friends by chance

i hv had many frnz in this little of life so far....some close, some very close.

Friendship....as we all might hv experienced throughout…just happens.

u just can't do anything for it.....

This post, is about two stories....in fact two reminices…two of my best ever frnz.

It started four years back...when I joined bansal classes for preparations.

(if u hvn’t heard abt it, its india’s leading coaching institute situated in kota)

The competition was tougher than ever….toppers of school became toddlers in

Front of that huge crowd. I fell in one of the lower batches in bc. In bc, if u fall low,

the system will not let u get up...

I tried , tried and tried to rise again…all in vain.

Flustered, frustrated… I just left everything to fate.

MUKUL

I still remember that day…after another hellua test paper, I was sitting

In the mess waiting for naans. On test days, the mess workers had a

tendency to work lazily. Everyone on my table was impatient…waiting,

waiting and waiting. Finally the naan arrived….only half in our fate…

haan bhaiya, naan?...the mess worker asked the one sitting adjacent to me.

Yaar jo bhi hai daal do… a tired voice said.

I looked at him… he smiled at me.

11^th? I asked....yes… he replied. We started talking, he was also a lower

Batch student…topper in school…toddler in bc

We were going thru the same state of mind…

`In tougher times, we make better frenz.’

I met him again…in the park from where I used to bring water….then at siddharths

Tea shop…then in class…and again and again.

Fate brought us in front of each other every time.

We started accompanying each other to mess…to tea or to bc.

We started visiting each others room

Every evening he wud come to my room, and ask….samose khane chal raha hai.?

And I wud say…. yaar abhi padhna hai. He wud press a little more, and I wud give up.

Halfway to siddharth’s, he wud say…sale tujhe koi bhi kabhin bhi kamre se utha sakta hai.

And we would laugh along…..

Samosas and panipuri…two tasties that strengthen our friendship more and more.

Even if we were going somewhere else passing siddharth’s, he wud say….`yaar samose garam

lag rahe hain’ just by seeing them….. And we wud end up eating cold samosas.

He left vigyan nagar in around December..shifted in I.L township.

We still regularky saw each other in bc.

But yet…those wonderful evening samosas were heartily missed.

Around the last few months in 12^th, he shifted back in vigyannagar.

In a few months, classes were over and we were left to prepare for the exams.

Most of the students left kota…. Kota now felt really boring.

Both me and mukul stayed back…and once again…the samosa days started, this time with addition of

paranthas and amar dhaba.

we prepared for the boards together.

After the board exams, mukul also left for delhi…….

ANKIT

the first time I saw ankit dubey, he was eyeing a girl in the front row…

that din’t leave a very good impression on me.

Those days, when we had newly arrived in kota…I was a bit too idealistic….

Never tell a lie…never bunk a class…keep away from bad boys….

Aur gaaliyan…tauba tauba

Besides, ankit had his own group of friends…all of whom seemed to fall in the bad boys category.

This made me refrain from him and his group.

We were again in same batch in Q7….i was a front bencher…and he..the typical last bencher

Throwing comments…starting the maro-maro….that was all I knew him for

But I did get a few chances of sitting by him when I got late in class…

Around those days…my ideology started to change,

All those things which I avoided earlier…seemed fun now.

We got the same batch again in 12^th class…

His was one of the few known faces to me…and now,my front bench habits were gone…

I also started relishing those comments…taking part in making disturbances.

We gave the first paper…and hell broke loose on me. I had given a great exam…and I messed

up the paper code.

In objective papers…that is equivalent to harakiri.

Though I tried to cover that a lot, still I fell from B7 to C6…

God….once again those lower batches

I gloomily went to attend the first class in C6…going to sit in the backbenches…

When a voice called…hey madhuresh..yahan aja …pankhe ke niche.

That was ankit, I thankfully accepted the offer….

.and since that day…our friendship started to blossom.

We found that we had numerous similar likings, especially playing with words.

During the C6 days, we named every girl of our batch…mimicked every teacher…

And threw combined comments…

We called C6 a duldul…just can’t get out of there

The teachers were very boring….`we are not spoiled for choices’ that was his fav line.

We worked hard in each others company…and after 3 gruelling months, we got rid of C6

We had helped each other out of the duldul….yes we had done it… we got different batches

this time....but still kept in touch.

In between…I discovered that both mukul and ankit happened to be housemates in I.L…

Though ankit was a Brahmin, he was a full fledged non vegetarian…

Non veg food was a passion we both shared…and ended up eating together many times.

Especially the grand finale we made in firdous restourent…

I remember the day we celebrated his birthday…me and mukul surprised him at his room at 12 am

We partied with almonds(we finished his whole supply)….and played cricket till 3 am

……….finally leaving his room at 5 am

After the classes were over…ankit left for his hometown for boards…

We three…me, ankit and mukul…befriended each other separately..

And ended up being mutual frenz.

But why I only wrote about these 2 frenz?

Cos these friendships were designed by fate

We three hail from totally different places…and chance

brought us together.

this...is my first post on my first blog. i got the inspiration to write from mukul and wanna thank him a lot.

i wrote this one for my own pleasure but wud love ur feedback.