While still in Pune before the vacations I had planned a sleepover with a two of my childhood friends, we had grown up together, had build so many dreams together , crushed on the same guy so many times, made so many future plans for so many things I can’t even list’em out, talked on phone for ages, even though we were in different schools and one of us was in a different continent, but somehow we had managed to keep in touch , Saddy the one still in Delhi and I often hung out together on weekends and made plans for movies and just going here and there even though we were in different schools and had different friends nothing mattered because we had more gossips to share when we met. We were always in touch with Sarah who was in South Africa through the net , and whenever all three of us were in Delhi we had a blast.
This time as well we had planned loads and loads of stuff the sleepover was one of’em. So we decided that Saddy and I would go to Sarah’s place which was in Aya Nagar, which is a small under developed area on the mehrauli- gurgaon road (I guess)... coz I don’t go there often, as my dad is always against me goin there considering the place and the crowd there is not decent (no offense), but it dint matter to me as long as all three of us would be together. Since my Dad was against it there was no one two drop us to Sarah’s place so we had to take the bus, which turned out to be a two hour ride....and that’s a lot of time. Once there the dust had covered my hair , there were no good roads o walk on there everywhere there was dust, and walking walking finally we reached Sarah’s place. There we just lay on the bed at first thinking what to talk about, drank water and went for lunch, we had lunch in this small dhaba kinda place called Inder, which was the only eating out place her, where they had only chowmein so that all we had and went back to her place , changed our clothes into somthing comfortable and just sat and talked......There the shock was coming now.... So now as we started chatting about everyone we knew... I found that they had become best friends with people I hate , people I can’t stand the sight of, they were hanging out people my parents had forbidden me to, all of who hated me in return as well...and they kept on telling me stories about what they do as a group and all the kind of kewl stuff they do, and they now had dreams I was no longer a part of, they had a life that I no longer was a part of, they had a friend circle I was not a part of and I could never be a part off... and they kept goin on and on and on ...their life had changed so much and I felt left, they tried really hard to make feel like a guest but thats not what I wanted , I wanted the us back talking about cartoons and stupid movies like we used to when we were in 8th grade (that time we were in the same school)....I tried my best not feel left out, they were the same person within, it was like the way they looked at me had changed...
So as the sun started setting we went out for a walk , and then Saddy said , “Yaar, Ally has come yaar we have to do something crazy and wild” and I thought what could be the craziest and the wildest thing we could do here in Aya Nagar? “Let’s get alcohol” I said which took both my friends by surprise, but after thinking it through they agreed...so they called up this friend of theirs and asked him to get some vodka.....So around 9:00 pm all three of us went to the terrace with some chips and limca and everything....there also my friends kept on talking about their ‘other friends’ and I felt left out again , and I couldn’t even be a part of their conversation, so I just sat their and was missing my friends in Pune, the ones I had made in Pune ...... So after having three large vodka shots, I was still not high, feeling all left out and feeling out of place....I called up Elli my ex roommate in Pune, she was in Surat right now, she dint pick up.... a message came after 5 mins “out with mum and sorry will call l8r”, then I tried calling Sharon my roommate and my best friend her was out of service. And now I felt like I was stranded in some island and I had no way out.... I guess the sleepover was a bad idea... and I was sad and angry at the fact that I dint belong here anymore, and the fact that they had a life without me and it hurt ...very much and I dint know what to do....and it struck me I could call Apurv in Dubai, and maybe talking to him would make me feel better....but again it would mean making an international call....but then I told myself.... ‘Ally it’s time to be selfish now’ and I did have balance ... so I called him ....he was obviously surprised that I was calling all the way from Delhi...but just after 10-15 minutes of talking we had a fight and I hung up....feeling even more miserable....i no longer knew my childhood friends , was mad at one of my very good friends and would probably never talk to him again, and I had no one to talk to ......so I started crying....and to get back at him I smoked (for which my friends in Pune are going to kill the moment they find out...nd how smoking was getting back at him is a different story).... but like always I dint know how to and inhaled all of it and couldn’t exhale any of it.... yeah i can never learn how to smoke(Thank god)...When Sarah saw that I was a mess she took the cig from me and finished it and then I was still crying... they thought I was cry only coz of the fight ....but they dint know that they had changed so much... I no longer knew who they were...and I was all alone there and I couldn’t even talk to the three very close friends I made in Pune. And so they tried to talk to me, but I gave some lame reason...and cried myself to sleep......
Next morning we woke up made breakfast and sat in the living room and talked about stuff...when both Elli and Sharon called one after another I told them what happened last night , both of’em freaked out on hearing that I smoked Sharon I am sure is not going to talk to me when I get back to Pune.. She gave her signature lecture which has only three words “Ally bas kar” and that makes all the difference....
