Frankly, the idea of a Mother’s day, Father’s day or for that matter any day commemorated to celebrate any relationship is weird. Of late, even Birthdays and New years’ day, have also started categorizing themselves in this very category. The category of, “How does it matter?”. And no, I’m not of the league which says, “Why just one day?”. I’m not preaching anything here just showing my inability to relate like all you sane folks. And If I don’t relate to the enthusiasm that you seem to possess and which somehow rises above the surface on these days, my sincerest apologies.

I forget a lot of Birthdays and If it wasn’t for facebook, then that number would increase catastrophically. I don’t know about you, but for me this is the most important feature of this social networking giant who continues to be annoying by letting people send Candy Crush requests!

I remember running around town, as kids, to buy Friendship bands. It required spending pocket money and time away from playing, to gift these bands to others. Friends, who reciprocated back with bands brought by them. ‘Twas fun back then. Growing up, it sounded like something which kids would do. However, in some form or the other, that is still on. And hey, I’m not one of those who “want to be kids again” kind either.

Over the years, I’ve lost a few friendships. Ones which I thought didn’t come with an expiry date. But then, Life Happened. Many, thankfully, have stuck over time and hopefully will continue to do so. The relationships have definitely changed forms over the years, like a larvae to a butterfly, only it continues to still evolve.

I believe a lot of friendships go through different phases. A few get stuck in one and never end up evolving and die away. Others evolve with you.

Now when I’ve written all this, reminiscing about the bond, maybe I don’t hold this day guilty of showing off. Not too much. A little, yes!

From the guys back at home, the one with whom we crossed places on his RX-100 to the guy for whom I became a postman, to the first friend I made when I left home, who won’t talk to me anymore, to ones who even after talking for months apart, continues to be friends, to the awesome people from the Khaau gang members who are not to be a gang anymore because of me, to the group for whom I’m a “nawab” for reasons I don’t even remember. To the broken soul who fixed and then broke me, or the brew which became cold too soon to the roomies who’ve annoyed and cared me like their own or the one who became a brother to someone who comes over for weekends and tolerates me easily.

To all of you, you know who you are. I’m not wishing you for this day. I’m just thanking you for being part of my insignificant life. You know who you are to me.

If you thought I was writing about the Mayan’s and their predictions about the Doomsday, then let me tell you, you were wrong. It is actually the last day before this much-needed-holiday (1 Month!) ends.

This vacation just proved just how much I was missing family, friends, and FOOD!!!
Being away from home isn’t new for me, but being away from family definitely is. I remember doing this one thing, especially when I used to be upset, i.e., to eat good food. Good food in, bad mood out.

But, Alas!! Bangalore doesn’t seem to provide such an option for a pocket like mine.

Bangalore doesn’t seem to provide such an option for a pocket like mine. Leaving aside my foodgasm, let me get to the point, this introduction part is getting too long. I’ll describe the last day, which in many ways sums up the whole vacation.

Letting my Body clock wake me up

Waking up on my own watch is an amazing feeling. Don’t you think ? Sleep to your heart’s content is like letting your morning start off with a victory.

Same Breakfast, Different place

Having masala upma for breakfast which is far better than what I get in my South Indian college mess. Such Irony, I tell you.

Morning of Appreciation

Good morning’d by a mail from Blogadda confirming that I have been shortlisted for the “Notable Newbie” blogger along with many other bloggers. Feels good to be appreciated and then boasting about it here. This was like an icing on the cake after all sorts of appreciation for my work during SUPA.

Foood. Good Food.

Fish curry in the lunch, deliciously made. If at all, I need to single out the percentage of non-veg food I’ve had during this whole month, the ghaans phoons would surely be in single digit scores. Sorry, can’t help it, just born this way. Although, Xime and Bangalore have tried changing it, but only to increase my love for it. Wo kehte hain na, Dooriyon se badhti hain Nazdeekiyan. (Distances bring you closer).

Friend drops by on Time

My friend arriving before time to pick me up!! Well, that had never happened before nor will happen again. So, after a brief wait, when he arrived rode to meet many of my high school buddies. Many were surprised to see me(pleasantly, I hope), some even hitting me as to why I cannot just extend my leaves for a few more days. In between lots of catching up, trying to click photos without flash in almost dark places, “career” discussions, exams, talks about old flames, whose-upto-what, and lots!! All this gupshups can never finish and so rightly so it didn’t. Yet had to get off post bidding people good byes.

And more friends to meet

After high-school, it was the turn of the guys from college. Not many there, so the two closest ones got the whole time that I could spare. They even stopped me for a pre-dinner “Dinner”. Well, this is that dinner, where you don’t fully stuff yourself but keep a little space for home food and if something of your liking is there at home, than you just go ahead with that as well. Else, your stomach signals a Red light. With promises to be present early morning at the station to bid adieu, they dropped me back at home.

Who says NO to Biriyani?

Home, well a whole lot of packing was to be done. Came in and did that as fast as I could and also to buy some time if at all they force me to eat the Dinner. While finishing, what I smelt was Biryani. Who says NO to that ? now the thing with food and me is, we have an agreement of not ever refusing good food. And so, I jumped into stuffing myself up that as well.

And It’s a Wrap!

A job well done and a day spent that way too. and if you are wondering about my talk of only food all throughout the post, well I should tell you, that is what I was actually upto. Apart from SUPA, almost every activity I did involved food.
But every good thing comes to an end, and along with the news of our “new” Dean, who happens to be “the” strict one.

Yet, with the goodness that I was part of in all these days will, In sha Allah , be reflected, onto my life.

Tag: friends

To my friends: You know who you are

The last day