My Best Buddy

The title may be misleading and should read “My Best Buddies” but then again as an afterthought and thinking logically, at one time I had one best buddy only. Once when I am done with, then only the other one becomes my best buddy.

I can hear still mom shouting at me “you are useless and turning your sister into one too…bahar ghoomo jaake …social life kucch hai hee nahi tumhari” and I m like “ mom, plz for god sake dun bug me….i m enjoying wit my best buddy.”

My best buddy has taken me to courtrooms, taken me to primitive african jungles, introduced me to a girl working for a missionary (the last thing that wud interest her is money…believe me…I was also calling her a hypocrite when she said these words but her strong convincing points finally made me yield to her), made me investigate brutal murder mysteries, helped me screw some hollywood babes (aise hee thode naa main use best buddy kahtaa hoon). He has done a lot for me. When I was all alone with each of my friend busy in his or her life, he stood by me. He never let me down. Forget finding solace in his company, I ended up enjoying him thoroughly.

For us the humans, the most difficult is the parting shot. And if it’s a shot with your best buddy, then the empty buckets are bound to fill up with copious tears. A lump in the throat, nostalgia and what not. But then again, here also my best buddy is different. As soon as I am done with him , the other one is ready to become my best buddy.

If my best buddy is not taking proper care of mine (ohh yes, I love to be pampered by my best buddy), all hell breaks loose(only yesterday…..Danielle Steel….i ll never touch u again…u r shit).

With utmost honesty, Poirot has been my No. 1 buddy…I can wake up till 4 a.m. with him.But alas, he is running out of resources. Soon, he ll be an old story (unlike saumya, I don’t revisit my once best buddies). Then, I would have to find solace(sorry, again a wrong word…I enjoy..remember) in some one else’s company…..