My "EXCEPTIONAL" FRIEND

I have this exceptional friend of mine who is exceptional in most of the prescribed fields. Yes… yes, you are right. I am indeed going to write today about this person after the long break that I took from blogging though are no special reasons why I should be choosing this person as a tool of revival. And, yes all that I am going to tell you is a firsthand flow of words. No double thinking and no editing… well-almost. Reading along should make you feel that you would get to know just the same way had it been you hearing me.

This was, I believe enough of introduction and let me carry on with what I began with about my exceptional friend. Everyday we together spend more than 3 hrs together in the public bus only to name one. Of course, we travel during all those hours and nothing more (for all you pervert minded) and nothing less (for all you dumb-witted). And, those long hours are being judiciously utilized to argue, to gossip, to debate, to eating, to sleeping (the best one though I am rarely allowed to submit myself to the slumber), to guffaw at fellow passengers etc. And, any one of us rarely listens to music which is the most popular and fashionable thing to do otherwise. You see none of us really gives a damn to an iPod!

So, one such afternoon when we had managed to find a roomy space for all of us to stand (getting a seat is like hitting a jackpot) I decided to be the listener for a change. I was not only listening to the speaker here but also to the two empty stomachs grumbling. But I ignored the latter and gave my full attention to the words uttered begging for my attention.

And, so HE began.
“Hey, you know what- Once in Hyderabad in the evening we had a power cut!”
And, I snapped feeling hungry all the more, “Big Deal! It happens every fortnight in here”
To this he gave me I-am-hungry-too look and carried on with a reinforced patience.
“Yeah, there is no Big Deal in that but I have hardly said anything. So, that one evening when there was no power… I had gone downstairs to play since there was really no homework to be done (he looked smugged and I looked dismayed). I must have been 5 Yr old-ish kid at that time.”
He knew it that I have begun to take interest.

“-and dinner time was NOT approaching. Well… I was just loitering around in the name of playing of which my mom certainly did not approve. I was evening-dreaming lost in my own world. Taking two steps in the forward direction and exactly half backwards and then again some uncountable number of steps in random direction. This process was done repeatedly- (definition of loitering for a 5 yr old kid I guess). And, like any other 5 yr old I did not like loitering at one level. Some elevation in the path made loitering even more fun. Climbing over stones, boulders, road blockers, or just anything raised from the holy ground level was one of the objectives of the process of loitering.”

By this time I knew that I am going to enter into one of his oldest memories. Probably the first one too by the glint of his eyes. The grumbling sounds of the empty-stomachs and the full-bus dissolved into nothingness.
“And, I was just lazily circling around. Then, something caught my attention and I ran to hop over it. With both my legs I jumped on it. In the distance my mom could even hear the thump sound.
Naturally, by this time I was more interested in knowing what he had jumped on than the lunch menu.
My eyes begged him to continue.
And so I hope yours too for my next blog.