Gone..with the wind...

Scene 1.
Date-20th December 2000
Venue- Std 7 classroom of a girls only school. No guys present anywhere except the 60 year old watchman,outside the gate..

IF, IF the district collector was a woman, If the education minister was a woman, That is to say, someone useful were at the authorities' seats..The day would have been declared a holiday, a mourning day. But nothing like that happened..In a building filled with heartbroken females, we clung on to each other for support and fresh tissues and handkerchiefs..Teachers wept in the staffroom, giving us an hour of peaceful mourning.er..morning.

It was the day Hrithik Roshan got married.

Ah..what an year that was..The easiest year ever to buy cards for all occasions, all you had to do was to pick up the card in which Hrithik looked hot ( all of them in that case)..every dance had the same step..radio everywhere played just one song..every girl wanted to be named Sonia..

sigh.

Now, on that day, every single female heart broke. The shortest in class, but the biggest Hrithik fan of all times, sat in the front bench( yeah,now you know how traumatised she was!) weeping. We couldn't stand that pain..We even arranged a makeshift wedding, with an imaginary Hrithik as groom, and our fan(Ms.T) had an imaginary wedding, with not-so-imaginary friends doing the "kurava" and the teachers dutifully thought they just "imagined" the noise...

That was the first marriage of a friend that I attended.

Scene 2.
Venue- My bedroom.
Date- er..3 days back.
me on sms chat with my best friend.

me: u heard? M s gettin married!!
missed call.
me.: guy's engg.
she: arrngd no?
me:yeah..
:
:
:
missed call.
me: sigh.
she: bt ts al..our clsmte gettin married..v will soon be!!
me: you are even older than she is!( I aint heartless to remind my friends that they are older than they believe they are. So I said this in mind.)

me: cal re.

followed a very emotional conversation on how life was getting all scary and how we were all growing up and ...and...(wail..))

sniff..

and we reminded each other of our good old days..
Me the nerd, K the popular, S the painter, A the rogue, AN the band leader, F the sensitive, T the hrithik fan, M the singer,R the outstanding, C the standing out,B the bystander......The days spent gossiping..The dances,The girls day outs, The spy works (we had tabs on who is going out with who from the nearby boys only school) the fights, the puberty talks by the much embarrassed nuns, and(i love this part) the boys-want-only-one-thing-talks from our dear old princis...the code words( we know what that means, and there is a reason, you,XY chromy,can't understand that!)

Life was so simple when it was the aunty/uncle/cousin/neighbour/teacher/sister/brother/ who was getting married.. Now, the time has come..We attend our own friends' weddings..(and like Monica said-"now you have to go away and I have to live with a ....boy!!!!) We officially have to buy presents.. We now have THE talks with seriousness..

And what next? we babysit for each other's children??
And worry about getting the kid into school??
And then worry about the hormonal changes?
And then worry about their marriage?

I already feel old.

So..M is indeed getting married..And we are at the age where we totally ,utterly,completely hate going to weddings. Coz all we hear is "you are next". (like the popular joke goes-I love funerals now-I get to say "you are next!")

Wish we never grew up.
And now I sing..

so if we get the big jobs,and we make the big money

when we look back now will our jokes still be funny

will we still remember everything we learned at school

still be trying to break every single rule.

i keep thinking its not goodbye

keep on thinking its a time to fly

and this is how it feels

as we go on,

we remember,

all the times we,

had together,

as our lives change,

from whatever,

we will still be,

friends...forever..

I wonder.....

And the now the big question.
to wear saree or not to wear saree for the wedding.

gulp.