Shriya’s birthday card, for her 19th birthday. Published December 29, late in the evening for her birthday the next day.
Remember about a 100 years ago?
When we used to fight and keep doing kaandi to show off?
I’d never Imagine we’d land up even talking. But haven’t I told you this about a hundred times already?
It’s also about those times we’d drag the mothers into the fight (tolerant, loving, doosre-bacche-ki-side-lenewaali mothers) and our brothers would equally participate in further dividing the C- Wing B-Wing rift.
Of course, like we’re doomed to never forget- the times I spilled J&J baby powder all over the bathroom, and WE spilled J&J Baby oil, and MY mother had to clean up.
Also the day we put those red seeds into MY fishtank – now I think all the damage was done to MY property.
The hundred thousand times we said we’d never ever EVER (This time mother promise) talk to each other, and then we virtually killed our mums every other week.
The window conversations. I’d give anything to transport you back to C-11 and talk nonsense (define sense?) on rainy days when we couldn’t hear what the other one had to say, and invariably landed downstairs.
Somewhere in the middle of all this- came in Maanty- the third lost musketeer- and unknowingly, we wrapped her up in us. Have we ever been separated since?
I couldn’t buy a birthday card for you (I’m obviously paying for your gift :P) but I hope you’ll forgive me for never having done that one thing.
Birthday parties at 6 in the evening and being the first bum at the door is eons ago- but I’d still line up first at your door, for any occassion, or any time you need me.
From boys who broke hearts, to ones who chased you to those irresponsible bums who came, took a walk with the hopeful hearts, and then went off with other prettier ones, to the ones where we thought we’d never stay with- but landed up with infinitely.
I’ll be there for everyone of those episodes.
And a promise renewed.
If you get pregnant before you’re wed, and if you don’t have anywhere to go- I’ll bring you in. Slap you 50 times a day, but bring you in. You’re my friend, and I’ll never leave you. Even if you get married to someone I don’t like and then mess it up or if you’re tired and need coffee and your mum isn’t at home- I’ll bring you in.
If you lose out on my number I’ll kick your protruding behind till it’s sore, but make you memorise it amnesia-proof.
If Nishi and you have a fight, and Nishi is right, I’ll yell at you, and never once let you feel like you’re right. But if it’s the other way around, we’ll both tear Nish apart and break her knees and make her apologise. Deal?
Even if I don’t like Hrithik, I will never morcha against him (unless he cuts trees and litters).
If Gautam grows thinner and gives you a complex, I’ll steal your money and feed him till he gets back to std.10 ka size.
If Bryce cracks private jokes with me, and we’re laughing at you, I’ll tell you what it was about after he goes. Ussko bhi thoda badhaayi maarni hoti hai na. Chadhaane ka. THEN we’ll kick his butt.
If Manasi’s filtration system fails at the last moment and she says stuff you could kill her for saying- well, there’s nothing I can promise you know, I have no solution to that.
If Clarie doesn’t shut up about stuff you don’t want spoken about, we’ll boycott him.
If Vivek and Deepa don’t keep in touch, we’ll send them hate mail.
If Collin gets too sarcy and funny and his jokes hurt your intestines, we’ll takle a scissor and chop his mane off.
And if I don’t stick to these promises, you’d better find another friend. Because, I am replaceable.
Happy Birthday :)