Happy (belated) Birthday Preeti :):):)

ahhh, cozy December morning of 1986 , 6 42 a.m, 9th day, an extra star rose with the sun and is now shining permanently in Bangy(err.., that is supposed to be poetic, dah, never mind :):)). Yeah Preeti's Birthday :):).

An account of my day and of the four loving and equally hopeless souls as me here who really did make my day :):).

Woke up at 12 am after saying F**K off you alarm, expecting calls :) What happens? No one calls :)!!Just three of them wish me usually a big gang of not less than twenty in a conference :))). HUGS Ini (from mumbai), Shanker (minnesota), Ramya(trichy) and Lak (chennai) :):). The next day morning, still, just four wishes. So what do you expect me to feel? Yeah yeah, Birthday comes every year and not that special a day and stuff.. But again I feel uneasy. So what do I do? Call everyone and get wished:) (Preeti alias shameless and hopeless but proud :))
Later, Revs calls me up and says I had given the wrong number to all my friends :):)
and that mama screwed (err..verbally ok) everyone who called him to wish me :):) Sorry friends.Then I speak non stop on phone till i reach office. No cake cutting and stuff ( somehow I really feel shy to do all that:)). Okay, let me cut the crap and boil down to the four people who made the day Perfect with a capital P :). Dibyayan (Dib), Hashim, Nandita and Pallav :):)
Hashim is the kinda guy whom I can always count on. Ever supportive of all my nonsense, ever protective like a bada bhai ever present and forms the base of my comfort zone. aur bas :) aur mujhse bola nahin jaata :):) and a footnote to girls, my bro is really good looking!!:) and yeah he loves my new haircut (will write about it soon :):))


Pallav, ah, I still remember the first thing he spoke to me "Preeti, you are the one who blogs na? you write well, I ve read them and liked the pictures too". I give a pseudo smile and try to look pleased, see emotions happy sad angry upset cannot be expressed by me at all. I laugh at the wrong time, cry at the wrong place and stuff :) And suddenly when someone comes and tells me that I write well , its as if telling Bush that he is sensible or Himesh Bhai that Kartz is a super hit. Anyways, from then we became friends since he satisfied the crazy to idiotic norms to be my friend :):) (err.. wanna watch dostana part 2 :-come to hash and pal :):) they make a lovely couple :):))



Nandita (Nannu), awww. my rommy friend and Lesbo partner (err.. last one was a joke obviously!!). She grumbles whole evening of Dec 8th saying she didn get me any gift, I monotonically reply saying its all right for the 100th time, then she springs up in the morn with a greeting card and my long obsessed book SHANTARAM, I feel lost for words, not because of the gift, but because she was so caring to each and every word and action of mine. I dont remember telling her its my next book on my to buy list. HUGS hun:):)



Dib : if you find the place relatively silent or a Moorish scent in the air, means he is missing. 206 bones of radiating energy and vigour, a real caring heart, and of course, like me, suffering from freaky levels of insanity. He has a special way of leaving a deep impact within and he really made me feel so special that day. HE took us all for a treat on my birthday evening to pizza corner.
And yeah, he wants to attain great heights in life, being in BHEL and also get started on something apart from work, so friends here, ideas wanted how to start on the journey of an entrepreneur :)HUGS :)

So you fantastic four, remain this way ever, you dont have a choice :):)