After a lot of experimenting, I think I've found what one can truly call close friends. I'm upset we'll be separated soon when we begin going to college but I'd like to reminiscence our silly rantings over the phone, like the one I had recently.
Don't you have one of those days where all your friends just call you one after the other? Yeah, you feel all popular for that moment but you know it was just a string of coincidences. Still you're convinced that you have awesome friends who love you and like sharing details with you. I'd like to share some of them here now and then. My friends don't know I'm doing this so I'll change their names. Maybe they will find this in a couple of years and laugh it off, who knows. Well, they don't even know I have a blog, so that'll take a while.
I've picked new names for them by simply asking them this question: if you had to arrange a false identity for yourself for the purpose of national security or something, what new name would you give yourself?
So recently Jane Doe called me. No hello, or how's it going. She just jumped right in.
JD: I hate my parents!
Me: I'm great thanks. You?
JD: Arrey yaar! I came back all the way from Dadar after class and I was tired but blah blah blah and so that aunty wants some Ganesh idols so my parents have forced me to go with them all the way to Palladium. I don't even believe in idol worship anyway blah blah blah and I wanted a Sub for lunch but my mom wanted a Mac so we had to buy my Sub then walk all the way to Mac but then my parents realized they need groceries from Big Bazaar so they made me, me, their very own daughter stand outside the place with these ganesh idols in one hand, McDonald's burgers in the other while they shop for cauliflowers in Big Bazaar.
Me: Bursts out laughing.
JD: It's not funny!
Oh it was very funny. I moved to the window facing the building gate as I normally do when I receive phone calls because my phone is dabba and always needs an excuse for bad cell phone coverage. If I don't, the voices on the other side start getting distorted. Anyway, I'm pretty sure Jane Doe's parents wanted something else from Big Bazaar but I don't remember what she said exactly so I'm sticking to cauliflowers because come on, cauliflowers are just funny, am I right?
No? Just me? Okay..
Me: Woman, why couldn't you tell them you were tired and you'd rather stay at home.
JD: I don't know.
Me: But, why?
JD: They just don'!
Me:Gasp! Right now there was a lady who walked awkwardly up to the gate, looked around, probably saw me at the window and just stared at me and then just walked away. It was kinda creepy.
JD: Oh okay. Maybe she's stalking you.
Me: Yeah right.
JD: Yeah, like, maybe she's been watching your every move and she's waiting for the right moment to kidnap you or something.
Me: See, this is probably why you're not allowed to be home alone Jane.
JD: Bursts out laughing.
Don't you have one of those days where all your friends just call you one after the other? Yeah, you feel all popular for that moment but you know it was just a string of coincidences. Still you're convinced that you have awesome friends who love you and like sharing details with you. I'd like to share some of them here now and then. My friends don't know I'm doing this so I'll change their names. Maybe they will find this in a couple of years and laugh it off, who knows. Well, they don't even know I have a blog, so that'll take a while.
I've picked new names for them by simply asking them this question: if you had to arrange a false identity for yourself for the purpose of national security or something, what new name would you give yourself?
So recently Jane Doe called me. No hello, or how's it going. She just jumped right in.
JD: I hate my parents!
Me: I'm great thanks. You?
JD: Arrey yaar! I came back all the way from Dadar after class and I was tired but blah blah blah and so that aunty wants some Ganesh idols so my parents have forced me to go with them all the way to Palladium. I don't even believe in idol worship anyway blah blah blah and I wanted a Sub for lunch but my mom wanted a Mac so we had to buy my Sub then walk all the way to Mac but then my parents realized they need groceries from Big Bazaar so they made me, me, their very own daughter stand outside the place with these ganesh idols in one hand, McDonald's burgers in the other while they shop for cauliflowers in Big Bazaar.
Me: Bursts out laughing.
JD: It's not funny!
Oh it was very funny. I moved to the window facing the building gate as I normally do when I receive phone calls because my phone is dabba and always needs an excuse for bad cell phone coverage. If I don't, the voices on the other side start getting distorted. Anyway, I'm pretty sure Jane Doe's parents wanted something else from Big Bazaar but I don't remember what she said exactly so I'm sticking to cauliflowers because come on, cauliflowers are just funny, am I right?
No? Just me? Okay..
Me: Woman, why couldn't you tell them you were tired and you'd rather stay at home.
JD: Nah my parents don't like leaving me alone at home.
Me: why?JD: I don't know.
Me: But, why?
JD: They just don'!
Me:Gasp! Right now there was a lady who walked awkwardly up to the gate, looked around, probably saw me at the window and just stared at me and then just walked away. It was kinda creepy.
JD: Oh okay. Maybe she's stalking you.
Me: Yeah right.
JD: Yeah, like, maybe she's been watching your every move and she's waiting for the right moment to kidnap you or something.
Me: See, this is probably why you're not allowed to be home alone Jane.
JD: Bursts out laughing.
