Day 4: My Closest Friend (s)

I’m not the kind of person who makes friends easily. I’m socially awkward, have trust issues and generally not the one to warm up to random people. But I have been lucky enough to find friends in the most unlikeliest places… friends with whom I’ve shared my deepest, darkest secrets, my fears, insecurities… who have listen to me rant, who have supported my crazy decisions and then stood by me when I was on my knees picking up broken pieces of my messed up life. Yes, when it comes to good friends, I’ve been very lucky.

Today, I’m just going to write about ‘one’ such friend. (I literally picked up chits to decide whom to write about.)

Milan I’ve known Milan for – omg! – close to a decade now. She was one of my roomies (we were four girls) back when I was an undergrad student. I remember the first time I moved into the tiny room… we spent the first night quizzing each other about our likes and dislikes. Later, I wrote in my journal “My roomies are really sweet though. Not bitchy or difficult to get along with… but I’m sure we’ll never be ‘best friends’, know what I mean?”

I have never been so wrong about anything in my life and for this, I’m glad. We turned out to be more than just ‘best friends’. And I’m happy to say that even today, Milan’s one of my closest friends.

We shouldn’t even be friends, actually. Milan loves Shah Rukh Khan and watching Hindi movies while I prefer Almodovar or Wong Kar-wai (and ahem, totally despise SRK). She enjoys music from old Hindi films and I’m more of a metal-head. She loves cricket and her favourite player is Dhoni while I’d pick football and Iniesta over the former any day.

But somehow we found a balance in our friendship. I used to tag along with her to watch Bollywood movies, rolling my eyes and tut-tutting throughout and she’d accompany me to watch Harry Potter. She made me listen to, and then fall in love with, Hum Bewafa and I introduced her to Lighthouse.

We love dogs and if given the chance, would leave everything behind to simply travel the world. We both love Love Actually and still faithfully watch Grey’s Anatomy. But most importantly, she’s always there when I need her. She listens without judging. And believes in my dreams, even when I don’t.

Milan, thanks for everything. You’re a star!


Reasons Why I Didn’t Watch the Super Bowl

…. Apart from not knowing anything about it ;)

Everyone’s been talking about the Super Bowl, but I want to put it behind. Unfortunately, a look at my friends’ list, tells me I’m one of a kind. I don’t care much for pizza, and Beyoncé’s kinda lame. In fact, now that I think about it, I don’t really care much for the game. Give me soccer any day, heck I’ll pick cricket over it too… But the worst thing about the Super Bowl, is that it reminds me of you.


A short post dedicated to an awesome, awesome guy who loved the 49ers. I’m sorry, (unlike you) I just cannot rhyme… Darrell Cost, this one’s for you. Cheers!



Life Lessons from the ‘Boro Bachas’

I have a bunch of ‘cousins’ (aka Boro Bachas¹) whom I’m pretty close to and despite the huge age differences (as much as a decade even), I love hanging out with them. I’ve known them since they were horrid little babies :) and spent many a good weekend baby-sitting them – until very recently. Now however, most of them have moved away and it’ll probably be a while since we all get the chance to meet up. Nonetheless, I’m glad to say we’ve managed to keep in touch (thanks to the marvels of modern day technology) and have a vague idea of what’s going on in each others lives.

Now, I’m sure most of you will agree that hanging out with ‘kids’ can be enlightening in many ways. You pick up their funny lingo (“That’s the shizz, yo!”), get to listen to some ‘interesting’ music (Lil Wayne anyone?), and watch movies you’d never thought you’d watch – in the theatre (Hello, Don 2)!! So while my friends wonder in amusement what joy I possibly get from spending so much time with them, I kick back and let myself be entertained ;)

Here are a bunch of things that I learnt from my wonderfully awesome ‘cousins’:

* The importance of repeating everything twice. “Dude, dude, check this out.” – or – “Listen, listen.” – or – “This Arjun, Arjun…” — Now, I don’t know why this is important (there’s probably some secret, unspoken code). But it is. You HAVE to repeat everything twice.

