It is funny the timing of when and how I write my posts for my blog. Either it is before an exam. Or when I am stressed. So basically I enjoy my blogs. Which is awesome!! 🙂
So what is the best friend moment?
OK. This is how it works. Suppose you come to a new institute/workplace/environment. It is pretty obvious that we are bound to meet new people and some of them may become close and some of them not. Over time these casual friends that one makes goes on to enter into the life around you.
For example, to watch a new movie. You want company. You have been placed in a new city after college so your college friends are not much around.
Another case, a bit younger. You are in a new institute. You just cleared JEE/AIEEE and came to this big college leaving your home. You are about to stay in the hostel. Then you want to go and check out the new city. It is always human to put up a team of enthusiasts and head out.
So when these guys are into your daily life there is this moment when you feel that one of these fellow is really a good friend. You realize that you have here is one whom you can call a best friend. Maybe he wont feel that way but still you feel happy that you have made one. This moment when you feel is called the best friend moment.
In case where the sexes are opposite it can be that this can lead onto a dating relationship but that is the point of change in the whole relationship and doesn’t come under best friends.
If you look back into some of your best friends currently and think of how and when they became yours, then I am sure that you will forget all about your current work and smile like a dreaming child . 🙂
The reason why this is important is this. Later when you sit back and reminisce the best moments that you had with this friend it would start with this moment. And to your surprise it would be one of the best ones. It will make you look back and envy the good old days if you are in a bad position now. Or it can make you think that you have come a long way from that point to a much happier place.It could have been the time he/she was there for you when you needed a friend the most. Or the time you found something new about yourself thanks to the friend. Its all that makes up this special moment.
At times of placement, farewell and what not, this post will absolutely make sense to those who might have to say their adieu to their best mates.
Though I must stress that it is not necessary to have this kind of an impulsive moment. Just that in cases that if it exists, it is duely noted by the person. And it stays embedded in the mind for a long time.
So let this post be the reason for you to start thinking about your best moments and reminisce them. Who knows this can be that special day.
This post is inspired after one of my friend commented on how I eat rice with my hand and not with spoon (Yes, u guessed it right he was north indian! ). He was disgraced by the way I involve all my fingers in the mixing and matching of my food that he had to comment about it. And to his annoyance we were sitting and eating in a hall which was brimming with south indian workers who were enjoying their meal happily with God’s given spoon. 😉
My eating was not that much a disgusting feature as my friend had explained, as it involved only the soiling of upto my fingers. This he had over-exaggerated to the situation of making chapathi atta with the whole hand diving into the sea of Rice and Sambhar that I had to go into self defence. ” What makes you feel so much disgust”, I asked him. And his answer astonished me as much as this semester’s product design grades!
He said ,”How can you involve DIRTY your hand like this for eating”, and that he uses spoon wherever he goes to eat. And to his dismay there was no spoon on the offer in this mess because this was a company mess and they are not used to people asking for spoon.
But the startling part was the DIRTYing of my fingers. My question is how can one DIRTY yourself with food! I mean it is after all the one that we crave for and devour the most. I mean DIRTY not by spilling on yourself of course. But by eating with your food! What part of the food that he eats with hand is different from that is going into his stomach! To my amazement these people eat rice and sambhar with spoon! How do they mix these both then?
Thats the thing! They dont. It is like eating chappathi only. They take sambhar in a spoon and pour it over rice and take the drenched rice without mixing and enjoy their delicious south indian delicacy! If that is the case I wondered whether eating rice and correspondingly drinking sambhar out of a glass will do the same thing for them? 😛
I am not saying that involve your whole fist into eating (and neither was it the way I did it). There does involve table manners and cleanliness there also. At home when I was sick, my mom used to involve her whole fist to mix that Rasam rice because then it used to turn into digestable paste which was useful to me when I was sick. There are people who consider using almost their whole fist while eating and they dont care about what others judge about them. But these remarks on my limited-use of fingers itself caused a frenzy that I was appalled.
Please note that this is not a north indian vs south indian debate. I am not so low to show any linguistic or regionalistic differences. This is because I know a lot of north indians who enjoy their food by hand. But the point is that there are almost very few south indians who would complain against this and that my observation group is mainly formed by my friends who tend to be from the north.
This also brings me to another point. People when they eat at home use their hands or do not always use the spoon to eat. But when they go to some high-end restaurant they start using the fork and knife.This is pretty evident with their difficulty in eating the last chicken piece with their hand when at home they just grab that piece and chew on it to the last piece of flesh.
There are few justifications as to civilization vs autonomous thought.
People think it is a civilized way of doing it as eating like that makes them high-class or decent. Others may find it difficult to have an alter ego to change one’s way of doing things for others. At last they end up getting the chicken piece than the others. I find it sometimes amusing also to watch the former ones trying to eat a dosa with fork. 😀
At last it is each one’s decision to gain what they need. Respect or food. Because each one stands to lose out on the other.
But until then I would like to hold onto this thought only. When I go to KFC and have that Chicken Bucket and when Colonel Harland Sanders’s smiles at me to have a Finger Licking Good time at it, I am not going to stop to think at hypocrites and stop enjoying that last piece of chicken. 😛
Those were the times I would say. It brings very nostalgic memories. Freshman year at insti. The time when I was introduced to a myriad of opportunities that called itself IIT campus life. It is a bit sad though that I am writing about the whole experience after a long time but the delay is what that makes it even more special to me because those were the best moments of my life.
Well, what was it that made it the most awesome year in my life. Was it the tribal war cries of inter-hostel battle for which the newborn babies( us !! ) were trained very vociferously for?? Was it the daily fear of ragging that senior would call us and make us do things that we didnt want to but would have enjoyed if someone else did( 🙂 ) ?? Was it the immense amount of sports I played for my hostel?? Was it the view of very huge technical festival and cultural festival from the inside?? Was it being in the hostel for the first time?? Was it sleeping in a class of 250 in the last bench in CRC ?? Was it the beauty of the IIT campus and going to CCD at 1.30 at night ( Ya!! CCD used to be open till 2!! ) ?? Was it the chance to see a crowd of abot 8ooo in an Open Air Theater in Saarang?? Was it the feel of Inter IIT rivalry in Inter IIT sports held in IIT Madras?? ………. and on and on…There are just too many to compare.
Its too difficult to compare those moments. The first semester was the most awesome part among the two semesters. I feel bad for those juniors who arent able to interact with their seniors just because of the ragging issue. It prevents them in knowing a lot about the insti life and how to enjoy it fully. Some juniors are also adamant in not knowing their seniors. Well buddy your loss. Its just purely your loss.