Redefining Abstractions: What are friends for

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Monday, May 16

Convenience Rules.

at 4:11 pm

So people say 'friendship is over-rated'. Probably. It is very easy to tell someone how they weren't there for you without realizing how difficult it was for you to be there for them.

Just that, I have learned to be not there for people for who friendship was only a matter of convenience. I do not want to be extra nice, a heroine straight out of Ekta Kapoor serial who will go out of her way and do anything like a super-heroine for someone or anyone. The world is living on convenience, I can too.

No, I know, people will never accept that they weren't there for you, only they have justifications. Nobody does/ says anything 'wrong' on purpose. Everyone has a justification for their every action and every word.

I am purposely being convenient by not being there for you. Because, you taught me it. 'Not being there when needed'. Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Monday, March 8

To all my Girl Friends :)

at 11:31 am

It's International Woman's day today. And unlike previous times when I wrote stuff about women empowerment, saving girl child and the like, this time, I have decided to dedicated this day to all my girl friends.

All those girls who matter to me, who made a difference in my life by just being there, who I could talk to in times of distress, who I could laugh with over nothing, who I could gossip with, bitch with, rant with, go out shopping with or simply chat online with.

I want to let you know that you really really mean a lot to me. Even if you are married, have kids, have a demanding job or family issues, because of which 'our time' has become limited; but all those moment which we spent together and being there counts.

Thank you. Really.

For listening to me.
For giving me those advices which I already know.
For helping me learn new recipes.
For laughing over my non-sense jokes.
For helping me get out of useless relationships.
For standing by my side.
For bitching with me, gossiping with me.
For all those parties you threw for me, all those gifts you gave me.
For loving me, even though we have points of disagreements.
For keeping my secrets.
For being honest with me.
For making me laugh with all those cranky jokes.
For being there.

And,
For Jhelo-fying me :)

I specially want to mention Divya, Harshita, Rupal and Vibhu. My Best friends for ever.
And all you Virtual friends, from Blogger and Twitter.
If you reached here from the link I gave you, it means you are significant for me..

Love you all

Mwaaaaaaaaahhhhhs :)

Saturday, July 11

Calling all Online Friends

at 6:48 pm

Gmail and Gtalk are my lifeline these days. I do have an account for Yahoo, but I use it very occasionally.
Last night, just out of the blues I logged into my another long abandoned yahoo messenger account. It had been hacked and all, so i had to abandon it. I haven't logged into that account for ages. I logged into my mail box as well expecting yahoo to had delete it for non usage, but to my surprise, it was intact, but of course flooded with spam mails. I was just surfing through it when I found an email from a friend. There were some pictures attached. It was from Rick, an online friend. He was an Aussie.

And it all came back to me.

I was fresh into the college that was when I had my internet connection at home. Yahoo chats had been so in those days, I too used to pass a considerable time on them.. I would have bumped into him in some Chat rooms, I cant even remember the details. It has been so long.

Very calm, down to earth sort of person he was, as much as I remember. He was a photographer, located at Sydney, almost my age, I was 18 then. He lived alone with a friend who was his best friend's sister. Her name was Nancy. He use to tell me a lot about Nancy. She was under depression, unfortunately her mother and brother who happened to be Rick's best friend had been inside the WTC on 9/11. I remember he told me that when he was very drunk and could not even remember he told me about it the very next day.

His dad was a farmer living somewhere in the country side nearby and his mom lived in New York with his younger brother. He frequented to NY lot of times to see them.

When my id got hacked, I lost contact with him. He was there on Orkut, but anyhow, he deleted his profile. At times, when I read mails like how people found their long lost friends and relatives on social networking sites, I do search for him, but no luck yet. :)

I dont know why am I writing this, but since I recalled that friend of mine who is not in contact any more, and I am unable to locate him, I just want to let him know that he is being missed.

Now your turn to tell me about any such online friend of yours outside of the blogging world. You may or may not be in contact with them, but you still remember them and want them to know you do.

Thursday, May 14

Days look beautiful when things are near back to normal..

at 1:45 pm

I was wondering why friends come back when they need you. I was pretty messed up. Was even thinking to give up that is so unlike me. But some of the comments of my readers on the two posts previous to the voted one made me re-think over it.

