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A brother from a holy land

     When we first met in the spring of 2011, we hardly knew what each others background was,  or motives were, or even names for that matter. Then,  I don't know how, we struck off so well,  and today, our names are more often called together. This post is dedicated to my best friend and my brother for all intents and purposes, Shivanshu, who turned 21 in reality today and 20 on papers.
    Shivanshu is just like an elder brother to me. Whenever I was confused, infuriated, mad, sad, sick, he was there. All the fun exploring of Delhi I've done, I've had this bus-pass-buddy with me all along. Or chronicles are so vast and diverse and interesting that if one goes in to write a book on it, it would definitely sell better than "the monk who sold his ferrari". I mean the instances were so insane that only he, or I could've only beared them. I remember this instance, just four days before our exams, we stood on the bus stand in front of the college and a bus came. We got into it and don't know where we landed ourselves. But that was fun. Or be it the JNU visits, where we went for food and a looong bus ride.
      But keeping the fun factor in an envelope, he was more of a brother and a cooling factor. I always got on my nerves and he brought me down from there. He was like Rancho to me farhan. The day when my internal marks blew my head, he stood with me even though it was his exam the next day(for us people, the day before the exam is the most crucial one). Or the pathetic P.G. hunt in Laxmi Nagar, or even instance I don't even remember, he was all along. In him, I've found a friend for entire life; provided the life proceeds as I've projected it to be. Happy Birthday Pandit...

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  1. Vibha1 March 2014 at 07:05

    This was a very heart warming post sudhir! am glad to know that there is a writer in you...keep going. all the best!

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