M'ladies

M has had a baby! A baby boy..and so that set me thinking about which one H would have and it is my great fucking intuition that it will be…. a girl! Ha! Lets see what happens.

Meanwhile, with all this time in my hands I’ve been wondering… why is it that those who are my friends, are my friends?

M: straight-face funny. I feel she would have fit clean into one of those witty, tough guy, twenties ,gangster roles, loaded gun and cocked hat included. I love having her along when the gang meets up, however, I can never quite get round to having a decent one-on-one conversation with her. Eventually I expect her to go something like, “alright Johnny, laughs over, now hand over the goods”

Nats: Floating up in the clouds forever n ever n ever, she giggles if anyone tries to pull her down to reality. Exasperating at times. But shes a true-blue, 100% genuine, call her up any number of times in a day, friend. She is also my conscience with all that generosity and goodwill and faith in mankind and an infinite ability to love; I feel if everybody knew a Nats, the world would have been a better place.

H: occupies the other side of the spectrum. The devil speaking into my left ear. She provides me with the much hoped for ‘why not?’ to all the whys I ask. Actively encourages me to put my finger in every pie and has requested me to hand over my love life to her once I’m 30. But most importantly I am very proud of her for surviving tough times and look up to her, for her simple policy of be smart and stay strong, not that shes ever put it that way.

Ms. Das: My ideal travelling companion, surprisingly adventurous and someone whom I always feel would play fair, no matter what she stands to lose. Plenty of substance, the only one among my friends to share my love for Agatha Christie and even find her witty. If I were a man (or a lesbo), she would be the woman I would be with (notice how I don’t say, ‘if she would have me’, I have this unfounded but utter belief that I will be exceptionally good at wooing women).

Sloth: In Mumbai, I moved in with a baby, a stranger and a vamp. Sloth was the baby. While we bonded quite a bit over corporate bashing, what really sealed the deal was, tada! a bad, or perhaps, just a sad, break-up. She was the only one physically present at the time, and for a baby she showed immense perseverance and patience as she nursed me thru it, letting me groan and moan, contributing to my rants on new plans and dreams. And now I am sitting here, patiently, with my fingers crossed, hoping she gets out of the rut shes stuck in.

The Mint with the Hole: In our first spell, back during the d-school days, we were mostly roommates, with nothing in common other than a sense of live and let live. However, by the time I returned to Delhi, a year later, both of us had changed quite a bit. While she retained her over-the-top helpful nature, Mint with the Hole was no longer somebody who cooped up in a room day in day out, she no longer worked herself into nonsensical frenzies and instead has turned out to be awesomely chilled out.