And then I realised, the person here in question was the same one who has been my lifeline all these years.. So what if the flow of the time and life took him a few steps forward. I tried to keep pace but it wasn't working, he is way taller than me and take too long steps..
But he was still the same.. The one who was my twin-soul, who understood things even before I expressed them vocally. The one who has been my only comfort, the one who dint have to be told things, he guessed them..

Awww.. Even keying those things down brings me an ear to ear grin. And I was gonna let you move.. How could I? I feel opprobrious when I think about it..

So it happened this way, I realized that since you are my 'bestest' friend or as we always say- 'next to best friend depending on the situation', I have every right to fight with you and confront you. And since I know, you would never actually realize the ice, I would have to intimate you about it.

I know you were uneasy about the things, but I never showed and you never saw that I was "throwing attitude".

Apology, you know, never holds any importance to me unless the other person makes a point to not repeat the mistakes.. And you, are an amature when it comes to saying sorry. Okay, I know, Erich Segal says, "Love is when you don't have to say Sorry". Never mind.

You know, bringing me back to normal isn't a daunting task for you. All you have to say is, Okay, You said that.

The way you are trying to resolve the things is cute, you know..
I cant stay annoyed for a longer time you know that too, though I haven't told you that the ice somewhat melted on its own when I heard that song on TV- which song, doesn't matter, 'cuz you wont recall the thing it is related to.

Anyways, You know you matter hell loads and I missed you hell loads..
Ketch'up. Fast. I am waiting in the mid way.

Love you loads...

I made this video playlist at myflashfetish.com

P.S. Expecting a love story is analogous to expecting a rock concert out of Ghulam Ali

P.P.S. This post would not make sense to many of you, I apologise already.

Monday, May 4

Totally random!!

at 2:15 pm

Why is it that 'friends' keep coming back to you when they need you and when you are in need, you are all alone?

P.S. This concerns no-one in particular, it is just a random thought.

Sunday, May 3

Featured- II

at 8:25 pm

*Ahem*
This is yet another attention seeking post :D
I am featured ;)

Please navigate to Raka's blog to find out what do I have to say to her on the occassion of her 500th post. Yes you read it right. 500th.

Thursday, March 19

Dil Kya Chahta Hai??

at 5:40 pm

The school life is something you really cant forget or let go, particularly the last year of school wen you get into the senior most class, masti-ing all the time, along with the pressure of scoring good..

Its been 7 yrs I've left school, but the moments that I really cherish, are kind of embedded on the screen of my mind as such, and every now n then, the play button is pressed..
as just reminded of one of those, so thought of jotting it down...

12th, the haunted course, (Board exams),
We used to have Eligibility tests in mid Augusts. As the name suggests, they were meant for checking the eligibility of the students, for the school can send the forms of the successful students to the board.. though schools send the appearing forms for every student, still for the purpose of making students study harder, they had this formality..

So coming back to the story,
We had our Eligibility test.. And it was Accounts exam the next day.. Also it was the day wen the movie was going to be released..

'Dil Chahta Hai'..

The most awaited movie of the year.. How could we miss the thrill of the "first day first show"..

Hard written practice n clarity of fundae, over confident me,
"yaar accounts ke exam ke liye bhi koi padta hai ek din pehle??"

And I dragged my Buddy Divya (she being the topper and I too not that bad) to the show along with a paltan of other "out of school" friends who dint have any exam,
while other aspirants were burning their calories with "Self Tutor" n "P.C. Tulsian"..

Enjoyed like anything......
Rolling like anything with Amir, Saif n Akshay....

Even after returning from the movie, literally "kasht nahi uthhya maine toh books kholne ka"..
Divya would have burnt her sleep of the night definitely..

The dawn broke..

Just turned the pages once (quick revision), n I were all set for the exam..
Attempted the paper n came out humming as always.. Another reason for humming was the "surroor" of the movie, plus the overwhelmed feeling of the exam going good without proper "last day" preps...

