Dost aur dosti

Friendship Day went by and as typical of me I forgot to wish most of my friends. But they know me well, and they would have been hell worried if it had happened otherwise. Well, that’s me yet I am shamelessly not bothered about it. Perhaps that is what friends are for. No expectations just rock solid support.
Like the one when two gal friends decided to parade the entire capital on an antique two-wheeler without a license and a flimsy helmet. Just because we didn’t have boyfriends to give us flowers on Valentines Day while the rest of the world was too busy proclaiming their love. Hell the world even if it meant a direct drop to hell. Because heaven was never meant for us. Dear M that’s been the best valentine I’ve ever spent.
Or the one, when yours truly stole a helmet in broad daylight from a crowded tea stall. Just because the driver happens to be a dear friend whose helmet met with a same fate earlier that day somewhere he doesn’t even bother to remember. But I’ve heard about “tit for tat” for long and decided to give a demo for once. My friend was too nervous to drive back while I was busy inspecting the steal which had a damaged glass. Dear GD, do you remember how you got the glass repaired and crowned me the craziest of all?
Even the one, when two gal friends (mostly broke) hitch-hiked their way from college everyday and saved the money to treat themselves to orange candy bars. And on occasions very few when the University Special bus did ply, stood at the last stepping board of the bus with the rowdy guys. Playing antakshari and singing loudly to add to the woes of the high profile bimbos. Dear R do you remember how the bus driver and ticket collector heaved a sigh of relief when we got down?
Thank you all for your acceptance of my upfront madness. This is an ode to my friends, small yet impressive group of tolerant people whom I’ve embarrassed at many a time. Some I’ve lost touch while others have stuck like a Fevicol. Yet every distance traveled together imprints strongly on my mind. And they continue mailing me with the subject screaming, “Today is my birthday wish ME”.
Ooops…when will I change at all?