|quasi and chana look so drunk! |
this is outside Royal Challenge in goregaon...
|Y - before he gets started|
|Y - after a few hours, can shove his head up ur crotch|
|we were drinking the night before his wedding! |
chan kept on calling and bugging him...
symbolic of the years to come...hehehe
|he's least interested whether she's able to eat it or not|
Y / Vai / Vaibhav, is my oldest friend. We have been together since 2nd standard....thats around....24 years!! So 80% of our lives we've been friends. There seems to be no justice upstairs! So in Wonder Years, Kevin got Winnie, while i got Vai...shit shit shit.
My oldest memories of Y are those of an extremely naughty, wild, hyper-energetic, cool kid. He was always so pumped up (parents of such kids in the US get them checked for crack or party drugs).
Jumpin around, playing pranks, getting into trouble, using colorful language that i took years to catch up to, continuously flirting with our (pathetic) female classroom population, playing every sport possible, staying out from morn till night every single day, trading kicks, punches and nail scratches with his elder sister, and generally contributing hugely to his parents stress levels....that was Y.
|he looks as mischievous as my two year old...|
A perennial last-bencher, he used every trick in the book to copy during exams. Not that he needed to; he's absolutely bright, but expecting him to study would be like expecting Indy Jones to walk through cleanly swept, well lit, non-insect/snake/boobytrap infested hallways for his pursuits! It just wouldn't be right. Yet the fkr scored more than me in his boards. Bas@#$%!
But because he was a terror for his parents and teachers, he was one of the coolest kids in school. Everybody liked him and wanted to be with/like him. And he used that very well with the ladies. During free periods they would be all over him, offering their home-work, tiffin, and God knows what else. :-) I was nearer to the other end of the spectrum; defi not a studious good-boy, but i dont remember having done anything wild in those years. And i was even further weighed down by Ninad, who used to punch me every time i said Fuck or Chutiya. Fuck! And here Y was frolicking around throwing MC-BC's in every sentence.
We were very thick, Ninad, Vai and I. Best buds. Then we went to different colleges and got separated. We did make time for each other intermittently, but not much. Then he moved to Aurangabad and then to Bangalore for a few years. Even i got busy with my life. It was amazing whenever he used to come back to Bombay. I used to be so happy. He is one of the best daaru partners i've ever had. We can sit for hours and hours having a great time. Some of the best conversations possible...
|er...not much of a conversation here...|
Once he got back for his MBA we again spent a few years very much together....vai, chan, rashmi and i. He's a banker now, well dressed, soft spoken, mouthing investment strategies...difficult to reconcile this with the school image. Add the fact that beneath all that carefully cultivated devil-may-care and i-give-a-fuck attitude is a softie who: ONLY uses dove soap as it keeps him pretty, regularly uses apricot scrub for his face, drinks pink pink strawberry milk, and is a compulsive cuddler. Pretty disturbing right? Vai tune ye kya haal bana rakha hai? :)
|i'm sooooo happy to have her....sniff sniff !|
And just when everything was dandy, he moved off to Dubai....bh&*$%^d....sure wish he'd be back here...to meet up on any random day for a much required guy-to-guy chat over some much required booze.
|the day they left for dubai :-(|
|goofing around during the dubai trip|
|he cant stay away from her even for a few moments|
something very suspicious about his pants!
Vai and i have had our share of fights. But i've never worried about any of them. I've always known they wont affect us. School friendships are the most innocent...uncorrupted by politics or positioning. Seldom works out like that in college, and defi not at work.
Vai you fucker, get your arse down here ASAP. To use one of the cheesiest lines ever: khoob milega rang, jab mil baithenge teen yaar: aap, mai, aur bagpiper club soda....er....waiter, make that kingfisher please!