Sunday, May 17, 2009

yeh dosti na ho to, kya phir bolo ye zindagi hai...

We were pretty edgy those days. But then anybody having to put up with an evil boss is doomed to negative mood fluctuations. That’s considered normal biological reaction. So to put out the fire that was burning in our eyes for weeks, we decided we would use the weekend to wash out . After about 100 suggestions and debates, we chose this serene beach that was in the suburb of the city. Nothing to complain, it came with a resort and Smith knew the place very well. Thumbs up, everyone. Friday evening. Happy weekends-Byes- Have Funs, exchanged. We were six in the gang. But Titto always gave a don’t-you-do-that-to-me look whenever we tried to woo him with a plan. No gimmicks could buy him. So that reduced us to five-Smith,Pinks,Lav,Meerkut and me. Considering having and not having Titto would literally mean the same, we were quite fine and decided not to push him. 6:00 PM; Smith was talking about when she would come to pick us all the next day. She was the chauffeur of this so called self-propelled vehicle. Commutation was never a question as long as Smith was there. So getting back to the plan, discussion hit heights on when we should leave and things to do and the like. Meerkut was lost in google images, as usual.

Lav had other plans but because we threatened him, he agreed he would come, though the flip side of his brain was seriously working on how to wriggle out. I am sure of this because he didn’t turn up the next day.

“Meerkut, 9:00 AM ok?”, I asked

She threw a look which seemed to say whatever, just get lost.

“Meerkut?”, Smith went

This time she put a face like she has committed some serious crime.

“God, Meerkut, did your program bomb?” Smith raised an eyebrow. She was in no mood to bid bye to her Friday evening and do some binge recovery.

“Nope, nothing actually”.

We let out a sigh of relief and continued our discussion.

“Actually, “, Meerkut started

Meerkut was called “The actually Meerkut”. You wouldn’t find any sentence that came out of her, with out this word actually.

We paused, when Meerkut says actually and stops, it’s not good news.

I clenched my fist,prepared to give a blow, if she were to say she was not joining us for the trip.
“Actually…”, Meerkut went for the second time.
Nobody said anything.

“My dad wants to see me sooooo much”. That sooooooo was long enough for my fist to tighten harder and my breath to wheeze faster.

“Would you mind if I just drop out?” And she put up a face like that cute puppy on that Pedigree ad.
Meerkut is basically beautiful but under such occassions, beautiful faces didn’t really count.

That’s it. I was going to say something real bad that she would never talk to me again.
Smith gave a pat on my arm, something that acts like aspirin for that gushing headache.
“How can you..” I started
Meerkut held onto the puppy face.

Smith did the talking. For a while, they were talking.

It was our first weekend plan after months and we were so desperate to get some break. It seemed like a Monday morning when Meerkut came up with this reason to back out. GOD.I hate it when girls throw tantrums.

I sat there pretending to work, hating Meerkut for being so daddy’s girl, but all my senses were fixed on what Meerkut and Smith were saying. I wondered how could somebody be so calmly responding when someone busts a plan like this at the last minute.

Finally, I saw Smith hugging Meerkut. She gave a peck on Meerkut’s cheek and said, 'it’s okay sweetie, you go on'.

What the heck? They looked like they were exchanging congratulations like you do when marriages are fixed.
Meerkut turned to me. I turned away. I am not good at handling such situations.
Finally, Meerkut picked her bag, pretended to put an apologetic face again, and hugged Smith with a smile as if Smith was the one who let her free from a plan to clean the city’s drainage.
Titto didn’t come. Lav wasn’t sure. And now Meerkut, gone.

I was as angry as a tiger, okay, tigress, when Smith came to me, smiled and said it was ok. I put a face which said how could she do this and how could you let her go.

That’s Smith for you, she can understand everyone even if it meant getting ditched at the last minute.

She was helpless, she had to go (Smith’s version of Meerkut backing out).
She ditched us (my version).

So I thought the plan was down in the dumps; no point sitting across the beach and making faces at your own shadows. We were not the Dil Chahta Hai trio, you know.

But the next morning, Smith and Pinks were at my door, right at 9:00 AM and guess what, we drove like Schumacer, ate like that famous Peter guy (who broke records for maximum eating), sang like American Idols, cycled like (I don’t know any renowned cyclist’s name) and told each other stories from our own lives as the sun made a face to go down. By the end of it, I felt, it was actually like that song in Dil Chahta Hai, though Meerkut,Lav and Titto were terribly missed.

That was one of the best days we had. I thought it wouldn’t happen. But that’s Smith, for you; she makes things happen.
Meerkut and I did not talk for a week but made up after she brought us all a yummy chocolate clad marble cake.
After so many days, so many changes, I am sitting here alone today, missing those beautiful moments which really did not mean much then, but make my life a lot richer when I think of ’em.

With all my heart and love, Happy Birthday, Smith !


Smi said...

Oh my God! Nobody could ever expect such a beautiful and precious birthday wish.. Thank You Sandh..

I cant just express how those moments passed right in front of my eyes when I read through this. Did you forget about the swimming pool fight?

Such a lovely lovely day.. True that if meer and lav cud have joined, it would have been lovelier:) Miss you all sweethearts!

PurpleHeart said...

ohh yes I did !!! Swimming pool was the breaking part of the day !!! Missing u all too, Smith, so much !

Chronicwriter said...

hahaha... meerkuttssssssssssss rocks.. with actually..

chrizgood old memories

PurpleHeart said...

ohh she does ! Actually was her classic line ! :)

eye-in-sty-in said...

Whats life without a lil drama.. :-)
Whr did u go, if u dont mind my asking...! I'm guessing it was not a theme park :P

PurpleHeart said...

Nope it wasn't a Theme park; it's this little beach called Varkala near Trivandrum; a coastal village. :)

eye-in-sty-in said...

Little lost beaches ... ah! what joy! :-)

PurpleHeart said...


eye-in-sty-in said...

btw, are u in Cincy or back in India?

Sandhya said...

Cincy..:) KIngs Island is about 10 mins drive from here...:D

s4n705h said...

yeah one cant forget those old times. they surely rock.

one of my friends also had the habit of saying actually but we mimiced his style so much that he ACTUALLY stopped saying actually..

The wrld cyclist is Lance Armstrong

PurpleHeart said...

Yea, Santosh, we also tease her a lot that she has cut down on the number of actuallys..:)

And whoa, Lance Armstrong was great information.Will remember !!:) Thanks.

eye-in-sty-in said...

Ah! 10 minutes... how I envy your location... :D
I'm an hour away - Now only if you were not chicken... :P :P

PurpleHeart said...

ha haa !In all the right spirit, I AM! :D

eye-in-sty-in said...

Since coasters are out, will the chicken like to trek at hocking hills?

ARUNA said...

i loved the adorable!!!!!!

PurpleHeart said...


RedTulip said...

ACTUALLY i know that am commenting after an year... and ACTUALLY these days i dont say ACTUALLY... ;)

nice post dear... those were great days... our plan 2 plant... coffee breaks... treats n prj parties... trinfy's most densely populated cubicle... bottle throws @ nyt... hmmmmmmmm... missing all those...

Curls... said...

I have no idea how I landed on your blog Sandhya. But it was so amazing to read thru this post. :) You guys were such an awesome fun gang. I still remember you and Lav carrying out those office chair races in the cubicles at 8pm. :D I never got to hang out too much with you guys but still.. they definitely were fun days and reading this post is now making me all nostalgic. :)