The doomsday arrived.. It was wen the answer sheets were given back to us after assessment..
As our beloved (sarcastic to the highest possible extent) "Teji sir" called my name, I ran to get my paper..
He had his usual shrewd grin on his face n told me "you got 78 on 100, but I gave you 48.. do you mind??"
I replied, in a tone as "not effected" as possible, "nuh-na" n came back to my seat..
(another story of the typical "khundak"- sum other time)

Then Divya's name was called..
She had scored 50..

With a clean record for past 15 yrs of no red lines on the report card, expected was shock on both our faces of failing the exam.. (we had to get 50% to pass the exams in our school)

Instead, imitating the astute smile of "Teji sir's", we looked at each other. I asked "Dil Kya Chahta Hai?"

Divya replied "another do (2) number"...

And we laughed out aloud......

Tuesday, March 17

Thank You Tara :)

at 7:00 pm

OMG!!!

Tara, I feel short of words. I cant explain how I feel like. Yes, I was annoyed when I saw your post and gotta know that you visited my city and i dint even know.. And I blurted it out on your blog- My Annoyance. That is so unlike me.

And this beautiful thing you have done for me, I could never even think of anything like that. You are a beautiful person and a lovely friend. And after this, there is no question of any annoyance..

I am sorry, I dint mean to be rude.. You are a sweetheart.. I am really touched..

Saturday, December 27

Anecdote Platter: I miss my Univ

at 11:16 pm

MBA, we were better known as the Mass Bunk Association. The complete 5 years had been rocking in the University. Class rooms, Lectures, Canteens, Parking, Library, Photocopy machines, Coffee corners, Garden of our deptt, freahers, farewells, parties, friends, masti and exams.. (*sighs* those were the days!!)

There is a Punjabi number about college from the movie : Yaaran naal baharaan (springs come with friends)

it says:

College wich padhna v hai,

honde te chadhna v hai,

mittraan ne taurhan kadd ke,

modaan te khadna v hai,

paas v zarror aappan hona,

esse da rona

Translating it, it says- we study in college, mount our hondas (bikes), showing ourselves off, we shall stand at the turns of the roads- gawking, n we gotta pass the exams too, this is what we bother.. It truly defines the college life..

I am gonna share a few anecdotes of my studentship in the Guru Nanak Dev University, Amritsar.

Anecdote 1.

The day one of my Univ is still the most memorable day of the complete 5 years. I had taken the admission, but since, I had to go to Simla for a family vacation, I had not joined the classes.

So, after a week of the classes, I went to attend my first class, I was damn excited, straight Univ from school, new surroundings, new faces, new friends, new life.

I reached at 8.50 for the class at 9. Empty class. Excited.

9.00, still empty class, tolerable.

9.15, the lecturer arrives. She asks me in vernacular Punjabi (which used to be an alien language to me even after my schooling through out from Amritsar itself) about the rest of missing class, I whine n tell her that I joined today only so know nothing. She decides to wait for another 5 minutes and interview me. I look at her face and she looks back at me as if I were a non- human.

9.20, another girl, skinny, looks like a scholar enters the class and asks the lecturer if she has taken attendance, she whines and asks where the class is, and then the other girl, who is by now understood to be a class fellow announces that the class was on the mass bunk for the day.

I look at her with dilated eyes.

Anecdote 2.

Tech fest by the Computer Science deptt. The Gang decides to put up a Gambling stall 'Lucky 7'.

The idea is - people can stake their money on three of the options- Below 7, Above 7, and Lucky 7, 2 dices will be thrown, whatever sum the dices show, that option shall win and the winners get double their money, and lucky 7 won 3 times their money. 3 days of the game and we minted money :D and celebrated laters on with a deptt trip to Manali. This game not only made us rich, but popular too :D

Anecdote 3.

It is also one of the most embarrassing situations I have landed myself into.

