Happy friendship day

This one is dedicated to all those friends who’ve shared my joys and sorrows, shared theirs with me, made my life memorable in their own ways. I’ve parted ways with some friends, but a few dear ones have lasted so far and hope it lasts for life. Thanks for being there, here and everywhere with me, when I needed you guys the most and this is my way to let you know how special you guys are, you rock!
I’ve made friends with people all my life, most from very young age at school, college and a few at work. I guess it’s a formula or a rule, the older u grow, lesser friends you make, farther you go from the ones you are friends with already. But a few have lasted and stood the test of time and I’m sure will last for life.
As a kid growing up in Bangarpet, I’ve made many friends, given that I changed 3 schools till my 10th grade, gave me a chance to meet new people, know them and make friends with. Of all these, buddies from my high school were and will always be very special. We were just breaking out of the shackles of innocent childhood and beginning to learn the way of teenage, all those things we tried, succeeded, failed in made our bond stronger and better.
Then in ’99 I moved to Bengaluru, a new beginning in a totally alien world for a boy from a small town, I missed my pals from Bangarpet very dearly, but life had to move on. The friends I made here were very hard earned and are the most treasured, they’ve helped me learn n grow in life and contributed in their own ways and I owe to them a lot for they’ve been the greatest influence in what I am today.
In ’01, I went to Tumkur, to study Engg and each of the 4 years I spent there was a new twist in life, at the end of it was a graduate who’d successfully passed a lot more than exams and failed miserably in a few important stages of life, at last they all were lessons learnt, cherished, regretted and I happily take them in my stride.
After four years of college, it was time to enter professional life and this has been a great learning curve so far, both professionally and personally and I really thank the ones who’ve made this boring line of work very enjoyable most of the times and bearable at the worst.
All my dear friends, each and every one of you, I love you a lot, you all have been very special and I treasure all those memorable times that we’ve spent together. Wish you all a very happy friendship day!

Clueless

Is it only me or are there more like me? I feel life’s come to a standstill. Not now, but it’s been so, for some time now. Life’s become like a saas-bahu soap (not in the literal sense) that just keeps crossing milestones in terms of episodes with time but would never move an inch in its content (alright, now all u saas bahu soap viewers’ association members or their supporters, IFF any, please don’t gang up on me, I’m not in a mood to prove my point).

If I just walk back in time by a couple of years, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing much I’d miss, for there’s nothing that made an iota of change/impact in my life. May be I’d loose an inch on my waist n gain some hair on my head, I can’t think of anything else that would make any difference. If I start thinking and try listing down something useful and satisfying work that I’ve done during this time, I’m sure it’d not cross 10, why’s it so? Is this how it’s going to be or rather I’m letting it be?

When somebody comes up with those brilliant questions like, what I’d be doing 20 years from now, I just can’t answer it, leave 20 years, I don’t have plans for what I’d be doing even 2 years from now. I feel I’m not in control of it, it’s like a plane flying on auto-pilot, good as long as it stays in air, you never know when it’s going to crash. So, am I preparing for this crash and getting myself crash ready? Definitely not. Do I have any contingency plans on how to bring things on track, nope... none!

I definitely need some enlightment, somebody please point me to the nearest peepal tree.

The curious case of egg seller

It was a holiday, I was sitting with Nikhil, playing in front of my house. We've been bestest of friends from age of 3 and were each other's best company through out our childhood. So, we were THE partners in crime. Now, going back to the day this incident happened, as we were playing, we heard the screeching voice which is so typical of a regular hawker, but what he had on his cart was not the fruits/vegetables/toys we regularly saw, but lots and lots of eggs. We'd never seen a egg seller on our street before, both of us coming from conservative backgrounds, had never seen so many eggs before n up so close.
All we knew was, its a taboo to eat eggs, but we both had some evil thoughts already, we wanted to go see, hold an egg in our hands, find out how can somebody eat something that looks so weird(at least i thought it looked weird :P).
The next moment, we went to him, picked up an egg each in both our hands, examining the egg we asked him for the price pretending to be genuine buyers, and he was too happy as he'd sold no eggs in the street and he wouldn't sell any as ours was one of the last houses there. Such a weird shape it had, the outer shell was hard to my surprise, had a thousand questions in my head and before I'd clear all that, in no time, my mother came out of the house, she saw us holding the eggs in our hands and hell broke loose, NIkhil's mother was there too.
That's it, we both were scared to death, I thought we would be thrown out of the house for this dastardly act. We dropped the eggs, splash the shell broke into pieces and the yolk was on the road.. dirty thing, never knew there was a liquid under the hard shell, couldn't help wondering how could some one eat/drink that. We ran off from there, to escape the wrath of our mothers and were back at home after a stroll in the neighborhood. what followed was the lecture advising us not to ever touch the egg again :), the egg seller was the target of their wrath, he was paid 25 paisa for each egg we broke, 4 in total and warned off never to come to our street again.
The story became a legend in both of our families and retold to many as a funny incident, often highlighting the part of we getting scared, breaking the egg and running away from the scene and every one of them found it funny for some reason I still cant figure out!

PS: This incident happened when we were 5 years old and for some reason, I've never been able to forget it.