Friday, December 30, 2011

The Girl Who Ate Maggie (a lot)

I remember the first time I met her… I was new to Mumbai, new to hostel life, first time away from home, away from family and friends, away from everything that was safe, comfortable and familiar…

I remember my first impression about her… she looked so matured, she was so different from me, she was so much of a “woman”, she couldn’t possibly be 17…

She didn’t even like cricket… how can ANYBODY NOT LIKE CRICKET? Ergo, I did NOT like her…

But it’s not like I had a lot of options. I was already late by two months, people had already formed ‘groups’ and she was the only company I had. Plus, she had a cell phone and she let me use it at times…

So we became ‘friends’ and here, I use the term ‘friends’ loosely.

We hung out, though we had very little in common. I was an Eco student, she was doing sociology; I was a hardcore non-vegetarian, she had never tasted meat; I was (still am) pint-sized, she was tall and broad; I was a miser careful about money (I still remember sulking about the one rupee she had borrowed and not returned), she was a spendthrift who made STD calls everyday to her entire khandaan; I was still a schoolgirl, she had already grown up…

Then compulsory Hindi happened. I was screwed big time and she came to my rescue. Before the exams she would take me to the study room and teach me, and once I managed to just scrape through the first year without a backlog in the subject, we had finally managed to establish a common ground…

The next two years were all about long walks on the Marine Drive, shopping sprees in Colaba, Crawford Market and Fashion Street, arguing about which movies to watch (we had the exact opposite tastes), trying out all the eating joints close by, late night chats and maggie (too much of it) and last minute cramming before exams despite our different majors…

She went off to Pune for her masters, and a year later, I followed. She became a media professional while I became a confused misfit…

I confided in her about my dysfunctional relationships and she listened…

She got married at 25 and babied at 26…

The baby was born on December 28, at 3:45 p.m… Coincidence? I don’t think so. It’s called friendship, and I do not use the term loosely now.

12 comments:

Makk said...

whats special abt this date? pardon my ignorance plz

Makk said...

Dont tell me TIME is also same???

Neil said...

She really must be your BFF if she planned her baby's birth like this. Anon will not be pleased ....

~ Mohit said...

Belated Happy B'day :-)

Nefertiti said...

@makk

the time is ALMOST the same. difference of 4 minutes. but I will live with it.

@neil
well, now that you put it like THAT, it wasn't EXACTLY planned this way, but I think subconsciously, she wanted it. And anon is most welcome to plan her baby accordingly. As it is, her BFF quotient is going downhill.

@mohit
you mean, to the baby right?

Carpe Diem! said...

Awww, Congratulations to your friend! :)

Out of curiosity, where did you study in Mumbai?

Nefertiti said...

@carpe diem
thanks (on her behalf). And I studied in Sophias.

Carpe Diem! said...

Ooh, I was curious because you talked about the same town-side places that we used to haunt. I studied in Xavier's. :)

Nefertiti said...

@carpe diem
yea yea... i know what you mean! and xavier's haan? we did NOT like people from THAT college. :)
but you seem to be different.

Carpe Diem! said...

Heh, all that townie college rivalry thing. I was always the girl from the suburbs and absolutely did not care for it. I just loved Xavier's and my department. I had no lena-dena with other things. :)

Nefertiti said...

and which department would that be? do you mean you guys actually STUDIED there?

Carpe Diem! said...

Hehe. English Lit. :) I loved at least 2 out of 3 of my profs and most of my syllabus. :P