Of Threads & Bonds

So now I get some of it, not all. There were times, when they made me run till I wouldn't run out of breath. Watch that terribly scary movie, while I screamed and clawed their hands so that I wouldn't fear the other demons I'd meet in real lives, or was that just for kicks? Make fun of me and tease till I would get angry (which wasn't too difficult) and beat them up, and they still wouldn't stop, so all the teasing by random losers didn't even make a mark. 

They are shamelessly possessive, terribly kind , incredibly crazy and hilarious to the point of being ridiculous, wait a minute, they are!

Brothers. The best characters in my life.

There hasn't been a moment in my life that hasn't been influenced by one of them and at times all. We grew up together, we watched each other rise and fall, make it big in our lives, celebrate each others accomplishments; whether it was climbing the first mango tree together or graduating with honors. They nursed me when I was unwell, bore all my tantrums, taught me a million lessons. The immense pride and regard that I have for them and everything that they do is inexplicable. Role models, Superheroes, Knight in shining armor; they fit the bill for all of them, and more.

I have a million reasons to thank them but majorly for introducing to all the cool apparently "boys will be boys" talk. Ask me anything and not everything about computer configurations, football clubs, action movies and I will yap your ears off for hours together.

Not because it's Raksha Bandhan, or maybe it is because it makes me miss these guys more than ever. And despite distances, arguments or time, we are going to be this crazy bunch of old timers, listening to 90's bollywood tracks, chasing dogs on the road, driving a beaten up old car and laughing till we couldn't breath.

Lights.Camera.Drama.

The two masks associated with drama represent the traditional generic division between comedy and tragedy. They are symbols of the ancient Greek Muses,Thalia and Melpomene. 

Yes, stop rolling your eyes and wondering,"When the hell is she going to get to the point? and give us that life altering piece of wisdom, WHEN GOD WHEN??". You see now, why i picked to write about drama. I'm full of it. More on that later. 

So in our lives too we see a little of Thalia and a little of Melpomene; the comedy in how we tragically try to deal with the blows/lemons life gives us and the tragedy that we fail to see the comedy when its glaring right there in our faces. We end up way too much time trying to take ourselves too seriously and also making ourselves look like we mean business. I mean seriously, think about it, what purpose has that served. Remember when, the kid with bat always ran the show, "Merko batting nahi milega, toh main bat leke ghar jaa raha hoon". See, you owned the place!

Ok, not the best example, but you get my point right. People who say they hate drama, are just plain bored, boring or belong to Sweden. 

And me, well ask my friends and they will exaggerate a whole lot and it still won't do justice. Some may even go to the extent of calling me obnoxious, then again I flap my arms in their face and ask them to change their minds, whilst singing a song. Face it, we all need a little bit of fun,excitement, crazy emotional confrontations, lots of gasping and 3 times slapping of the poor souls around you (I am Divya Galagali and I have watched one too many Ekta Kapoor shows) 

We all have a flair for the dramatics, Indians I mean, and if you're a descendant from some other country, GO BACK <insert foreign name here> GO BACK!!! I'm just kidding, no seriously, Go!

Nautanki zindabad! This will be my party ka slogan/war cry/celebratory words,you have to vote for me. Voting Lines are open from 21:00 hours, The individual who votes the most, gets a evening with me , complete with bhel puri, nimbu marke and mosambi juice ( Please get your own plate and glass,thank you). Hurry up!!

Those who were looking for some sort of gyaan or have an epiphany on reading this post, I do not make apologies, but since you'll cry and make a big fuss about it, here you go.

“All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed” 
                                                                                      
                                                                                                                      - Sean O'Casey

Lessons from my friends

All my life, of all the things that have come and gone by, most of which I can't remember but what i do remember is always having a friend by my side. Right from kindergarten up until now, the only difference between then and now is , back then I had 1, yes just 1 friend ,she was this cute adorable oddball like me,still is!! And now, I have a bunch of crazies, who claim to own me and call themselves my friends (well i do too.. we agreed to complete ownership rights of each other!!)

As a kid, I was extremely shy,reserved and I only did talk to my family and friend (yes, just the 1), as the years passed by I realized that "other people", aren't that bad after all.. they are in fact quite nice (well most of 'em). I inferred that my friend seemed to get along well with them and the fact that she didn't get eaten up also seemed to help somehow.

Lesson 1: People are nice, Talk to 'em.. Just talk!

Cut to college, I met specimens (still talking about friends). I say this because these guys had to be custom made for me (and me for them). They had and still do have, the ability to make me laugh while I cry, kick my ass while I sit, make me dance and call me Micheal (yeah.. Jackson.. who else?), come up with the most ridiculous and hilarious plans which always seem like a good thing to so. Yes, my friends are closet magicians  ,indeed I am truly blessed!

Lesson 2: Love and trust the people who love and trust you. 
And Don't panic if a dog starts walking behind you, but if it starts running, you better do too ..panicking and running!!

So i continued with my education, bless my parents for having faith in the grey matter of my brain. This time around, when I say crazy i really mean it!! They sneaked around and taught me how to.. drove people nuts and taught me,this now failing art.. eliminated my residual sanity and branded me a complete and certified crazy. They never failed to make my day by just being in it.
Lesson 3: It's never too early to start having a good time, 
if you decide you are not good enough, ask the people who believe in you more than you do in yourself. 
And ..always... have an alibi for your last night's whereabouts.. always!!

I went to school and then college and then some more, most of which I can't remember. But what I do remember is.. the school band I joined because of my friend and found the love for the most beautiful thing in the world: music. Overcoming my inhibitions and fears. Laughing.. a lot!! Making everyday a day to look forward to.. living it...loving it!! 
I could do all of it or rather I can't imagine doing any of it, if it weren't for my friends. They say classroom is the best place to gain knowledge. Agreed. They say life is a great teacher,you learn as you grow. Agreed. But I have to add, friends teach you the biggest lessons ,no school teaches or no teacher can read from a book. You just need to find the right "educators".

Lessons from my friends, 3 and counting.... Now available in Spanish too;))