The gratification you derive when you see your toil and efforts being brought to pass is just awesome..
The gang had been working (read: desisting our masti n sleep organizing things) really hard since past 2 months for this.. it had to be a National level fest in which teams from different institutions wud compete for the title "Super Managers of the Future" having to go through a number of levels, passing them, playing best management games.
It was the second day of a "Three day Management-Fest : XANSA 2006", organized by the gang in our insti..
The gang were on the stage of the jam packed audi- capacity 2000, with curtains pulled on, making seating arrangements for the participants of the next game: the finale for the "AD MAD SHOW" which I had to host. And it happened such that the DJ (please read the useless guy) happened to play Shakira's Hips Dont lie, and as the music reached my ears, my other senses started responding and unaware, I too were moving my butt with Shakira's only when I heard the audience giggling and commenting when I realised someone had pulled the curtains off and the whole audi was enjoying my Live performance :D

Embarrassed, i ran back stage, and the rest is history.. Please imagine things that followed.. :D

I guess enough for the day.

Signing off for now..

XOXO!!

Friday, December 12

Lukky Divz' Blessings

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I feel I am running short of words to express thanks to Divz, she has blessed me with 5 awards in one go :)

Divz, Huney, U r a sweetheart :)

Wednesday, December 10

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

at 1:25 pm

Declaration- This is a self analysis post. I aint a friendless person, writing this in frustration or out of loneliness, but this is something I have realized over time. Neither am I justifying myself.

Friends, amigos, buddies, and pals, we call them our extended families.
So they are. I have loads of friends; I make friends everywhere I go. I am a socialable person.
But friends? What are they??
Being an Indian, I bet you all are into the habit of using ‘Yaar’ with every sentence. But tell me how many people around you do you actually consider friends? How many do you really care about? How many do you stand for every time?

I read on a funny quotes portal a few days back,
“A friend is someone who is surely there when he needs.”
On the first thought, one would laugh at this, but on a serious thought, I guess everyone would agree.
I can at least take it on myself. I told it publicly in a tag I did a few weeks back that I am very good at losing contacts. How mean… :(
I have many friends, of which some are really close and who I value more than anything. Sometimes I just wonder am I worth being a friend?
Trust, the basic ingredient of friendship, do I have it apt quantity in myself, am I enough trustworthy? My friends who tell me their secrets, don't I spill them knowingly? Over the blog or over into someone’s ears? I say 50-50. I am keeping a few secrets of my friends which I hope go with me to my grave, but I can just hope.
On the other hand, do I trust my friends? I say no. Save one or two closest friends, I do not tell anything to anyone. They call me secretive, insensitive, unsocial, rock-hearted and what not. Do not I deserve it? Well, I say I do.

I say, I am an echo, what ever I get, I give it back; I say, I am a mirror whatever I see, I show it back. As long as someone is good to me, I will be good to them. But that is not being modest, but then I say, even if I be modest, what awards am I gonna earn? The adjectives I have been awarded shall remain.
Why is it that when I really need someone to be besides me do I find myself alone? My worst fear is being left alone. So the way out I ‘ve found is to be alone, to learn it, to tackle it.

I see people around me, who are manipulative, mean, self- centred, arrogant, and high headed. I too might have been fit in these categories at times. But why do I be a dedicated friend? When I know I am not getting it back?
Expectations. They jump in from nowhere. I know I do not fit in the category of a dedicated friend, so how do I expect anyone else to be so…
(I think I need to sum it up now…)
I try being a good friend, though I fail at times. I love all my friends, at least those who I consider ‘friends’.

Blogger Guys, you are a blessing to me :)

Abhi, Divya, Kush, Vibs, Rupal, I miss you loadz guys..

Signing off for now…
XOXO!!

P.S. This post was initially intended for Mahul's blog, but the way it turned out, it is best suitable over here only, sorry buddy!!

Thursday, November 20

Overwhelmed!! :)

at 5:14 pm

Yaaaaaay!!

Overwhelmed I feel, got no words to express my feelings, kindda on cloud 9 I am (I hope it doesn't fall off with my weightJ)

I have been presented this badge as an award, I cant thank Tshhar enough, he is my first blogger friend, foremost blog follower and an ultimate source of inspiration J

The award does go with my URL- what a strange co-incidence!! J

Thank you tonnes dude, u rock!!

I feel so elated that I really hope I do not add another inch in pride to my already plump self :D

And also I have this privilege to pass on this award.

