How Many Kinds Of Friends You Got?

The Chuddy Buddy- These types are the ones you come across when you are in your chuddy days. Not that I mean you walk without them now but this category of friends are made when you are in the teletubby watching age. The ‘Hi!Mela naam ABCD hai. Kya tum mele sath kheloge’ age. These are the best kinds because they have known you all your life and you can remain your own self come what may, rather than the present sketch the world has chalked out. But the bad thing is these types might not even know the existence of your current avatar and you never show it to them too because that’s best.

The Old Friend- Prone to be mistaken with the first category but the difference is these are the comparatively less loved ones. Mostly a phrase used by your father or relatives when they say “ Oh Beta! Mr Puranadost is an old friend of mine. Main usse bolke tera internship wahan karva doonga” type. You get the picture don’t you? These come in handy for future favors. Just know that some day even your present enemies will call you his/her old friend and that day my friend will be your day of redemption. *Evil Laugh*

The New Friend- The type you just met and whose future in your little life story remains unknown and questionable (subject to vice-versa rule). You can include your recently made College friends or Work friends in this category since the margin of how much you like them continues to fluctuate hundred times more than the stock market graph.

The Friend with Benefits- Oh!! I read your mind and I know what you are thinking. So don’t act like you don’t know what this means. For crying out loud even my lil brother knows the meaning and it is ‘Friendship+sex=sex buddies’. Growing in its numbers as we talk, these are the most benevolent and self satisfying type. Need no more explanation I guess.

The Nameless Friend-These are the type you refer to as “You know my pimple faced friend.” or better still “That friend of mine called. You know that traditional oily haired chick from my work”. You know their names but you find it more amusing to refer to them by your own made pathetic adjectives like “the gay looking hairless chest bearing friend of mine is coming down for dinner”

The Secret-Bank Friend- Yes these are the confidants. The type you spill your secrets to because they have this hypnotizing yet hallowed aura around them. You trust them blindly and tell even your dirtiest secrets as if they are church priests. But mind you these kind are the biggest Gossip mongers and will be bartering your secrets for someone else’s !

The Just-Friends Kind- Again these are the ‘Are tu chup kar. ABCD and me are just friends’.  You see this everywhere these days. It’s like the thunder before the commitment status. All celebrities vouched to be Just friends with their partners a week before they burned in the fumes of commitment.

The Enemy Friend- They are originally the people you hate but desperately need. They could be your roommate, team mate, a genius classmate, your boss. According to the statistics (which I just made up), 99.9% the hatred is two ways.

The Resurrected Friend-  The ex friend who just sprang back to life after years of dead status. They come back after so long that you even forget why the friendship died. But wait!! They will remind you the reason again!

The Ex-friend- Friends who are now your top rated enemies. Reasons could range from money, backstabbing, lies, sex or everything. No more description.

The Crushed Friend- This is what makes a lot of people Emo-ish these days.The boy loves the girl and blah blah blah but the girl gives the boy the FRIEND status. The girl likes everything about the guy and wants her future boyfriend to have the character traits of her FRIEND guy. Its like telling him ''I like your Resume but i wont be giving you the job''. So you get the whole idea. For the guy, the girl is a CRUSHED FRIEND

P.S- I gave you two posts today. It would be clear to you by now that I am bored and have nothing better to do with my life right now. Holidays are ending and I might not be drugging you with my posts for a week starting now. Till then miss me. *Gives a Creepy hypnotizing look*

P.S.S- There are more kinds but my brain is getting dizzy. So add up any other extra types you know exist, in the comment box :)

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CHUDDY BUDDY

It was my 29^th day to school. That’s what my grandma told me and that’s what I remember it to be. Amma was running around the kitchen packing my Tiffin-box as granny forced me to drink the much hated Horlicks and me pinching my nose shut while drinking it. Dressed up in my green pinafore uniform with a white handkerchief pinned on my chest and the letter V carefully embroidered on the end by my Grandma. Frowning as my mother managed to tie my hair which usually ended up looking like a hibiscus flower sprouting from the middle of my head. Two green eyes trying in vain to make Amma know that school isn’t where she wants to go today. I was forced to wear my school bag with the bottle around my neck and I hated everyone at that moment. Papa gave his bear hug and I tried to wriggle out of it.

