HAR EK FRIEND ZAROORI HOTA HAI; Episode 3: Ms. “Angel” (simply that and nothing else)

Girls will as much be girls as boys will be boys.

We need to simply have those drama sequences, anger on things we would laugh about later, fashion and shopping talks and yes, a shoulder to cry our heart out. At this stage I must admit that while expressing all this at once does drain you out, it takes an almost superhuman strength for the person who is unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end. So thereby I christen thee my angel for your god like strength to all my turbulence.

When you have found your best friend you know it. You need not have been chaddi buddies or long-time acquaintances. The moment you develop your secret language of gestures, laugh out loud on things alien to others but extraordinarily funny to you, sing LP songs together and comprehend the silent promise of being there for each other – you know you have been hitched up for life! :P

Your achievements are multiplied manifold when she speaks about them. You are the ultimate stylista in her eyes (No one ask for my wardrobe collection at this stage please! ). People who have wronged you, are the devil’s advocate according to her. She will shroud all your mistakes. She does the impossible job of highlighting your qualities where you see fallacies. She will remember each and every thing you said even when you forget, and remind you those crucial tiny details when you most need them. When the world stops listening, she hears you. Her eyes will always find you, when the world confers you invisibility. In essence you feel “like a boss” in every aspect of your existence with her lovely presence, motivation and encouragement.  

 In this superficial world around, only her apologies seem sincere for missing a hangout, for landing a missed call on her cell phone or non reply to a “need you” text message, because those convey truly her sadness at not being able to. She will let you be a critic on all her works first before passing it to the rest of the world, being a happy obedient student while you be the bad, criticising teacher. While I am ferocious in any wrong done to her, she teaches me how can the same defence be conducted with gentleness. At time when anger clouds all sense, she can calm you down to a level-head, graciously taking all the steam that ensues in the transformation.

You may be sullen if she remains out of the picture for days on an end and foolishingly assume her probable indifference. Yet she enters the portrait of your life again as if she never had gone anywhere and you simply can’t remain cross. You feel just so happy to realise she was somehow invisibly present all this while.

All my secrets, I shamelessly bare before you,

My joys and happiness as much yours as mine,

However harsh the times we may be going through,

Till my angel looks out for me, I know I will be just fine.

Let me tell you my angel, the radiance with which you light up everyone’s life is unparalleled. The world remains a bit dull without a smile on your face. We may not be together all the while (and I hate your college for this always) but don’t be gloomy ever because of people who do not deserve the blessing of your friendship. Be happy for all those who cherish you in the manner you should be. Remember that being happy is a key part at excelling at all your undertakings. No doubt that you have already made your mark in all fields possible. Next time do that with that 100 watt waali "takatak" smile.