You will meet a lot of people in your life; many will leave but the few that remains are the ones that truly matter. These guys are the ones that I know no matter what; they will always be here. Sure we may be busy but we know we can always count on each other.
Let me do the introductions. From left to right: Kulbushan (me) AKA KU, Avishek AKA PT and Bhadrasen AKA Bad. Our friendship dates back to pre-primary school. I was then transferred to another school but we met again in college. Then began 7 years of craziness. Obviously I cannot divulge our secrets. But I can share a few anecdotes.
We often used to take the piss out of other students…mainly girls. Few months back one of them messaged me on Facebook and told me “You remember me?”
I was like: “Not really…enlighten me please?”
She said “When you were my senior you were with your two friends once and you told me that my skirt needs to be 5cm below knees and not 5cm below ass cheeks”.
Or we would roam around the school compound and act all badasses and all…which didn’t help us really…we were the prime suspects every time something went wrong in the school even though we were not involved( or so we say :p).
Lately we have all been busy…PT was caught in his job, I had an internship and bad had his dissertation. But nonetheless we always managed to find time to catch up.
This is the friendship that I know will last a lifetime…we are not giving up…and I know…if we are doing something crazy…we’ll do it together!!
Couple of years back, a good friend of mine asked to borrow my camera for a few days. She was going on a multiple day nature trip; which includes camping, bonfires trekking and stuff…
Knowing she would be careful with my effects, I agreed to lend it to her. After 3 days, she came back but she was different; behavior wise. She didn’t speak much, nor was she smiling or anything. It was like she was scared… She came over to my place, handed me over my camera. As I asked her how was the trip, she looked at me…shook her head and left the place in hurry.
Curious as to what was wrong with her, I called on of my other friend who was on the same trip. He said she unravelled after the 2nd day. She would sit quietly in a corner, eat very little and wake up late at night screaming.
Later that day, I went over to her place with my camera and asked her what was wrong. To which she said “He is always with me….ALWAYS”. I was a bit stricken as to what she meant but she told me that she just needs to rest. So I headed back into my car…but it wouldn’t start…the engine just kept stalling. I got out and headed back in her house.
She wasn’t pleased to see me back…And less pleased when I asked if I could stay over. She said “You cannot stay here…He will not appreciate that”. I still managed to convince her to allow me to stay. At night, we sat together and watched all the pictures she took and she was sharing the details of each picture. She then took the camera with her and I went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up around 9. Curious as to why my friend didn’t wake me up earlier…I went into her room, only to find her lying inert in her bed. I walked slowly closer to her and called out her name. Nothing. A quick inspection showed no pulse. I panicked. I called the cops. They confirmed her death. They locked down the house and carried out an investigation. The post-mortem results showed nothing abnormal. They couldn’t even deduce the cause of the death.
Few days later, they handed me over my camera that was in her room. I immediately plugged it in my computer to relive some of the moments she shared with me the night she died. The last picture made my heart race like a composer ordering an accelerando.
This was the picture: