Minutes Of The 'Friendly' Dogfight
Many times in life a sudden need of some resolution is felt. As one grows up, you tend to embrace, and adapt soon after, an unfamiliar quality of leaving things behind. Soon after that, it becomes a part of you like never before. A resolution - or a recap if not conclusion to certain things - always works like magic. Here's one of them, a rather personal one:
Dear Bro,
I always felt an instant connection with you - our devotion for Linkin Park as mere North Indians, our mutual interest in 'Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within', 'Half Life', Max Payne and, of course, Fast & Furious. Honestly, I didn't think of you anything more than a random guy trying to get by in a random situation - something I still turn out to be in most assessments. But in your simplistic approach to limited resources was always immense satisfaction and comfort. You had your unique way of shaking off any and every hurdle with that goofy laughter, which worked more like your signature tune be it any situation. You would lend me your motorcycle with the exact same last minute note: "Raid mat mario," meaning don't screw it up. Last shows at PVR Saket were always the best buddy time. Sometimes we would have just one helmet - DONT TRY THIS AT HOME OR ANYWHERE, THAT WAS JUST A THING OF THE PAST - and whoever between us was without one would have teary eyes at the end of the 5-KM-or-so ride. You would roll up the Hindustan Times paper we were forcibly subscribed to at school and use it like a loudspeaker to say abusive things to the whole class. "Maiovey." Man was that hilarious. I still can't get over it. So creative.
I am not proud of what happened. Hope you know. Hope you're still as fun as you always were. Hope you're still kicking. (Also hope you're getting some!)
PS: OMG the trip.
Dear Bro,
I always felt an instant connection with you - our devotion for Linkin Park as mere North Indians, our mutual interest in 'Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within', 'Half Life', Max Payne and, of course, Fast & Furious. Honestly, I didn't think of you anything more than a random guy trying to get by in a random situation - something I still turn out to be in most assessments. But in your simplistic approach to limited resources was always immense satisfaction and comfort. You had your unique way of shaking off any and every hurdle with that goofy laughter, which worked more like your signature tune be it any situation. You would lend me your motorcycle with the exact same last minute note: "Raid mat mario," meaning don't screw it up. Last shows at PVR Saket were always the best buddy time. Sometimes we would have just one helmet - DONT TRY THIS AT HOME OR ANYWHERE, THAT WAS JUST A THING OF THE PAST - and whoever between us was without one would have teary eyes at the end of the 5-KM-or-so ride. You would roll up the Hindustan Times paper we were forcibly subscribed to at school and use it like a loudspeaker to say abusive things to the whole class. "Maiovey." Man was that hilarious. I still can't get over it. So creative.
I am not proud of what happened. Hope you know. Hope you're still as fun as you always were. Hope you're still kicking. (Also hope you're getting some!)
PS: OMG the trip.
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