Auto- uncle came with his ever smiling face. He took my bag and said “Aaj tumhe kisi se milaunga. Tumhari nayi dost.”

As I walked towards the auto I saw a girl my age, with a pinafore longer than mine sitting with her head bent down and shaking her legs. Nervous was what I became then. Many things were running through my head. “What should I talk?” “Why is her uniform longer than mine?” “Her hair is better than mine” “She has a Scooby Doo bag” “Does she too like power-puff girls?” and so on the thoughts went.

As the auto started, the alien girl managed to look at me. I saw big black almond shaped eyes staring at me. The Kajal was running down her cheek because of the tears. Auto uncle said “BABA, aaj uska pehla class hai. Beta, Baba ko apna naam batao”. So the Auto-uncle had cracked the ice. The girl looked at me and with her voice cracking through the tears she told me “ASHIMA”. Then the silence continued.

The auto came to a stop outside our school and the driver gave us our bags. Since I was 29 days more experienced than her I quickly put on my bag and started to walk. Something made me look back and I saw the Almond eyed girl struggling with her bag. Something made me go back and help her. Something made me hold her hand and make her walk with me. Something made me tell her “KG 1 mera class hai, tum mere sath baitho”. Something made me share my pencil when her pencil broke. Something made her smile. Something made me feel like coming to school every day.

Its been 17 yrs of friendship now and she will always be my First Bestfriend. She is States away from me, but even when you do not get the time to message or do not call for months, the friendship never fades. When you finally get the time to talk, it feels like you have been in touch everyday. I have been lucky to find some gems on my way and she is one among them.

I plan to remain her friend till we are as old as these two ladies and if there is any beyond, then that too :P

  

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AN UGLY HEAD

Writing after a long long time, but as long as it’s coming from the mind entangled with the heart, who cares. Amateurish but can be surely dealt with.

         Of late I have been having this strange emotional fixes where things seem bright one day and the very next moment they are like dark clouds with the silver shining raped off. It’s like I have been seeing the brighter as well as the ugliest side both in the gap of a split second. I console myself saying “Baby you are just growing up and you have to go stomach the wicked snarls and sometimes the malevolence of life.” I think everyone goes through this, but obviously every person takes his emotions and feelings as par excellence to those surviving besides him and so do I.

        You get into a relationship thinking you won’t sink in too much because the future remains uncertain and you hold your guards up and sail into it. But the guard falls down and you eventually drown into the relationship that it scares you. The relationship you knew your heart can resist and keep it as the present moment of happiness becomes the fear factor you live with. You don’t want to loose it but you don’t want to keep it because it’s scary. Because it has the power to break you, to change you, to make you, to hypnotise you. The character in you which you are so proud of and in my case my so called practicality clings on to the last straw it sees to stop itself from drowning. Nothing works out the way you want it, yet everything happens the way you desire it to be. You heart wants it and your mind recoils at the thought. Your mind is clever and your heart is like a whining kid.

         Even in friendship this ugly feeling crops up. One moment they are like the world to you and you can do anything for them. According to you it happens vice versa and on the brighter days it does. But sometimes the darkness crops in and you see that everything is not that blue and shiny. You will be backstabbed, you will be left alone and lonely, you won’t be understood, you won’t have them at need always. Because of this you tend to return those sentiments and things get worse. Now come on everyone is ruled over by their emotions and you won’t smile at someone who sneers at you. It’s a totally different point whether they meant to sneer or not. It might be a misconception of mind but I hate it.

         The joyful past seems covered in the mist of mechanism of the human mind. You fail to realise that nothing is lost and you get jealous of the bright days the people around you are having. Their perfect lives, their perfect everything. I should start living my life. But again its long time that I realised that I cannot control my head and ups and downs are as inevitable as death itself.

This blog might make no sense to anyone who reads but it does to me and that’s all I care.