Now the rules for passing on this award are:

1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.
3. Link 10 other bloggers whom you wanted to share this award to.

I would love to share it with:

1.Preeti for her fuzzy n chirpy n what not blog- love u babes get back soon

2.Chriz for his super funny n hyper weird Chronic avatar

3.Keshi- Viva forever- Miss u too babes come back soon

4.Divinediu for my twin blog J

5.Praveen for his Cruses

6.Sam for his Razzmatazzes

7.Sujeet for his Nowhereness- I really admire your calmness

8.Mahul for his rusted copper coin- thnx dude for inviting me over J

9.Jagjit for his Advertisingh- I told u on day 1, ur blog did appeal me J

10.Chaggoholic for his lost world- truly deserving

P.S. Kartz, You have already been awarded dude, but still, I share it with you all over again- you have two butterflies now J

Thursday, November 6

Encounter with Life

at 7:50 am

Ah, a break!! Riya thought, none to company with, 'let me treat myself a shopping spree and a coffee, I'll have a cafe-shopping day'.

It was Diwali, and after constant working of hours she had lost count of, she had a free time of her office when all her colleagues and employees had vacated the office to proceed for a Diwali furlough. She looked at her office, the result of her profound toil and effort of 10 years that took to establish her own export house. No regrets she thought, Gratified enough.
Spirited, as she entered an air conditioned shopping mall, her eyes struck on a man- tall, lean and handsome- busy with his shopping at the far corner. She could not believe what she was seeing.

Stopping herself from running, shrieking, she called out reaching that man and engaging him in a bear hug "OhmyGod, Ani.. Is it you? Where have you been all these years?"

Awestruck, he spared himself from the embrace to have a look who was this girl. Recognizing the strange look in his eyes, she said "Its me, Riya. Didn't you recognize me?"

"Riya? Riya Arora? You look so.. different." he mumbled with a managed smile.

"I always have", Riya found herself chuckling back at him when she noticed a tall, pretty and happening and all girl standing by his side with a stern look in her eyes.

And Ani too realized the air getting thicker and addressed that unidentified girl "Ishita, she is Riya, a... long lost friend... and Riya meet Ishita, my wife."

"Oh hi!" Riya said in a tone so friendly, "Ani and I have been long lost friends".

"And I thought only I called you Ani" added Ishita in an arrogant diction.

"Aniket, I meant, so what has been up with your life? Got so much to catch up.." was all Riya could manage.

"Yeah, I have been fine enough, into my own venture and married for 2 years now, see... She makes a lovely wife", Aniket pointed out Ishita when she left them chatting for trying another outfit.

"Yeah, I can make that out." Riya replied, she had sensed an air of uneasiness in Ani's voice. She always did, she thought gloomily.

"How have you been? What are you up to these days?" Ani shot at Riya.

"Just usual stuff, busy with work and all, I have finally set up my drem-export-house if you remember" Riya told him with a swell of pride in her eyes and a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh that's great, really nice. How about personal stuff??" He shot back with growing stiffness.

"Yeah, Mom dad are doing just fine, and Kunal- my brother, he is settled in USA." she replied coolly.

"Hun, we are getting late, remember we gotta go to the Verma's party?" Ishita's voice rang from far behind in Riya's ears.

"Just coming sweetie" Ani responded back.

"It was really nice seeing you Ani...Ket, your wife is waiting." Riya said.

"Same here. Bbye, See you around" and he left, he turned and waived a hand at Riya with a smile.

Riya too returned a faint smile, she stood there, watching him leave, 'see me around when he didn't even bother to exchange contact numbers'.

The flashes of past came rushing to her mind as if a movie was being played in fast forward.

Aniket, Ani and she had been friends since times immemorial. They had grown up together, tearing each others hair, teasing hell out of each other, soothing each other, consoling each other.

More than a friendship was blooming within, they realized, when they were knocking towards their youth. Their first brushes against each other, their first kiss, the night when she lay in his arms as her lover- possessing him and being possessed. She stood there, seeing past, scene by scene being played in the memory lane.

