Jab We Met

Its been a week of hectic blogging in my blogging circle (at least by our standards!). Posts are appearing right, left and centre. Am having a fantastic time reading some great stuff (and some crap too ;)), commenting on them and then sitting and churning out some myself (crap, i mean ...lol).

Most of the guys i read are from my friends circle. Except maybe one or two who are acquaintances or some stranger who writes so well (or so funnily) that i am compelled to read his stuff. So, this idea crossed my mind (as do many others) on having a post on my favourite bloggers, not about their blogging -its for the world to read and comment-but how we met.

So, here I go (for reasons best known to myself, I am not using your names. Who knows you may sue me!)

My first memory of 'D' goes back around four years back. He was our teacher then. Still is, for that matter. He was a stern taskmaster, with an acid tongue and a bulging waistline (all of which have been proved 'phoney' as time progressed). As we were on the last leg of our grad education, I had the opportunity of getting acquainted with him better and discovered a lot of hidden 'talent' (for want of a better word)- a well read guy able to discourse on almost every topic under the sun at the drop of a hat, a great (sorry GREAT!!!) cook, a good dancer, an avid quizzer- even though he doesn't participate, and a good friend, teacher and guide. The only thing he probably was lousy at was this computer stuff. I once had to configure his internet settings over the phone sitting 90 kms away! (this wasn't supposed to be about me, sorry! :)). And yeah, i forgot. A very good writer. And i take pride in the fact that it was probably me who inspired him to blog (come to think of it, it has been the case with many of my friends- okay, not many but 3-4 atleast :)).

'Q'. Not THE Q from the 007 series! My first memory of Q is from an accident which he was in. My acquaintance (and friendship)with him started at a Quiz when he and his partner stopped the onward march of the reigning college quiz champs (no points for guessing who they were) and help topple them from their high pedestal onto the ground. That day, i lost a quiz and gained a friend (friends actually- he came in a package that included his buddies and his sweet little girlfriend). We were going ga-ga over his various capabilities that included, among others, a knack for making some really good paintings (or is it something else? i am not familiar with the jargon, so forgive me. Still, he owes me a t-shirt with a picture of mine drawn on it!); being a smooth liar with a straight face and in general, a pain in the arse; when we came across his blog and the material contained therein. No use commenting on the stuff- it is for the world to see (and relish.)

We move on to 'J'. I had just finished a press conference (raised eyebrows??? Yeah, i did. Once.) Then this gorgeous girl comes to me (okay, not gorgeous but good looking;), not fat really- slightly plump would be a good word and a broad beaming smile on her face) and says to me: "Did you check my 'Orkut' profile yesterday?" I was flummoxed. What do I reply? Admitting to checking out profiles (that too female) wasn't a good impression upon me. (On second thoughts, it would be better than checking out guy's profiles, waddya say???;)) And at a time when I was at my nervous best with a show to conduct the very next day! I made some noncommittal noises and was thus introduced to an 'out-of-the-world-creature'. We spoke a few times during the next two days at the quizzes and life was back to normal when I stumbled upon her almost two months later on an IM service. We chatted. It was like she chatted, with me inserting some cute little words like 'really?', 'you don't say so', 'you did that?' and 'ah!' Still, it wasn't as bad as I am making it sound :). So, we chatted and talked a lot over the next year or so and became friends- close friends as she calls it. I got an invitation to her wedding already, anybody else got it??? :) Well, she is an incessant chatterbox willing to enlighten you upon any subject you wish to, providing ideas, suggestions and 'the-girl's-side-point-of-view' on matters of the heart (sometimes even providing conflicting pieces of advice on two consecutive days!) with her secret wish being a superwoman who could break some bones at the office and the skull of her boss. (There! I bared your secret J. Hope your boss doesn't read my blog for your sake. Hope he does, for my sake though ;))

We move on to X now. Second day at med school, he was without a book- the manual on dissecting dead people, so he comes over and we read it together. I notice a keloid on the nape of his neck and ask him what the hell that is. He replies- 'Thats my third nipple'. Thats my first memory of him. Since that day he has proved himself an a**hole many times over (third time in three days, i am using this endearment!), a miser to the core and what not! Still, he remains one of my closest friends, who leads me on various misadventures (from which we have luckily escaped unscathed- remember the princi's door?), bores me with his drunken calls [the first word invariably being 'a word starting with K that translates into a wholesome fruit in Hindi' (plagiarized without permission from a certain blog):)] and confides in me (over a glass of spirit, of course!)

So, thats it. Quite a long post. And not quite interesting, except maybe to the persons concerned. Still, here it is.

And thanks guys. For being my friends and enriching my life (and also for being the subject matter of this post :))