Friends!

Published Wednesday, December 07, 2005 by Bharath Sattanathan | E-mail this post

When I looked around in the dictionary this afternoon for the meaning of the word FRIEND I found "one who is on good terms with & loves another". That's not too bad for a definition, doesn't it? But if you ask me personally I would say friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… it has no survival value, rather is one of those things that gives value for survival. Do you know anybody living in this world without friends- at least I don't know anyone so far & guess will not come across one my entire life. Oh ya, there may be few exceptions though-must be a real psycho.

I have also had a bunch of them from time to time. I think this post will be about all those guys & gujjili's who I have been gud friends with. Let me start with the childhood days. My first official friend was a guy named Suresh Balaji, I dont even know if he is alive today. After few years down the lane when I was in my tenth I think his sister was crowned Ms.Chennai. At that point of time I wished I had stayed in touch. I am talking abt a time when I was in my LKG & UKG ( I had told u, I have a long memory!). Three years when I was in delhi I didnt even have any boy friends, I was surrounded by gals, yeah! shy is coming actually to reveal this but yeah I was surrounded by gals of all ages. From my classmates to class teachers, Kusuma to kuppa kari, Anushka to Anamika. I was always the play ful guy who has the ability to get to the top of the class but will or have never done that, atleast thats what my marks card would say.

After I came back from Delhi, when I made my entry into the world of madras again Suresh Balaji was still there in the same apartment where we owned ours. So it was fun time again. A lot of cricket means a lot of windows broken! Bad Uncles & Aunties would have all the balls ( I mean cricket, tennis, rubber, footbal, etc etc) in their homes, enugh to open a Balls Shop! (:P). That was their only way to take revenge, thats all that they knew. In the process few went on to become my friends in the mode of convencing them to get back the balls. That period was also influenced by lot of people surrounding me. I like being amoung people regardless of the age factor, to top that if they are members of the opposite sex, please god some body stop me!.

And then the best period of my life came. Santhome High School here I come. The moment I stepped inside this phenominal school I felt the adreline rush through my veins. I got a sports admission. My best friends during this period were two guys Bharath Kumar & Srinivasa Raghavan. Bharath is now working in madras & Cheena is up in BITS pilani porrukifying & topping his class. Yeh both were cricketers too & we went to play for Tamil Nadu together till I stepped out. Let me tell you some thing abt Santhome life & the kind of students we had especially our batch. Rather I prefer penning an incident.

My roll number falls behind a guy called Deepak Jain & his is after Bharath kumars. (To avoid the confusion my pet name was BUNTY & thats the way cricketers in madras still know me, anyways thats my favourite pet name too) So this was the time of the examination. I guess it was the history exams. Settu (deepak) as we would call him was as usual scratching his head for an answer. So he thought to ask bharath (not me), out of all people in the world. Bharath luckily knew that answer. After ten minutes while the process of helping him he burst out laughing in the examination hall. I was astronished & so were everyone. It was time & we rushed outside to find out what happened. The conversation started like me asking bharath the reason for the laughter. He replied saying that the answer to whatever settu asked was Treaty of Versailles. So I said whats wrong in that. He told that after he told him the answer, since he couldnt show his paper, Settu asked "Dei Versailles spelling solluda?". I burst out laughing. First of all this guy has all the balls (literal sense!) in the whole world to copy in Santhome examination where if you get caught they would rip your ass or knuckles open & on top of that he wants to know the spelling!

Santhome was lots of fun. From the hindi teacher who made us pass only if we went to his tutions to the Brother who gave us soft drinks everytime we visited his office. The time we spent in my house cutting classes in the name of practice to the beach runs every saturday everything was fun. The practice seasons were the best. My coach would make us run the number of rounds around the ground depending on the number of the bus he came in (27 rounds for say 27 C, dont ask me wht will he do for the C), everything was so enjoyable. Offcourse it wasnt funny to run 27 rounds!

Then all of a sudden the day came where I had to leave all this. I was holding the trophy for the Best Schoolboy cricketer of the year presented by TNCA in one hand & in the other hand my bags to move to a different land all of a sudden. Then.....

as usual do i need 2 say it....to be continued!!!

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