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To Friendship!

Thank you for being:
My friend
My guide
My confidante
My colleague
My student

 Thanks for :
 stealthily making lemon juice at midnight
 coming on long bicycle rides on the IITB campus
 taking classical music lessons with me
 making me read and forcing me to write
 bumping into me at Strand
 fixing train timings and screwing them, too
 motivating me to attend Sanskrit lectures
discussing "Tom Joad" with me
learning French and tolerating my dismal linguistic skills
translating "tum se hi"
singing "Tere haath mein" from Fanaa
listening to the endless drone that are my lectures
sharing my Kafka and Sheldon Cooper obsession
becoming the victims for my culinary experiments
sharing a samosa paav with me
losing your mind over Paradise Lost
parsing sentences
scanning poetry
looking for SPOCA and glides
calling Gus a scoundrel and taking that as a  complement
sharing a silly chain with me
doing a planchette with me
gifting me a nailpolish with the hope that I might take to fashion
debating politics and ideology
sitting in S-21 with me
accompanying me to 7-11
tagging along to Gaylords
sipping a fruit beer
pointing out the "Mandir" at kanjurmarg station! 
coming on treks on the IITB hillock
taking me and my teddy to Goa
marrying me 
welcoming me into your family
calling me Athige or Tai 
teaching me Tulu
watching a movie with me
playing badminton with me and taking my abuses sportingly
heroically sitting by my side as I drive
laughing at my silly jokes
talking sense into me
fighting with me
consoling me
loving me so much :)



Thanks for reading and liking this piece :)







Comments

  1. UnknownAugust 4, 2013 at 12:49 AM

    Nicely put, Sham! Friends are undoubtedly a major part of one's social sphere. Friendship surely doesn't need words to cement it but gestures. I am thankful to you for encouraging me to keep writing. :) . Thanks again for being a "friend".

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  2. Gauri RaneAugust 4, 2013 at 3:38 AM

    Simply beautiful & beautifully simple :)

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    1. ShaminiAugust 4, 2013 at 7:39 PM

      Gauri,
      loved the way you put your comment. creative writing, eh?
      thanks so much for the comment !

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  3. LakshmiAugust 4, 2013 at 6:35 AM

    Loving you for being you!!! Nice piece Shamini.

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  4. Nitin ShiralkarAugust 4, 2013 at 7:02 AM

    Good one...

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  5. Nitin ShiralkarAugust 4, 2013 at 7:04 AM

    You missed one:
    Risking our lives to eat your food ;)

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    1. ShaminiAugust 4, 2013 at 7:37 PM

      thanks for reading the post. thanks for the comments .
      maybe this comes closer : becoming the victims for my culinary experiments
      hope you all continue to risk your lives looking forward to more food-filled times:)

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  6. ShaminiAugust 4, 2013 at 7:38 PM

    Hey Lakshmi ,
    wish you loads of fun dear on this friendship day ! thanks for the comment.
    cheers:)

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  7. MrunalAugust 7, 2013 at 7:25 PM

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  8. MrunalAugust 7, 2013 at 7:37 PM

    I still remember the first day we had met. We connected instantly.
    Of course, you were the one who started talking first. And then... you kept talking n talking... ;)

    so many memories related to our Ruia days.
    Local train journeys, English major classes, Veg. Frankie,
    Fruit Beer, DP's, Vada Pav/ Samosa Pav (We have had vada pav so many times during those years that I could not have it for at least next one year. :) )
    miss those days...

    Shamss... thanks for being a part of my life.. n thanks for the being the way u are!! :)

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  9. SarojaOctober 17, 2013 at 5:47 AM

    This is lovely, Shamini! How come I never saw it before? Thank you too, for some of this and more. :D

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