Tikait and Chaube

Today (Actually Y'day) two of my better friends left Bangalore for good. (I sure hope so!). A better friend is a one of the classifications I usually tend to classify things in. I have friends whom I won't mind saying a hello if I have to. ( I would try to avoid none-the-less). I have good friends whom I won't mind saying a hello. ( I would not try to avoid but neither would I make an effort). I have better friends whom I might give a call to say a hello on certain occasions and certainly would reply if they call. (Here again I would not try to avoid)

I don't believe in the Best friend Concept.

I along with Mama English don't believe in the desi concept of "Wo mera sabse best friend hai"

It was a regular party we had. Although I was a little irritated by the fellow "Party Animals" regularly leaving the table and going out for a smoke ( I can't smoke due to underlying health problems). Our fun was aggrandized by a certain person of a certain geographical location whom we call by a certain name, sitting in a certain position wearing certain clothes. But the idea behind the whole thing was that it was our last party together so we better have fun by whatever means we could. And we did. Some of us did try to establist contact with the certain person but as far as my knowledge or concern goes none could. The evening was followed with high voltage drama (aka Rona Dhona) by two of the animals which we all are mentally prepared for anyway. I usually don't involve in all this as generally I am too drunk to notice even 3 stitches on my upper lip. The regualr emotional jargon can not stimulate more than the doctor's needle piercing through my soft upper lip unless it comes from someone of the likes of Katrina Kaif.

But the Animals ain't no Katrina, so I ain't no stimulated !

The two finally left on the wednesday morning and Afternoon respectively and I wish them all the luck in their future.