COMRADES IN WAR

With mud smeared all over his half naked frame, a janewdhari wearing a boxer, was diligently faking a smile to my parents.Apparently he had heard about me before.After settling me in the room my parents left.Then I found myself in an awkward position in presence of three strangers darting their vision on me.One of them was lying on bed,buried under a blanket.Someone told me that he was suffering from fever.I remember lending an expert advice on the dosage of medicine administered to him,"Agar ek pura paracetamol khila dia to mar jaega".
There were five members in the room.Thankfully I knew one of them personally before coming to the new place.His presence gave me courage to stay put calmly.

Soon the moon showed up in the sky.

The janewdhari helped me with class notes while the bed ridden bloke and the dark complexioned guy kept murmuring something.
Next I was called for a ragging session by the seniors and after an hours time and with two small watery eyes,I returned to my room.Everybody had slept.I cursed my luck for clearing the entrance test for the new place.

Eventually everybody in the room became friendly and we started sharing things together.Though I kept failing in keeping up with the law of the room("Deka sir! They broke my bottle!!!","Murthy sir,this my comb.Not Vishwajeet's" )yet we gelled very fast and came close to each other.The bonding forged then, turned into an unbreakable metal and has stood every rough and mighty test of time,growing stronger with each passing second.

It was 1998 when I met these wonderful guys who have been more than "Best Friends" to me.Brothers in arm we marched ahead, defeating every hurdle that came our way.


Today on the eve of Friendship Day I pay my tribute to my four roomies,who have been pillars of support in every step of my life.

Do I need to name you Gentlemen?