I started blogging about 2 years back. Why? Well the only reason I guess is I like talking to myself and blogging was just like talking to myself. For long Blogging has been a private affair. Yes it’s a public domain and I have put my thoughts for the whole world to see. But I don’t know the people who read my blogs and the only way they will know me will be through here.Now after two years, some people are aware of my writing. But still very few people check regularly what I write. One of my friend, Sudha saw this page, didn’t even read it and then said it was a lot of writing and didn’t have the mood to read it.Two people who regularly check my blog are Vijay and Sandeep. I have known Vijay for the last year and so and he forms a part of many of my blogs nowadays.As for Sandeep, He has been my colleague, my friend, my sukh dukh ka sathi since the last five years. Actually If I remember correctly, it has been five years, 1 month and five days to be exact. Me and my memory, amazing! When I remember something like this, I always remember the scene from “Dil Chahta Hai”, where Sonali Kulkarni’s boyfriend remembers everything with the correct date and time. Bloody sentimental fool! Maybe I am one too.
Coming back to Sandeep, I met him in my office. He had joined 15 days before me. He and Rakesh and there was one more guy but I don’t remember him because we never worked together. So technically, Sandeep is my senior. But all of them by which I mean Sandeep, Rakesh and that other guy just fresh out from college. Bole toh! Ekdum taaza maal. I had more than a year experience behind me. But still not so taaza as them. So we all started our career together and seen the high and low of our career. We have stayed in office till the wee hours of morning and spent hours working together. In short, work wise, we have been the dukh ke sathi more than sukh ke sathi. But those were the days. We use to be busy but we use to enjoy it. Although nobody liked to admit it, it was fun. The deadlines, the fights, the chai on the terrace, the nasta in the evening, the extension of the shifts even without nobody asking it. Those were the days.
I think it comes naturally, when your colleague become your friends. These are the people you enjoy your work and share your life. Infact most of us stayed in the office then they stayed home. Sandeep and I share that unique experience. We graduated from being novice to pukka professional. Somehow our professional life and personal life intermingled.
Ganpathi at his house, rare occasion when we use to see movies, roaming the malls and the Friday nights at Sai Palace where everybody use to vent our anger and frustration. When Sandeep met me, I thought he was immature, I still think he behaves a little irrationally. But that’s his nature. Even I behave illogically many a times.
He is short tempered too. In our field of job, everyone is on a short fuse that anything can trigger us. Normally it goes into babbling and a heavy dose of the choicest of the most abusive words. But I see this anger sometime directed toward his girl friend. But that is a very interesting incident.
He knew his girl friend (I should call her his fiancé) from college. He use to tease Rakesh, because Rakesh was very friendly with her. Sandeep was and is a very shy guy. He would think twice before talking to any girl. For him girls are those elusive creatures that wonder in outer space. But his girl friend (She was just a friend that time) use to talk to him and he would feel so happy about it but would never never admit it. Remember Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi, Remember the middle brother, Anoop Kumar, remember how he felt for girls but would never admit it. Sandeep was just like that. I too believed Sandeep’s version that She was more friendly toward Rakesh until I met her one day on the Malad station. It was Sandeep’s birthday and she came just to wish him and give him a birthday card. I and Rakesh watched from behind as both of them talked on the crowded platform totally oblivious of the crowd around and specially both of us. It was like Dal main kala. Infact the whole dal was kali. It took us many days to admit him of his feelings. His defense, she deserves someone better.
So, while reading my blogs, he asks me “Why don’t you write about me?” How can I write about someone when he asks me to? It feels like I have been back to school where we were told to write an essay on cow, or my country etc. There the writing was just homework. No fun.
Today he is somewhere in Asia. 3 weeks back he was in Europe. He promised he would visit me in Amsterdam somewhere in November. Vaibhav is somewhere in West Europe, Yash and Rajesh are in UK. Pravin is in Denmark. Amol is in US and Biju is in Germany.Sameer is in US.
We all have spent a lot of time together fighting, shouting, working, laughing, whining screaming on each other. Today I work in a big project but still the excitement and the feeling to be a part of a big group where everybody was there for everybody is missing.
Today he asked me about what did he think his maintenance score was? I told him it was 5.5 to 6. A bit high but that’s because he is short-tempered, sometimes unrealistic, Sometimes cold and sometimes plain stupid. But then he is also helpful, warm, and a friend who is always by your side.
Let me cheers for many many years of friendship.