Mr. Nivash Shanmugham, S/o Bottle Mani. My friendship with
this guy has story and drama enough to qualify as film-worthy. We both are from
the same city and I never knew this guy until our college life began. Thanks to
Karthik Vasudevan, we met and the wavelengths matched – that was probably when
they figured out that doomsday is not far away! The first memory that I have of
him is that he ‘corrected’ a 6th std girl by giving a lollipop daily. Things
went fine (only for us) until he completed his UG. That was the time when he
became my roommate. I was working then and he was (apparently) doing his
Masters. He wouldn't share the house rent (even now he doesn't) and when we ask
he would say stories that would put those that Jeeva says in the ‘Nanban’ movie
to shame! And that was the year I barely saw him smile. And that probably was
when I got closer with him - when we shared love stories and failure stories
and most importantly, beer bottles. His girl had dumped him, all the companies
that had come for campus placements had narrowly escaped housing a disaster and
chose to overlook him much to his dismay and even his parents didn’t seem to be
very understanding or supportive back then. And somehow, he found solace in
Imran and me.
Sometimes in a life that seems extraordinarily boring, too many things happen
in what seems like a flash and we are left wondering with this questioned in
our minds: ‘What just happened?’ Somewhere when our jaws drop and a mosquito,
creates and runs a family and dies inside the mouth, we realize this – Life
just happened. That, my friend, is what happened in my case as well.
He became a bleddy professor and made many new friends.
MANY. Plus understand the significance of repeated usage of the word here.
Consequently, he started spending less time with us. We began fighting like we
were a couple, husband and wife (people still pull our legs saying the same).
Terms began rotting, or so I thought, there was this one single incident that
shattered me completely and I decided not to be so close with him ever again. I
even went ahead and told my friends that he is just a roommate and not a friend
anymore. And the thing I hate about this guy is that he acts like a girl at
times. Girls I have seen till now, I mean. For example, if we have a terrible
argument one night, the next day he would pretend as if nothing ever really
happened. Faak you man. Like seriously.
I tried to stay away from him but since the equation of the Universe demands
and directs otherwise, I couldn't. Sadly, we are still roommates. I had to see
his bleddy face daily. I read a saying on internet which said "Your best
friends are going to hurt you every once in a while, you must forgive them for
that". And I swear I keep forgiving this asshole every single minute for
all the trash he throws at me (imagery ma) and we continue to happily wreck
around with the happiness of everyone around.
