I never thought I would turn into one such person. After all, there are so many great things to eat in this world. Who would want to eat Bhau of all things? It is tasteless; it makes you an egoistical nincompoop and it alienates you from friends.
I guess I am just lucky to have friends who care. Of late, I pick up calls just to say that I will call back. I reply to messages after a gap of often a day. I clear my mailbox every alternate day and sometimes even over the weekend. Gtalk pings are seldom answered. Communicator and outlook rule by day jostling for space with power point and excel. I ditch people who want to meet up over long weekends. I refuse to come out early from office for dinners.
I guess this is how people lose friends. Slowly people figure out that you are no longer interested in meeting them and then they surgically remove you from their lives. If you are lucky, you find someone who agrees to marry you and that is the only friend you have left in the world. However, I do not want to be such a person. I really don’t.
Everyone has stress in his or her lives. Nevertheless, that can never be a reason why you cannot meet up with friends. But suddenly in my life a situation has come where this has begun to happen and often with alarming frequency. I know I am working on it. I guess I will be able to get by with a little help from my friends.
Therefore, until I become civilized and cordial like I used to be once upon a time, bear with me since any day I would prefer a lunch with you than eat bhau. I hate bhau khana as much as I hate Karele ke juice.
I think humare dosti pe kisi ke nazar lag gayi. People always had an issue with how I manage to keep in touch with my friends and taking a cue from the most famous roadie I say, “main international blog pe bol raha hoon. Hasna mat. Kisine na mere dosti ke upar jadoo tona kar diya hain.”
So, buri nazar wale/wali tera/teri muh kala.