She was over w

ith her academics and could not decide what to do next, when one fine day, Ani broke the news that he was going abroad, for further studies. She never asked the silly question 'and what about us?', she just understood.

But they were part time lovers and full time friends. They would talk everyday, they would talk about the hell stuff , about home- how he missed it, about lot more things. But with time lingering, the busy-ness crept in, and gradually, the everyday turned into often, often into rare ending up they lost contact.

She waited with a hope of him returning back to her, jumped into work, jerked everything other off her life and gave everything to her dream- her own export house. And how successful she was. And how empty...

Not that she did not have the opportunities, she was pretty, vibrant, successful and talk of the town. Who did not want to win her? Her colleagues, associates, clients asked her out. But she ignored. All of them. For a ray of hope, that had survived kindling inside her for these looong 10 years.. That same hope which died today in the encounter with life..

May God bestow his best of blessings on you Ani and Ishita, she wished as she turned away, startling at the call of her name from a distant place.

"Hey Riya"

She turned around to find out a business associate who had become a friend as well over the years.

"Hey Abhay" she said with a wry smile.

"What, of all the places are you doing here? and aloof?" Abhay demanded.

"Making up my mind for a re-incarnation at 35. What say?" she joked back.

"You already look stunning dear lady, you do not need a make-over I believe." Abhay bantered.

"Aww you mean guy, you know how I despise flattery." Riya continued.

"Do you mind even a coffee Damsel!" Abhay said.

"The treat has to be mine, I am the one who is going for re-incarnation" she replied.

"Your wish is my command ma'am" he bragged.

Riya held onto Abhay's outstretched hand and marched towards a new life.

With a new hope...

Sunday, September 21

Some Feelings can’t be expressed in Short Titles

at 10:34 am

It is not friendship day I know, but when you have such good friends around you, each day is friendship day.

The not-so-pagal-guy happens to be my bestest fella and what I am gonna key down (write) over here is not somewhat like a junior school essay on 'my best friend'.

Since you are away, I know you miss us all, and we here are missing you. Here are Top 3 reasons why I miss you-

3. I wanna have (for the time being not considering the calorie contribution) all those McSwirls, Nirvanas, Ebony n Ivories and Gelatos we missed to have together.

2. I want you to see the yieldings of your labor on giving expressions to my thoughts.

1. God gives two shoulders to everyone to carry their heavy heads, but when you walked into my life, I felt as if he has gifted me additional two. And now since you are away, I have started getting frequent headaches ;-)

P.S. –

1. Guys!! Expecting a love story over here is analogous to expecting a rock concert outta Ghulam Ali.

2. With God's grace, we are not fought, it's just a dedication.

Sunday, June 8

People change and forget to tell!!

at 2:26 am

Yes, people do change and forget to tell.

This is about a gal Tia n her best frnd Anu. Together since adoloscence, they were the examplified pair in the town. Adoloscence went by, and youth approached, besides their busy education & seperate circles , they always had time for each other. Tia was a happy go lucky girl and so was Anu. They had lots of things in common. Passion for masti being the main.

They too had disagreements and differences of opinions but those never counted to differences. For Tia never wanted to create hype of anything. At times, when Anu would say something that pinched her, she would never even let her know. Just to avoid any vividness. She always stood by her side may it be emotional or proffesional front.

Tia was so happy to have Anu as her best frnd. At least she thought Anu is always by her side no matter what. She was so close to her that she would tell her darkest of secrets and would rely on her. She would bake a cake on her every birthday and went to wish her.

It was only untill Tia actually felt need of some one to talk to. Times change, and then came a time when Tia needed her best friend, she was in an emotional backdrop only to find out that Anu had other prior works to be done.

She understood, and understood and understood.

Times lingered by and Tia felt that Anu was no longer available. She had work, she had friends, she had priorities and she had no time. And then was Anu's birthday. Tia called her up to wish her only to hear her telling to call her before coming over to her place.

And it was over for Tia.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANU!!

People do change and forget to tell..

But this is life Tia.. U'll need to understand..

Monday, August 13

The Shopping Exult

at 10:04 am

It was yet another luncheon appointment of "the gang" at our Fave Restaurant (read: adda) "My Kind of Place"- MKoP for short.
-Good place, very good food and gooder ambiance.

