Friendship, Boys And Girls!

This is a simple attempt at a painful juxtaposition of the lives of many. Well, well well. Whether this is similar to your story, or no - a different one - yet speaks volumes of your neighbors' spicy lives - is up to you to judge. But before I start, I would like to put forward a disclaimer for my own safety. All the characters discussed and the words written here do not directly or remotely refer to you or anyone you know.

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A and B. [ A - guy friend; B - girl who is a friend ]

B's desk:

A comes straight to B every single day, pinches her cheek, caresses her hair, does a cheek-to-cheek touch with her before he starts doing anything of use (if at all there is any). This is 'friendship' - they defended themselves when word spread. Anyone who makes fun of this would be desecrating the divinity that surrounds their relationship. Such was the look this supposedly conservative girl gave at anyone who tried to tease or mock. What divinity would one get by rubbing one's prickly bristled skin against a fair smooth cheek! I keep wondering!!

At home:
A is a family boy. B is very virtuous and will be given in marriage soon. Both know that their families and cultures wouldn't allow for them to be married, so are comfortable remaining this way!

C and D. [ C - the babe in saree; D - the dude in shorts ]

Wedding function:

Lovely night. Celebration. Ethnic clothes. Party. People. Nice food. No alcohol. Lot of fun. After all this, C wanted to go to her friend's place for a girls night out. 9 in the night. She asks me to drop her at a certain G circle on my way home. I drop her at the circle. Interestingly, D was waiting to pick her up from there. I was shocked to see the bas****. She, with a sheepish grin, tells me that she would change at D's place and then go to meet her girl buddies. Oh, was she so shy to go to the girl's PG where her friends were waiting and change there? - I have no answer to this. Next day, both were absent. Ooomph. Oh  no, friendship!

At home.

C, now, has a husband who is a fool. D is the only son who their parents are fond of. And this friendship continues.

E and F. [ E - mumma to her daughter; F - the boss who is sincerely straight ]

Pub:

E has long been wanting a promotion. And one fine day she was promoted. She takes along a group of close friends for a drinks party. There, after a few shots, she goes high. Screams - 'I'll tell you all one of my stories'. The dirty story of how F tasted her. The reward, her promo. 'Hey hey, do not mistake us - we're good friends now!', she thunders.

At home:

E's parents who think highly of E take care of her daughter. F's parents are searching for a bride. E and F meet quite often if one of them 'gets bored' - or in other words - wants some fun.

G and H. [ G - guy who believes in connections; H - girl who is ugly ]

Chai shop:

G is a very cunning guy. He tells us - in his usual explicit tone - that he loves to f*** whenever he is pissed off. He tells us of all his steamy affairs thinking these things would inspire us. One fine day, he encounters a huge problem and is super pissed. He takes H home. Next day, he smiles a lot. Tells the guys that her special spots were all big-big. After few days, we grill H with questions during one special occasion. She gets pissed off and screams - 'we're best of friends, alright!' This is just not alright, baby!

At home:

G comes from a respectful household. H is a church-goer. She lies at home and stays at G's place every other Friday night.

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There are so many stories like this. For now, I would stop here. Because it gets dirtier as I write. This is how things are turning out to be. With no offense to anyone, friendship has been shamed by many neo-liberals and been made to look like one cauldron of liberated passions and stumbled morality. If this is called friendship - very sorry - the very definition of it needs to be changed by all means. Where is purity of thought! I have heard few friends who start loving each other and then marry. That, now, seems to be an acceptable notion. But this level of psychosis is unheard of. People think the world they live in, is Vegas. Let us drink, make merry, kiss, get wild, sleep, get up, shake hands and be friends. Who the hell are you fooling? This is a serious state of moral impairment. Deep down, you know it. What do I know, you might glibly ask! You know it well that you are scarring your own self! Scar it more, kill your conscience - and you will die in shame.

Do you seriously want to live with such suppressed guilt? How long can you possibly hide it under a fanciful word called 'friendship'? Imagine: years later if you have children and they start walking in your ways - and you instantly know that it has come from you, it would pain you more. Please turn from your ways before this becomes a trait, lest it passes on to your kids and your bloodline thereby defiled. No positive change is too late. Let love set you free.