Saturday, 22 November 2014

Friends. (Warning : This is mushy.)

Friends really are the biggest help you can get. Ever. Really. I mean, they might be mean jerks at times who eat all your food and steal your pens, but when the time comes, when you're actually upset, that's when they stop being obnoxious and start being their true selves. They can make you laugh when you're extremely, extremely down. And that too at the weirdest of jokes. They might make fun of you, but trust me; every time you turn your back they'll there, grinning and laughing at you telling you to go on. But they'll be there, and is all that matters, doesn't it? They might make claims at how slow you run but they'll scream themselves hoarse cheering for you when you're in a race. They might laugh themselves silly over your accent and oration, but its they who'll be passing you encouraging smiles from the wings during your speech. Never, ever disregard your friends guys. There's a reason we've been told that from a very young age. I mean everything else comes and goes, but three things stay : your dog, your family and your true friends.And to a certain extent, your fat. Why I'm ranting on about all this?
Well, because I witnessed today, just about what real friendship can do and how much it can touch you. I saw how much your friends change your life and just how much they matter. Hold them close, guys. They care. 
To my own friends, who're reading this, you are important - and even though I don't say this to you guys every single day of the year, I will say it now. Hold on tight - this is the most mushy I am gonna be this year. You guys rock. You are Harry Potter, Katniss Everdeen, Ginny Weasley, Tony Stark, Benedict Cumberbatch, Abed, and a little bit of Batman, merged into one. You are, to me, what Christopher Nolan is, to movie buffs. You guys are the opposite of Twilight. You are human cheese nachos and ice cream. You guys are unicorns with frigging rainbow coloured tails. 
Thats it. Too much mushy. I'm out. 

Friday, 7 November 2014

Didun.

I have been reliably informed by sources that my blog's contents are for the light hearted. If you're looking for a laugh, skip this post right away. This - me posting this here - is completely selfish. Its for me and only me. Its not for the bereavement of the society at large - which is believe is turning to mush anyway. Don't read it. Watch as I don't give a shit. 
My Didun - my grandmother, my storyteller, my guide - was found hanging from the ceiling of our ancestral home in Kolkata. She was 86. Why, you ask -the few of you who are bothering to read - would someone take this step at 86, when their life is drawing to a close anyway? I'll tell you why.
Because its illegal here, in India, to have mercy killings. Its against the law to rid people of excruciating pain. Its a crime to fulfill what is some people's last wish. Well, she fulfilled her last wish her damn self. Didun - I salute you. They say cowards commit suicide. You're a queen. 
'They' do not know that you cried while taking your daily bath. That the only thing you truly looked forward to all day, was two hours of telly time.  That it killed you to turn around in bed, let alone to stand up and tie that noose around your neck. They do not know that you had a broken arm, while already suffering from osteoporosis.Yet, you picked up that stool, that I cannot pick up with both of my arms. They do not know that each day you woke up, you could feel your very bones literally being frayed away. That your bones were hollow from within. That you felt it all. That you were a mute spectator to the game your body was playing with you. They know nothing about pain, Didun. 
They don't know shit.
You're a queen. 
Rest in Peace.

Eternal Love,
Preetha and Reeju.