Those two phone calls made me realise that yeah I don’t belong here anymore, my lifestyle had changed ...and so had theirs , I can’t blame anyone , we could no longer be the kids who dreamt of marrying some comic character ...we had grown up and so had our lives and no matter how much we wanted to we cannot go back there....so after these calls I went and sat with my friends and talked about other things and made some new unrealistic dreams together , even though they were unrealistic they still had the three of us, and so we talked for hours and hours again in the morning building new dreams and accepting each other with our new lives. I was happy in my life in Pune and they were happy here, and every time I had come to Delhi both of’em had made efforts to keep this friendship still go on... so what if I dint talked to them for long hours on the phone.... I knew that some friends are going to be there forever. And we these thoughts in my mind, I started for the 2 hour bus ride home........The sleepover was a good thing..... I finally knew where I belonged
This time as well we had planned loads and loads of stuff the sleepover was one of’em. So we decided that Saddy and I would go to Sarah’s place which was in Aya Nagar, which is a small under developed area on the mehrauli- gurgaon road (I guess)... coz I don’t go there often, as my dad is always against me goin there considering the place and the crowd there is not decent (no offense), but it dint matter to me as long as all three of us would be together. Since my Dad was against it there was no one two drop us to Sarah’s place so we had to take the bus, which turned out to be a two hour ride....and that’s a lot of time. Once there the dust had covered my hair , there were no good roads o walk on there everywhere there was dust, and walking walking finally we reached Sarah’s place. There we just lay on the bed at first thinking what to talk about, drank water and went for lunch, we had lunch in this small dhaba kinda place called Inder, which was the only eating out place her, where they had only chowmein so that all we had and went back to her place , changed our clothes into somthing comfortable and just sat and talked......There the shock was coming now.... So now as we started chatting about everyone we knew... I found that they had become best friends with people I hate , people I can’t stand the sight of, they were hanging out people my parents had forbidden me to, all of who hated me in return as well...and they kept on telling me stories about what they do as a group and all the kind of kewl stuff they do, and they now had dreams I was no longer a part of, they had a life that I no longer was a part of, they had a friend circle I was not a part of and I could never be a part off... and they kept goin on and on and on ...their life had changed so much and I felt left, they tried really hard to make feel like a guest but thats not what I wanted , I wanted the us back talking about cartoons and stupid movies like we used to when we were in 8th grade (that time we were in the same school)....I tried my best not feel left out, they were the same person within, it was like the way they looked at me had changed...
So as the sun started setting we went out for a walk , and then Saddy said , “Yaar, Ally has come yaar we have to do something crazy and wild” and I thought what could be the craziest and the wildest thing we could do here in Aya Nagar? “Let’s get alcohol” I said which took both my friends by surprise, but after thinking it through they agreed...so they called up this friend of theirs and asked him to get some vodka.....So around 9:00 pm all three of us went to the terrace with some chips and limca and everything....there also my friends kept on talking about their ‘other friends’ and I felt left out again , and I couldn’t even be a part of their conversation, so I just sat their and was missing my friends in Pune, the ones I had made in Pune ...... So after having three large vodka shots, I was still not high, feeling all left out and feeling out of place....I called up Elli my ex roommate in Pune, she was in Surat right now, she dint pick up.... a message came after 5 mins “out with mum and sorry will call l8r”, then I tried calling Sharon my roommate and my best friend her was out of service. And now I felt like I was stranded in some island and I had no way out.... I guess the sleepover was a bad idea... and I was sad and angry at the fact that I dint belong here anymore, and the fact that they had a life without me and it hurt ...very much and I dint know what to do....and it struck me I could call Apurv in Dubai, and maybe talking to him would make me feel better....but again it would mean making an international call....but then I told myself.... ‘Ally it’s time to be selfish now’ and I did have balance ... so I called him ....he was obviously surprised that I was calling all the way from Delhi...but just after 10-15 minutes of talking we had a fight and I hung up....feeling even more miserable....i no longer knew my childhood friends , was mad at one of my very good friends and would probably never talk to him again, and I had no one to talk to ......so I started crying....and to get back at him I smoked (for which my friends in Pune are going to kill the moment they find out...nd how smoking was getting back at him is a different story).... but like always I dint know how to and inhaled all of it and couldn’t exhale any of it.... yeah i can never learn how to smoke(Thank god)...When Sarah saw that I was a mess she took the cig from me and finished it and then I was still crying... they thought I was cry only coz of the fight ....but they dint know that they had changed so much... I no longer knew who they were...and I was all alone there and I couldn’t even talk to the three very close friends I made in Pune. And so they tried to talk to me, but I gave some lame reason...and cried myself to sleep......
Next morning we woke up made breakfast and sat in the living room and talked about stuff...when both Elli and Sharon called one after another I told them what happened last night , both of’em freaked out on hearing that I smoked Sharon I am sure is not going to talk to me when I get back to Pune.. She gave her signature lecture which has only three words “Ally bas kar” and that makes all the difference....
Those two phone calls made me realise that yeah I don’t belong here anymore, my lifestyle had changed ...and so had theirs , I can’t blame anyone , we could no longer be the kids who dreamt of marrying some comic character ...we had grown up and so had our lives and no matter how much we wanted to we cannot go back there....so after these calls I went and sat with my friends and talked about other things and made some new unrealistic dreams together , even though they were unrealistic they still had the three of us, and so we talked for hours and hours again in the morning building new dreams and accepting each other with our new lives. I was happy in my life in Pune and they were happy here, and every time I had come to Delhi both of’em had made efforts to keep this friendship still go on... so what if I dint talked to them for long hours on the phone.... I knew that some friends are going to be there forever. And we these thoughts in my mind, I started for the 2 hour bus ride home........The sleepover was a good thing..... I finally knew where I belonged
