirely different continent (or so it seems) on a daily basis. What keeps us going? The fact that there are amazing restaurants to sample in our 4 month fling with this 'Only traffic-No traffic signals' place. That has been a mouthwatering as well as an ' I'm-gonna-have-to-beg-for-money-soon' prospect thanks to the expensive options available.

Being a lover of offbeat places,I've always loved finding out those places very few people know about but which serve the most amazing food. Apart from the food, what becomes a source of delight is taking friends to those places & seeing their faces light up with delight at discovering a new food haven :D

Anyway, back to the topic. So while researching for the options available (Yes, I indeed conducted a thorough detailed research, complete with maps, prices, reviews etc), I came across Samvene. The reviews were fab & the place looked good in the pictures. The website promised to be an English styled cafe/restaurant & offered Bagels,Burgers,Booze & more.

Charged up by the positive reviews, we walked to Samvene and were smiling ear-to-ear from the word GO! We gave a battery of orders & hogged (yes, that would be the word) like pigs!!

Started off with Nachos, crisp,warm, tangy with the perfect dip. Moved on to a Cajun Chicken Burger &  BBQ Chicken burger - The bread was soft, patties were non-oily, sauces were juuust perfect.What's more?It actually had a good amount of filling unlike the burgers nowadays at McD. At Rs. 80 a piece and with such quality, these burgers are gonna steal a good number of McD patrons! I'm a victim (happily so) already.

Then came the Bagels - Cream Cheese Bagel & Mushroom Delight. The bread in both was amazingly dense (and hence quite filling) and the cream cheese spread in the bagel took me to a parallel universe and I emitted a loud moan (much to my embarrassment) cause by then, I was oblivious to my surroundings. The latter dish though was annoyingly yucky and I was glad I had saved a few bites of my Cajun Chicken burger so that I could have a good lingering taste.

After the sumptuous meal, it went without saying that meetha toh banta hai!Chocolate Brownie was our pick!!It wasnt the standard brownie that I've normally eaten. It was different & in Po's words, it was 'Good-different'. A thin, crispy, flaky crust & soft & moist inside. I loved it so much that I picked a few for my Folks & grand dad!

Haaaaaaaaa! That was all that I could exclaim.

Post meal status = 2 students turned into pro bono publicists/advertisers for Samvene.

We came, we ate, we passed out.

In all the excitement of the good spread laid out, this was the only thing I remembered to take a picture of!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013


“It was love at first sight”


“I dunno how, but the next thing I knew, that person became a priority and someone I was deeply in love with.”


“I’ve known him/her for years & I don’t really know how or when we exactly we became so close, but it just happened over time without 
me realising when”

In life, we form relationships, of different kinds with different people. Some stay, some go. But the one constant is, we feel that crazy thing called love. And undoubtedly, some relationships leave an indelible mark on us.
Over the years (I know it sounds like an old wise woman dishing out gyaan, but no, I’m just 20) one thing I’ve experienced is, when it specifically comes to a relationship with a friend or a partner, one can often be indecisive, even fickle, about the status one gives someone, or the amount of importance one gives someone.  How much time is the right amount of time to pronounce that you’re close to someone? After all, some become close to people in a short span of time, while others take their own time to do so cause that’s how they function & sometimes some people just have that wall around them, which can be breached or broken only by a select few.
So far, with the kind of experiences I’ve had, answering this question has probably become easier, but hasn’t exactly resolved it.
There’s been Giree, whom I’ve known for 14 years now & is my best friend from school. I have absolutely no idea how or when we became close. And till date, I’ve no answer as to how we are still so close or comfortable with each other. We’re far from mushy with each other and are more like bros but we have had our moments when we knew just how important we are for each other. I’m at my wacky best with her & even though we don’t get to meet for months at a stretch, I never really feel the distance :D
I have M,AA & Gandhu. Again, known em since I joined college & have been with me through thick & thin. They know all about the crazy stuff I think about & have borne the brunt of my excessive talkative behaviour & tendency to be extremely arbit & mushy in seconds.
With Smalu, it was I who became close to her faster & she who took a long time to get there. With time came the long conversations, the comfort, the secrets and that feeling of being family to each other. And because of that time, when we were finally on the same plane, we had in our hands the most beautiful relationship I’ve ever had with someone. A relationship where both of us accepted each other with our shortcomings & loved each other for the awesome things we brought to the relationship. No matter how things materialise, she is & shall continue to be supremely important for me. And like I’ve said before, I can write pages and pages on her!
Prak isn’t my school/college/building/class friend. I met her through Smalu, when I was preparing for Smalu’s birthday surprise. Before we knew it, we started having these hilarious stupid conversations & that led to a beautiful mad relationship where everything is understood by those looks, the most arbit things are shared without any shyness & where the part of explaining people as to how exactly we became friends is loved.
Then there’s my class group - Uru, Rich, Swap, Shavo, N3, Gau, Ghoda & Namo. Class, office, college all at once can be slightly overwhelming & this is when they come to the rescue! Apart from the fact that we have the most amazing Profs who are a delight to listen to, the fact that our group sits together keeps the class routine from becoming a monotonous task! Lectures have varied from being hilarious to inspiring to just egging each other to be focussed. And the post-class talks are MAD. When the mood is gloomy, this is just the thing that makes me snap out of it & enjoy the moment! We have a surprise planned for everyone’s b'day & the parties involve us cooking for the gang. Could I have asked for more? Hell no!
   Is this it? Nooo! As I write this, I realise just how blessed I am to have so many amazing people in my life! There are so many more people that I want to mention! Shwe & Yash who’ve been my guardian angels in college & have always had my back & become the elder sisters I’ve never had.  Mau, who’s been instrumental into egging me towards living in the moment & who’s fast becoming my go-to person. And on and on and on.
Now, haven’t I had experiences where the relationship took a turn for the worse? Yes of course, but those relationships too gave me some amazing moments, so I’m learning to skip dwelling on the bad parts but cherish them for the times they gave me happiness.
One thing that has been a constant in all the beautiful relationships I’ve had? I haven’t directly jumped headlong into something & felt blind emotions right away. I’ve let the relationship take its own course (sometimes I’ve been able to do that cause the other person took time :P ). Probably that’s why they turned out so well? A common trend has been, I haven’t really understood when I became close. Like they say, love, just happens. You can’t figure out the when, how or why part of it. And that, I believe is what makes it even more beautiful.
Is there a wrong or right amount of time? I doubt it. Instead I’d say, go with the flow and enjoy every moment and phase of the relationship. And like a very important person once told me, “Live in the now ”.
Go out, love someone, get loved , feel the love & fall in love with the finer nuances of this beautiful emotion called love. J

Mood : Thankful & feeling loved
Humming : Truly, Madly, Deeply & Just Remember I Love You