Thursday, January 4, 2007

And They Still Stick Up For You..

It's astounding how one person can harbour so many bad habits. Before I sound like a self-help book, let me clarify that I am not talking about the human race in general, but about myself. Jumping straight to the habit that's causing the trouble today:
You hop, skip and jump along life, making friends and losing someone. Smart people keep in touch with their friends. I, for some reason, don't. I have a fundamental problem in communicating with people who have really mattered to me at some point in life. Call if fear, call it laziness. I can't pull you up for calling it either, or some other third thing, for I don't know what it is. Some things fall into perspective a long time after they actually should have.
Law School does some things to you (I was wondering how long it would be before I sprung up with the dreaded phrase 'Law School' in this formerly chaste blog). For one, it makes you value people. Friends of the past. Friends of the present. One more than the other, at different points in time.

Friends of the past first- School friends, colony friends, lunch-break friends, bus friends, standing on the bus-stop friends, ice-cream pals, please-return-my-notebook this time buddies, I-know-you-stole-my-eraser-but-I-can't-say-anything chums, don't-pull-my-hair friends ,your-mom's-a-brilliant-cook friends, you'll-never-date-me-so-let's-be-friends friends..sigh..they come in all shapes and sizes!! For some really sad reason (the un-locatable and un-nameable one I spoke about 35 seconds ago). I am stupid. I really miss you people. Forgive me for not calling, not returning your calls, not meeting up and all those things I did, if you can. Beofre I launch into more detail, I'll have to check the waterproofing of my laptop. So, everyone who I am referring to here, and you know who you are, please understand what I haven't said like you always did. Overlook this one of my many flaws. And get in touch with me ok..I PROMISE I'll call :-(

Friends of the present now- You guys are getting lucky..I am caught in a nostalgic web, so I am foreseeing that I'll miss you people once I lose touch with you (I can correct it only after I've done it..). Here school specific, the 'some people' who are my world. You're my support system, my assets. My room mates, who I can return to at 12.30, in any mood, and feel safe throwing tantrums with. And of course, the men in my life, who well, are the men in my life. The chivalrous, polite individuals, who willingly throw their shirts over the ditch so that I don't (just) get my feet muddy., The brave souls who fight off the goons on MG road (or at least say they would have done it, after 101 Nilgiris has conquered the enemy and put them behind bars..not to forget, their painful recollections about how hard police-women slap).
For clarity (especially for Anwesha; I promised I'd write about her), the ladies are- Aishwarya, Anwesha, Divya and Pooja (this is purely alphabetic). And the men are safe in my heart (haah..there Aishwarya, no luck..but I know you love me more than they ever can hope to).
And non-law school, Arlene, you're the woman on top!! I love you, muah muah, even when you scandalize me. Oh yeah, and Jehaan, you're ok too.


pooja.ananth said...

hmmm...wat can i say? i know how it feels to not keep in touch wid the ppl who mattered to you at some point in your life.

you just gotta know one thing... frenz are sine qua non at all points of time... Sigh!!

i dunno why but i feel like sayin this... u mean a lot to me... love you :-*

Ashi said...

oh yeah and jehan you are ok, just change the picture... ummm ok no smart alec comments.
as for bhav, i am just waiting for her guit trip to get over. as for sticking up... i am a stick in the mud :)
as for her friends, except for me nothing better happened in her life. all those pictures except for pretty me, bear testimony of her sad existence.
there you can see all my louve gushing out for her, there is loads trust me, i go through every day and successfully suppress the urge of killing her.
muah all my love(i am being kind since much to her ignorance no one but i love her)

Vinayak said...

Well, it was nice to see my photograph up there;needless to say, a well-written blog...
Otherwise, all i'd like to say is stay yourself: upbeat, practical, sensible; and may your wise words continue to knock sense into us fools again and again.

Ashi said...

ref: vinayak verma
he well is being himself, need i say more

Goel said...
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Goel said...

Discovered... That my laptop is waterproof.

Amber said...

Late but better late than not…for one who need not spare its flaws…
From a lazybone and what-not….not much of a poet but hoping to be bachelor of laws..
Due apologies to V. Seth.

“..Smart people keep in touch with their friends. I, for some reason, don't”…So become smart lady…don’t let your friends become a thing of past.. and yes do keep in touch even in holidays…kidding.. smart people(read me, this time) respect residential curfews..

“ I am foreseeing that I'll miss you people once I lose touch with you”… But hey why lose touch in the first place..

“..there Aishwarya, no luck but I know you love me more than they ever can hope to.” :-(((

as for the title “And they still stick up for you”….Hmm…now that I wonder why they do it..since you are “ person can harbour so many bad habits..” let me think ..there’s just a wee bit chance that they do it because there might be some things about you that just makes them do it..they just can’t help it...and what might those things be..hmm..well now thinking just out of top of my hat how about sheer niceness,brilliance, the ability to bring a smile on the face of your friends anytime and being someone who really cares…

and regarding “..I have a fundamental problem in communicating with people who have really mattered to me at some point in life..” there are times when u don’t really have to say you care..they can still sense it….though one must learn to say the things that one wants to say…(now I am speaking without any locus…but then, where would we be without armchair critics..)