* Boardgames are awesome. How many evenings have we spent playing Monopoly (and secretly stealing money from the bank while a certain someone was busy texting) or Cluedo or Taboo! People say kids nowadays are way too engrossed in video games and/or cell phones. I say, you’re wrong. Well, 3 outta 4 times at least ;)

* The art of bluffing. Be it bluff or poker, I picked up some really handy tricks from ‘the kids’. Like for instance, never ask, “Hey listen, listen…What if a person, has four Jacks?” DURING the game.

* Killing zombies is way more fun with a bunch of people. And that punching random buttons on the controller can help you come up with some pretty awesome combat moves.

* Picking ice-cream based on their colours is actually a pretty awesome idea – and it significantly simplifies the tedious decision making process!

* Collectively hating a football team is way more fun than yelling at your TV alone. I’ve also learnt that 1) If you say “NOOOO!!” with great conviction, your team won’t concede a goal and 2) If Silva touches the ball, Spain won’t score.

* Dancing awkwardly to desi songs you’ve never heard before can be fun if you have the right people (and enough alcohol in your system).

* Orange sheesha is pretty damn neat.

* Costa serves a mean vanilla frappe.

* And no matter where you are or what you’re up to, having a set of people you can call family (and who’s ready to listen to your BS) is indeed, the greatest gift ever.

¹ Boro Bachas in Bengali literally translates to big (w.r.t to age) kids

Drunken Theories

Over the years, my various best friends and I have spent many (inebriated) nights discussing ‘deep’ stuff… existentialism, Mayan history, men (haha), Functional dichotomy of neutral and acidic sphingomyelinases in tumour necrosis factor signalling – OK, I just kind of threw the last one in to see if you were really paying attention ;) (If you’re more interested in reading that though, it’s available on Science Direct: Cell, Volume 78, Issue 6, 23 September 1994, Pages 1005-1015)

Anyway, moving on… although we tend to discuss the ‘serious’ topics mostly when we are more-than-just-a-little tipsy, there have been plenty of times when we’ve just talked about silly stuff and spent hours laughing/giggling over apparently nothing. But my favourite moments from these (seemingly) inconsequential conversations are the times when people come up with quirky theories … some of them funny, some ridiculously random… but all worthy of a blog post!

So here goes:

Survival of the fittest: The real reason why babies are so cute

Now most people find babies cute, right? My friend Ping came up with an excellent theory as to why. Her theory’s simple: if babies were ugly no one would clean their poop. Genius! Babies can’t talk. Puke & poop at every possible opportunity. Cry. And are a gigantic drain on your finances. Why would anyone in their right mind even want one?!? Because they’re effing cute, that’s why! Clever little snots. If you think N Korea is planning world domination, you’re wrong. It’s them babies.

Faghag’s way outta marriage (sorta)

This one’s a gem (thanks S!). If you’re a woman in her 20s, chances are everyone’s been talking about getting you married. Not ready for commitment? Don’t want to be tied down to one guy for the rest of your life? Marry your best guy friend – you know, the one who’s gay! He doesn’t have to come out to his (ever so judgemental) family. You don’t have to ‘settle’ for some random, boring investment banker your parents pick out for you. Win-win. You’re welcome.

Quest for a ‘Soul Mate’

On a slightly more serious note: How often have we talked about soul mates and finding “The One”? Too many times to count. According to my close friend V, instead of looking for a best friend, a lover, someone on the same intellectual level, someone you can talk to anytime, someone to share your troubles, etc. in ONE single person, we can have them [the qualities] in two or three people. So instead of finding one person who checks of all the boxes on your perfect-guy list, find someone who checks the really important ones. This works smashingly if both the guy and girl give each other enough time to build friendships outside the relationship.

I could give you a few more… but let’s not make the first post too long, eh?

Hasta Mañana!