15 February, 2014 – Happy Birthday, Best Friend

Best friends. It’s an all-encompassing, infinitely beautiful term. You make friends all your life, but not all of them are equally special, equally understanding and downright awesome.

I seem like a pretty sociable, outgoing person to most people, a person who loves making friends and hanging out, but I’ll admit it, I’m none of that. In fact, I’ve always had trouble making friends. I don’t like people easily. Never at all!

I’ve never looked for similar tastes and preferences in friends. That kind of friendship is plain boring. Imagine a scenario where you voice your viewpoint about something, and your friend just says, “Yeah, exactly what I think!”. Some may find in fascinating. But me? No chance. I look for novelty and a streak of wonder and freshness in everything I do. Old is boring. Same is boring. And heck, I despise boring. I dislike people who are bored. It seems such a horrid thing to lie on a couch and complain “I’m bored. There’s nothing to do.”, when you have an entire universe to explore and a life to live (and please, you can also just switch on the television. It’s not boring. Or maybe it is. Okay, I will never give a testimony against televisions. All of us share a special bond with our TV sets, let’s admit it!). People who say they are bored should have most definitely understood all the laws of the world and delved deep into the secrets of the universe. They should be the all-knowing people, a fountain of eternal knowledge. But mostly, people who are bored are just duds. They ostensibly fail to see the beauty of life and the endless questions it presents us with. Believe me, being bored is boring. I digress again, but that’s become a pretty routine activity now. I can’t get my head into one thing straight. It’s impossible, especially when I’m writing.

So where was I? Yes, talking about my inability to make friends easily mainly because of the reason that I don’t strike a chord with most people. I have hundreds of superficial friends. But hardly any true friends. True friends are those with whom you share a conscious spiritual connect. There is harmony. There are endless arguments. There is prized silence. Oh, and there is definitely drunk laughter. Those kinds of friends are hard to come by and hard to keep but if ever, you do come across them, hold them close and never let them go!

Why am I talking about friends and friendship in the first place? It’s because it’s my best friend’s birthday. Her eighteenth! Official adult now, are we, eh?

About two years ago, in the tenth standard, everybody in our class exchanged message books because many of us were going our separate ways. She wrote a 12 page message in my positively gigantic book. Wow. I was flabbergasted. I read it in installments because it really did take time for the beauty of each page to seep through right to my soul. Obviously, I became extraordinarily emotional (also, bemused, courtesy: an account of the hilarious moments we shared in school life) as I reached towards the end of the message. It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever written for me.

So now it’s your birthday, best friend! I still haven’t completed writing the message in your book and don’t see myself finishing it anytime soon. Oh sure, I’m inexplicably lazy. But I can never really explain how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life. You are my soul sister. A very tolerant one at that, because it does take a lot of patience to handle total goof-ups like me. We’ve been best friends for four years now and I’m counting on remaining the same way for a lifetime! I recount the times we spent laughing (mostly, it was you laughing at me for incomprehensible reasons – I seriously do not speak Hindi with a foreign accent, and I’m also not a five-year old kid for the record, but like I said – incomprehensible reasons!).

I love talking to you. The essential thing here is that you are a darn good listener. That’s very strange in today’s word, because all of us are so preoccupied with our lives and our work that we don’t give a damn about anything that happens in most peoples’ lives. You have the time to listen to all the endless gibberish I talk! Your level of patience is infinite. I talk and talk and talk, and you listen and listen and listen, and your advice is always the best thing!

I remember how you were one of those few people who greeted this strange girl from a strange town in a normal manner, without making me feel awkward about anything in school, and helping me through all the assignments. What seemed like an increasingly hostile school environment when I initially came transformed into a much gentler second home, and though the teachers and other students deserve credit for this transformation, I’d probably give you 90 percent of it. Just knowing that you have someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on – that makes life so much more easier and give you the courage to stand up. I have never been able to express my gratitude to you for that.

Of course, we’ve fought, but then, that’s been beautiful as well because on the two (major) occasions when we fought, both of us started crying – just a testimony to the fact that we’ve always been connected deeply, emotionally as well as spiritually.

You are one of the few people with whom I can establish a connect – a true, honest connect with no fallacies whatsoever. You are dependable, faithful and ever so strong. You make me want to laugh and cry, all at the same time, and in this universe of best friends and instant friendzoning, you’d be ranked number one and the first place is still an understatement to describe just how amazing you are.

I remember when everyone in class would cheat on Physics tests and so on, but we’d never give in and resist the temptation – together. We always keep reminding each other of each other’s goodness and keep ourselves from making mistakes because despite being so dissimilar, we’re still the same. Oh, and there were times when people would crack cheap jokes and we had the same look of utter confusion on our faces, wondering what the hell was so funny. We’ve laughed together; we’ve been laughed at together. But life’s a wonderful journey, and as long as I have you by my side, I will always have an assurance that everything will, after all, be alright.

I want to be best friends with you forever, because besides being such an achiever, you are a person true to her character and ultimately, those are the kinds of people who end up making a difference and changing the world for the better.

And then, I have this for you from the classic by The Rembrandts, I’ll Be There For You:

“No one could ever know me,

No one could ever see me,

Seems you’re the only one who knows what it’s like to be me,

Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with

Someone I’ll always laugh with

Even at my first, I’m best with you, Yeah!”

 I was supposed to post this on February 15, 2014, like I’d promised but you asked me to withhold this post. Anyways, here it is. Again, I love you so much, Aishwarya!

Oh, a great friend just shared this picture, and I think it perfectly describes you and me, so here goes! 





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