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Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Me, Myself and KB

I called my sister today after couple of weeks, which according to my mother is a very long time and her five year old daughter picked up the phone. She became a bit too excited when she realized that it was here MAMA on the phone. Now, there isn’t much that you can talk to a five year old but sometimes they say things which make an impact on you. This post is a direct result of the question that she asked, "Mama, who is your best friend?” I know that it’s pathetic but all I could answer was “Call your Mummy.” When I thought about it, I realized that the closest thing to a best friend I ever had is KB.

When I first met KB, he looked like a creature from the superior side of the world. He looked like the IITian I always wanted to be. Now he pretty much looks like the guy I never want to be(A bit too skinny and no girl, other than the one his father will find for him, will ever look at him). With three fat books in his hand, a tired look in his eyes and a scowl on his face he was trying to get them issued from the Central Library. He was just about to leave, when I asked him to get a book issued for me too. I was too lazy to apply for the Library Card when compared with others in my college and had realized that if I dint act fast, all the pertinent text will be gone in no time. He hardly knew me back then but still he did me this favor, which till today seems like an unreasonable act to me.

I lived three rooms away from him for a period of more than two years and have known that KB would never deny a favor to anyone. I know that he is a bit too self-involved but who isnt? Its not like we never had any differences, as a matter of fact we had loads of them. He often accused me of generalizing, picking up weirdoes as COOL people and not being able to develop a personalized taste in literature. He often tried to win arguments with reason and I defied him by quoting examples from history, facts and statistics. None of us ever lost in a discussion but both of us always won.

When this semester got over, everyone started to head back to their old homes or their new jobs. KB was stuck here because of his pending research work and I had to rot in my hostel because my course requires me to spend this summer vacations in college. I never felt that I would miss any of my college friends because, forgive the cliché, it’s a girly thing to do. As I am writing this, KB is in a cab to the railway station, headed for a career in a company that does not deserve him. Trust me on this one, as KB is the only person I know who got a call from IIM-A but dint even bother to attend the interview. To end it all, I would quote Joni Mitchell from Big Yellow Taxi,
“Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you've got,
Till it's gone”



Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is so true, really. :) Nice post. The departure of my best friend from my life (She got married) two years back was majorly responsible for me creating a blog. She was my sounding board before that.

Good friends are hard to come by.

Oh and btw, I LOVE this song by Counting Crows. The lyrics are so amazing.

Nice post.


6:16 PM  
Blogger Amit Goel said...

Handa.. I liked that u missed someone today..it always feels bad when best friends go distant from you..even i remember my good old college friend rohit..with whom i talk on phone or exchange mails..
U also have Emotions ...great yaar..
What about ur other best friend AB ? ;)


2:49 AM  
Blogger Me said...


Sarika, the original is by Joni Mitchell and in my opinion Counting Crows is nothing else but a hybrid of Van Morrison and R.E.M. They are kids, good kids no doubt, in front of Joni aunty ;-) Seriously try the Joni version if you have time.

Amit, AB has left for Hydi. :((

3:05 AM  
Blogger Pal said...

Hi INTEL(Handa), really good posting. I can feel the silent pain inside of u.
And abt ur friend KB, though I dont know him personally, but I am sure that he got an wonderful self-respect & inner-strength (who can turned down IIM-A). 'Successful' is decided by others; where 'Self-Successful' is by oneself. I am sure, KB doesnt care abt 'Successful'. So wish him a very good self-successful professional life.


5:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heya 'anda,

it isn't girly to miss people. as a matter of fact, just returned from a friend's farewell party, and gave him a long hug, because i know he'll miss us. you hate to admit it, that's all.

next time, make sure you don't miss that chance of saying goodbye.


5:47 AM  
Blogger Me said...

Thanks for the comments.

Palash, a smarter man than me, Woody Allen once said, "80% of success is in showing up". Hope you get the point I am trying to make.

Nemesis, I am sorry if you got the wrong impression. I did not miss the chance to say goodbye. Its just the fact that he left made me write this stuff. As far as my knowledge goes, Nemesis means," Something causes misery or death". Man... You need to live up to the nick. Dont be so nice to me the next time ;-)

11:43 AM  
Blogger little Princess said...

Hey there, Ravi...
Nice blog as usual...its always nice to remember old days and friends.

2:01 PM  
Blogger TheDQ said...

Yea nice post :-). On some similar lines i had heard of a REC suratkal student rejecting big companies offering hefty salaries, to accept a 1.5 lakh pa job at DRDO :-)

2:28 PM  
Blogger Som said...

KB and Handa - two diametrically opposite personalities.They still make good friends! What pulls it off?
Is it about how they have been to each other or the integral disposition of the two individuals who spent time with each other?

7:39 AM  
Blogger Me said...

Sana, Nupur.. Thankz...
Shouvik.. I think KB can answer your query better than I can. ;-) contact him for further details...

5:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice Post Sir...emotional ho gaya hun......

7:54 AM  

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