Drenched in a “Shower” of Blissfulness!!!

This life is for making friends and friends make life more memorable. And I’ve had the good fortune of making friends as if I’ve been born for making friends. Of course, majority of friendships arise from either being together in class or being neighbours. But few originate through the internet – and yet are strong enough to last a lifetime!

“Me!? Online???”
I always felt I wasn’t a guy to be associated with the internet. It was only after I was thrust into becoming member of think.com that I started using the net. Of course, it was only out of curiosity – wanting to know what was it that fascinated everyone! And eventually I too became a sort of an internet freak!

I joined orkut pretty early but never bothered to do anything about it, until I joined college. That’s a different story. So coming back. Google chat was a sort of revelation at that time; chatting wasn’t actually that popular in India then – at least in the world around me! So even I became a once-in-a-while user of it. Of course, I never was addicted to it. So it resulted in making a few friends online, and the perhaps my best “catch” at that time was Varsha.

Varsha vs. Shower – the Never-ending Battle!!!
It’s a question she still asks me, “Which is better – Varsha or Shower?” Of course, I’ve always known her by the name Shower rather than by the name Varsha. So I’m always inclined to answer Shower. But trying to be diplomatic, I answer, “Both of them are good enough”. Still, she won’t rest till I chose one.

Guess that name fascinated me – I myself don’t know why! Maybe coz I loved rainfall – no qualms about getting sick (Mom was there to take care, after all!)

Those Sunday Mornings!
It used to be our weekly practice to meet online on Sunday mornings. Both of us were students – and KV students at that. Studying 6 days a week – Sunday provided the only relief. So it used to be what I call a “showery” start to the weekend (I never considered Saturdays as weekends then, now of course it’s a different story). Then we used to exchange our experiences about the week – cursing the teachers for giving so much homework, sharing the funny things that happened in class, discussing even about exams if they were near (She was in IX and I in XI; so it wasn’t something one can call self-study – rather something like wondering how we will fare). I often felt we were a pair of conspirators, talking in secret!

How I miss those Sundays now!

One of a Kind!!!
She was (and still is) one of her kind to me - too much of emotions packed into her. A cut aside the rest I can say! But change is the spice of life, after all! Guess her presence prevents monotony from creeping into life – a life full of pulling others’ legs and getting your legs pulled in return. So a bit of serious talk, devoid of poor jokes comes like a cool breeze in a desert full of grains of sarcasm!

And she never changes – I don’t know why! I’ve seen people, including me, change as time passes by. But guess she’s stubborn as a mule. And maybe that’s not a bad thing either. Some things are never supposed to change. Maybe she is too much busy with herself that she found no time to change!

One quote befitting her

Some friends forget…
Some move away…
Some remain silent…
Some just change…
But I’m not one of them…
I’m here for just two moments…
Now and…….forever!!!