saturday's with my pudding heads...!!

"friends are a source of a happiness,they bring happiness and joy always"
this quotation is etched around three smiling kids on a red board which adorns a wall in my bedroom.. when i received it 7 years back on the 30th of June it passed as "just" another gift.. but today i look at it when i'm suffused in sadness,i think of it when i experience a loneliness more bewildering then ever experienced in a large group of "friends"... i look at and all worries n vexation seem to fade away like an aloof memory..!the ones who gave me that gift are the ones i consider my greatest of friends..when i'm down in the mouth,when i'm elated and when i need somebody to listen to me at the other end of the phone line i look no further..they act like a bunch of screwballs but they are my trophy... :)

we parted ways in 2002 in search of interesting vocations,making new friends along the way, each one nuzzling in their own cocoon but there is still tht thin string of friendship tht holds us all together...a togetherness that we rekindle every(well almost every.!) saturday at NAL Grounds.. man to tell the truth those meetings are the ones i eagerly look forward too.. its normally a no-frills attached affair..we all meet up in front of arloose's house,wait for the rest of gang who normally come 30 min after the stipulated time(6 years and tht's not changed.. koti,jagan are u readin..!!),call the ones who stay nearby and then chat away sitting on bikes and parapets..!

koti gets kicked around,koti gets jacked by his own words,jagan cracks some incomprehensible PJ's, murthy complains about her paramecium not cooperating on the dissection table(yup she's a buffalo who is also a bio-chemist in the making.!),convince kulla to give a treat for his new mobile(his company provides him the latest nokia model every other week..!!asshole!),savi kvetches abt wht suckers her teammates are and yours truly gets belted(i ve kinda got used to it!) for her pudding head gyan.. after all the talking and laughing(i cant remember any other time i laugh till there are tears in my eyes n i'm holding my stomach in pain. boy!!phew!) and swearing we walk down jeevanbhimanagar road for a glass of juice n chat.. normally funded by some unsuspecting screwball..! with a smile on my face i get back home convinced tht its not a lonely world afterall.. boy crazy saturday..!!