Over the years, I have had several friends. I have shared meaningful relationships with a lot of people, severed meaningful relationships with some and been betrayed by many. That is all a part of friendship, I suppose. However, there are some relationships which have withstood the test of time, distance and boyfriends (yes, they are a very real test in every friendship between women). These are some of my closest friends even now and I have known them for what seems like forever but is actually a comparatively little time.
There is Rashmi, in whom we have always had very little faith, for very justifiable reasons. Devoid of a sense of balance and fashion, over the years I have seen her wear pink pyjamas with yellow stripes paired with a blue T-shirt, red sandals and silver jewellery, as well as perform her very own rendition of ‘Superman’ when she flew across some 10 metres to land flat on her face because she was too busy talking and walking at the same time. At one point in time, I found myself constantly worrying (and hoping a little) that she would be found in the culvert in our college campus. Needless to say, that never happened. The girl can chatter endlessly, has experienced at least 10 ‘I would be happy if I were die right now’ moments (most of them revolving around food, of course) and can eat anything which walks. She was also constantly bullied by everyone (including me) but I am happy to note that she has finally found someone whom she can bully a.k.a. her husband. She has been to jail for a few hours on account of having been arrested for participating in a protest against communalism, licked rum off the floor and broken the pot in the girls’ hostel loo. It is superfluous to say that she is a very interesting person to be around and usually manages to find herself in hilarious situations (mostly of her own making). She is also one of the few people whom I understand enough to be able to follow a thought process just from her facial expressions. Quite crazy, she has managed to make me do some pretty crazy things with her. Of course, she is also a coward in many ways and always manages to make me do the things which are likely to land us in trouble (most notably, the incident revolving ‘ladoos’).
We have been friends since practically the first day of college. I believe she first noticed me because I was sleeping during some lecture and she thought I was weird. Somehow, and I doubt she can also pinpoint the exact manner, we became friends. This friendship has endured law school and is probably the only friendship from our batch which lasted throughout law school and is still going strong. I guess we realised that our friendship is way more important than a career and the thought of sliming each other never occurred to us. Incidentally, we also bicker like husband and wife, where I play the role of the wife since I am always nagging and bullying her and she plays the role of the harassed husband who does things just for peace of mind. We lived together for 4 years despite how different we are in terms of living. And oh, we have survived having a crush on the same boy while in college. The crush lasted for 48 hours but it was pretty intense for both of us.
The best part of our relationship though is how we can lead completely different and separate lives and still manage to share a bond. It has been over 7 months since I have met her and I know that when we do meet (in a couple of weeks), it will be the same.
The third member of our trio is Daisy. In some ways, Daisy has always been the older sister in the group. Perenially disgusted with us because of our stupidity and our constant giggling, she has also been a major part of our law school life. Two years senior to us, it is still a mystery as to how we became friends, though I suspect it was over her promise to sneak in vodka for us. In many ways, Daisy is completely opposite to us. For starters, she can wear lace and frills and Rashmi and I feel ridiculous in a get-up like that. Three of us have lived together for 3 years in the same room and managed to make it work despite Daisy having adopted a stray puppy and making it live in our room. Rashmi and I survived largely because we spent a lot of time thinking of creative ways of getting rid of the puppy. It was a fun exercise largely because we knew we would never carry out any of our plans and most of them were also not capable of being executed.
I think Daisy introduced us to Bangalore in all its glory. We went for several meals to Little Chef (a little Chinese restaurant set in a garage with old car seats for couches), a picnic and did lots of clubbing together. I have very fond memories of her jeep in which we used to drive around all day and keep going to all these new places. She knew all the little nooks and crannies in Bangalore and we really grew to love Bangalore because of her. Generous to a fault, it is amazing how much she has pampered us over time. She would give us pretty much anything we would express a desire for- treat us to restaurants, take us for movies and let us vegetate in her house for days/weeks/months on end. All she asked in exchange was that we tolerate her penchant for stray dogs and share living space with them (incidentally, her dogs always got better food than us).
Unfortunately, four years ago, Daisy migrated to Australia. The good part- we got a bonus three months in college again because she moved out of her house and came and lived with us on campus. That was awesome! We threw several farewell parties for her (primarily because her dates kept getting extended) and each was more fun than the other. We have not been able to keep too much in touch unfortunately. We have barely spoken, emailed and have not met each other in 4 years. However, I know for a fact that nothing will have changed among the three of us. I can’t help but remember the fantastic girls’ nights out the three of us went on to this placed called Buzz where we consumed copious amounts of beer and french fries. And oh, the best part about Daisy- she is never on a diet! I have seen the girl eat 3 lunches and it was a memorable experience. As I prepare to meet her in two weeks, I can’t wait for the days to pass by quickly and take me back to Bangalore and the happy days the three of us spent together.
I think the few days we will be spending soon with each other at Rashmi’s place (sans the husband who has been told to vacate the premises) are going to be legen-dary. They are going to be short to encompass so many years of living away from each other and all the various events, occurrences and happenings (major and minor) we have missed out on. However, it will, undoubtedly, be damn freaking awesome. The best part, I reckon, would be that we would fall into our roles- Daisy, the older sister, me, the husband and Rashmi, the wife- with Daisy constantly rolling her eyes at our bickering and continuing to pamper us.
In an ever-changing world, where the average relationship seems to have a short lifespan, I am confident we have what it takes to make it. I imagine growing old and still having each other to talk to and reminisce with. If nothing else, I know I will always be grateful for them and I will always be glad that I decided to do law because I would not have met them if I hadn’t. They are what made law school worth it. Thank you.