As always, i were late, rather the last one to show up. And as always, I attracted the attention of people. Not because I am pretty good- looking or something, but for the melodious "knock- knock" composed by my heels on the wooden flooring of the place ;)

As I approached towards our usual table, to my surprise, it stood alone right in its place- sad, and none from the "Superb 7" was apparent.

n then I cought a glimpse of Vanshika waving at me from the far end corner table, on the round, Rest 5 were there too.

I were all set for the bombardment of taunts (oye tera ghar to saamne hi hai fir bhi jaldi nahi aa sakti?? or late nahi aayegi to apni importance kaise show karegi??? n blah blah blah...)

but to another surprise, none of them dint even say a word.. juz kept on giving mischevious smiles..they all had a kind of sarcastic look on their faces..

Amused me!!!!!

I guess now is the time for succinct intro of the "Superb 7 Gang". Waise to we say "chun chun k ikkathhe kiye gaye hain hum log" (in Dharam paaji's diction).
It goes Alphabetically:

Aakash- the naughtiest, the liarest (my personal contribution to the language, not yet communicated to the Oxford);

Karan- over confident, the source of pathetic jokes;

Kunal- the (dunno how come) sweetest, subdued;

Manan- argumentative, hyper-logical (to an irritating extent),

I - the silent but tingiest;

Sakshi - (read: the b***h);

Vanshika- the topper, illogical;

Moving on with the narration,
So this causticity on their faces, left me with a perplexed expression..
I were unable to get the reason behind their naught smiles n supressed giggling within themselves..

I: WHAT??
Rest: khee khee khee khee (tittering)
I again: "WHAT IS IT??"
Rest: again sniggering
I: Temme wat is it??
Karan: Just turn around..
I: (still confused -read kaan-fused) Y?
Aakash: Turn Around..

Astonised, I turned around, still my mind trying to figure out the reason for their unusual behaviour.

I caught a glimpse of a guy n a gal (say couple) at the table right at my back. the guy smiled at me. i too retured a casual smile n turned back to face the gang.. my concentration still at the puzzle..

I were still literally unable to logic their comportment.
N then it struck to me... as if the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle apparated in my grip out of thin air..
all wat I cud utter was: "Ye to bhaiya hai!!!!!!" (read: cousin elder bro & NOT in the context of natives of UP or Bihar)

i turned back n waved HI!! n winked ;) at him..
he too smiled back.. n I moved to their table..

I had not seen or met or even had a faint idea who tht girl was, but I must say.. she looked like a Damsel from those fairy tales.. Ravishing, deep eyes, sleek features, complexion comparable to Snow white..

n then Bro made me formally meet her.. "Guriya (this is how my family addresses me, no matter I turned 23 this monsoon, but still I m a li'l doll for them, i love it this way :) ), meet Sweeeeety,
n Sweeeeety, this is my cute li'l sis -Guriya- i told u bout her.."

n she too smiled (as sweeeetly as her name) at me in resopnse of my devilish smile at her n Bro..
he was cought red handed... n the lunch for the gang got sponsored ;) hehe
the gang were eating like gluttons and i were spoiling the "date" ;D

n when it had been 2 hrs of my continuous blah blah, Bro came to the point..
"Tune kya dekha???"
I: Kya???
Bro: Aaj yahan kya dekha??
I: Kuch bhi toh nahi.. I am "Amnesiac" ;D

Bro: ;D tune shopping kab karni hai????
I: ;D Kal chalen??

(I hope my readers can now relate the significance of the title to the whole narration)
Bro: ;D

n then appeared the long awaited "32 inch Khurafaati smiles" (copyrighted) (the smile we wore since childhood on accomplishment of a mission of ours.. may it be loading sand in wet hair of a bathed surdy kid next door, or entailing an elder ;D) on both our faces as i moved following bro n my "so called wud be Bhabhi" pinching him hard in his belly n winking at him....

N I eventually ran to my "home sweet home" literally shouting ryt from the main gate "MOM!!!! MOM!!!! guess who I met today!!!!!"