Fraanships.The good, the bad and the eXXtremely ugly!!

I’ve always felt that school days were the best ever. That statement might dump me amongst the minority but something about uniforms and drills and punishments and all that disciplined jazz brings about a sense of yearning for those times. In retrospect you’ll realize that friendships formed in school more or less wither the test of time simply because we were innocent and the filth of adulthood had not seeped into our being yet. Comparatively, later friendships somehow seem a lot more transient; certainly more faux and it comes with a million strings attached which will in all probability leave you miserably tangled later on. If you ask me why I’d say its probably because at some point in time during that rat race simple things like trust and understanding took one hell of a nasty beating.So I guess that’s going to be what im going to talk about the next 2 or so posts; People whove been there for me and and the people stabbed me when i least expected it.
Last week Yash called me up;he was coming down from Canada and we absolutely had to jam(rocker’s code for ‘having a blast’). Yash’s coming over was like an annual Woodstock-of -sorts for me—time to let whatever little hair I have left loose and just freak the hell out. We share a special and at times crazy bond. Some dude stated one of the fundas of science a few centuries (???)back—Opposites Attract. He couldn’t get that more right. So different that we were just meant to be. That’s not to say we didn’t have our bad times as well. In fact we did but then like all great friendships we rallied back and were more thick than ever. That being said human relationships don’t exactly mirror science and there has to be some degree of character overlap however minuscule. Yash and me are Metalheads!down to the last fragment of our DNA-and we will remain that way..amen. We wanted to live the rock n roll lifestyle -Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll. Even though the first 2 items were merely fantastic illusions of a pimply teenage metalhead (and drugs suck bigtime)and we happened to be stuck in this hole called Kerala.(Damn you foreign media) .
Yash is an extraordinary writer; a genius if you will. He had this abstract and in some ways magical way with words that our 12th grade English teacher just couldn’t comprehend. He had a hard time trying to explain his work to the teachers’ whos cumulative understanding of the language never strayed too far away from the textbooks. He has a lot of stuff happening for him;he has a scholarship(can you believe this??he’s gonna teach Americans English..i don’t want any racist undertones but How NEAT is that?????), extremely hot girl and a ridiculously wild life. Yeaaah hes having fun. I envy u dude..bigtime with all that green coloring etc .
Yash has a room in one of the premier hotels in the city that he can use whenever he pleases. Major..do we need to go anywhere else?certainly not!!we called a few people from school..guys who were part of the general circle(Buttheads all of em hahaha..these guys are killer )Yash brought along a bottle of tequila. Its amazing what a little booze can do to your senses.(Im not sure tequila qualifies as booze but what the hell we were pretty high). It has this amazing truth serum like effect. But it’s different that you not only speak the truth but temporarily live it as well .You put down that mask you’ve had all along and be You for a change minus any inhibition whatsoever. 2 shots later Abu decided he just had to swim .So we were off to the swimming pool where a few impromptu lessons from Abu had us started. I don’t quite match up to Ian thorpe just yet but Damn! swimming is one hell of a hard deed...and to think some people do it just for kicks. It sure as hell took every kick out of me. However I found much needed consolation in the fact that Yash sucks straight to hell. He has 2 left flippers(..duh). Meanwhile in a desperate effort to redeem myself I ended up almost taking out the pool border and was left with a bruised arm and even more bruised ego. Few buckets of chlorine water heavier we decided finally decided swimming was not our thing and headed back to some more tequila. After the 4th shot, tongues began to wag merrily. Stories about our conquests up to this point combined with some choice expletives began to do the rounds. I felt like singing and luckily had the sense to bring along my Yamaha c 60 classic guitar and by this time, Mudi was already in his element. Personally I think none of us sung better than we did that day. The guys and me sang some old songs from our school days. it was a friggin study in atonal singing with overdone expressions.Im sure the people in the adjacent rooms had a great time. i didn’t ask them though. Maybe they would have gotten carried away in their appreciation that I might have lost a limb or two. Afterwards calls from our prides, wondering where their puttars are, started becoming more frequent. This is one of the umpteen varieties of shit you have to deal with when you’re staying with your family.IN KERALA!!!!! Sadly, the guys had to call it a day and that left me and Yash. We went over to the Thai restaurant and had our dinner(my first Thai cuisine experience btw and it was exquisite. All programs sponsored by Yash because I’m eternally broke) and caught up on lost time. He had recently opted out of a long term relationship and was partially free man. He had a novel on the line and some sundry other happenings as well. He was pretty excited about this scholarship thing. I was happy for him because on the flipside I’ve almost had it with my life here. There is pretty much nothing to look forward to here. I think kerala had this effect of ironing out everything that is unconventional and probably is best in you, cutting and fitting until you’re just about the right size, no extra flaps. nothing and you’re left with no other option other than to fit in and join the massive sea of humanity and basically live a humongous lie. Plus I’ve been on the receiving end of some pretty bad relationships etc etc. To sum it up I was not sitting very pretty these days. The next day was a lot better because just when we were about to leave I came upon this baby grand piano in the hotel lobby. Some impromptus later( you wish) which I think had the sweet chick at the reception impressed, we were off. All good things must invariably come to an end and some hugs and tc’s alter Yash was off; leaving me to bide my time here till something better happens. In the near future I hope….