A tight slap and a tight hug for you!

Ye olde idiote!

For lack of company for lunch, today I decided to catch up with three old friends -- SRK, Kajol and Rani. So out came the DVD, and I settled down in my chair to watch the first half-hour of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, before I went back to hit the books. Then came the scene, "Rahul aur Anjali ka phir se jhagda ho gaya! Rahul aur Anjali ka phir se jhagda ho gaya!" And I remembered you. I know I told myself not to remember the moronic you the whole of today, but I did.

I don't know why we fight. I don't know why we fight SO much. I don't know how we manage to forgive each other so easily after we fight. I don't know how we talk normally the next day as if nothing had happened.

I don't know how we're friends.

You have made me laugh. You have made me cry. You have made me angry. Like today. You managed to piss me off royally (and now I can't even remember why!) and I stormed off. And though I don't want to see your face or talk to you or communicate with you in any form at all today, look at me, blogging about you. You absolute moron. I don't know how I can feel like I hate you and love you at the same time.

But you know what?

When I look at how I see you, my friend, it shows me that I am capable of unconditional love.

Some time ago, I wrote a letter to your would-be-wife. Told her frankly that I will step into the background if she wants me to. But here's something. Until that happens (if it does), I won't budge an inch away from you. I'm right here. And I will stay right here. And I don't know why I will be there. But I know I will be. All the time.

I will be there to tell you that you look like a duffer in that shirt. I will be there to tell you that you look (kinda) handsome in the other one. I will give you pointers on how to patao girls. You can hit on them all you want, but if you become friends with them, I will get slightly jealous. Actually, more than slightly jealous. I will be there to listen to you tell me all your stupid stories. I'll be there to listen to you gloat about how that hot girl kissed you in that bar. I'll be there to listen to you tell me how someone at the airport thought you should be a Bollywood star. I will listen to all this and not go, "Yeah, right!"

If I perceive that you're gonna get your heart/life screwed over, I will tell you that you're gonna get your heart/life screwed over. But you won't listen to me anyway. After all, we're all hazards to ourselves. But after you get your heart/life screwed over, and need someone who won't say "I told you so" I'll be here. I will give you a big hug, and make you some hot pav bhaji, and we will sit and watch Dil Chahta Hai together (with nachos and super spicy tomato dip) and laugh. Sounds like a plan?

But once in a while, I will get really angry with you. That's just my way of showing you I care. That things you say or do affect me. Can you handle that? 'Cos If I didn't care, I'd leave you alone and just go my way. But I won't. I will show my anger. (I may apologise later after thinking through the issue, depending on whether it was my fault in the first place.) But at that point, I will refuse to talk to you. I may be very rude to you and say, "Who cares, just go to hell!" and storm off.

But before I storm off, I will turn around and say, "Lekin yaad rakhna, mere jaisi dost tujhe aur kahin nahin milegi!"

'Cos it's true and you know it.

~ Sayesha