The thing about friends is that they even if they are the best thing that could happen to a person they are also the worst that can happen too. I recently moved to Bangalore to find a job, which a friend helped me find, though it’s not the best job in the world, it’s something I want to do, and I don’t have to depend on any one for my survival till I find something more to my liking. Before I came here I was not sure where my life was heading, I was ashamed to face my parents, and I tried to run from myself even though I knew it was futile. Another friend encouraged me to take this step and move to Bangalore take charge of my life she convinced me to believe in myself when I couldn’t trust my thoughts. Others provided me shelter, food and help or simply sat around with me to talk when I was lost. One guy took me in when I was totally at a lack for a place to live in even though he had met me only once about four years ago. His other roommates welcomed me like long lost friends and made me feel at home, sharing the second bed so that I could have the other one to myself, though I’m not entirely sure that their gesture was selfless.

Jokes apart what I’m trying to say here is if this bunch of people weren’t here I would probably be sitting at home brooding about the mistakes I made, the streak of bad luck that had brought me to the edge of disaster I was at and listening to my father recount my mistakes from the time I was two every time he looked at me. Though he is probably and more likely right. They still believed in me they let me close my eyes and step into the void because they told me that they believed in me and pushed me to rediscover myself. When I thought I was no good to anyone, another friend called me telling me that she missed me and needed me? Needed me when I wasn’t even sure where my day was heading. I went to Bombay and the moment I saw them I knew it was a mistake. Mistake, because that moment I realized how much I missed them and depended on them to keep me on track with life, tell me that no matter what happened or how spectacularly I failed or self destructed I could always count on them to pick up the pieces and put me back together, it might take them some time and it might take me more time to decide which way is up but eventually it tells me that everything will be all right eventually and they will still be around to egg ne on to new heights. That is the good thing about friends, when families will be thinking about how badly you’ve let them down and how disappointed they are in you. Your friends would already be busy picking up pieces, mopping up the blood and gore and preparing to help you stand up again and regain the footing you’ve lost. They will never tell you how bad you have been but only what you can do and how much they believe in you. They will lend you money when you don’t have any, the will provide you shelter, and take care of you. Does this make you weak and dependent? may be. Would I give up this for all the riches in the world? (are you out of your mind).

But the question is such a dependence good?, and the answer is that I don’t know, I really don’t know, maybe I make more mistakes because I know there are people around to bail me out and just may be I would be better off without them but would I be happy? That I can answer positively – no, never. I would probably die if I was left to my own devices. I need them and I would do anything for them they are my life. And I’m honored that they consider me as their friend.

thanx , Deepti, Sakshi, Mudassir, Vineet, Raj, Sowmya, Shival , Anuj, Cheriachen , Babu , Abhishek, Harshita, Vnieeta , Moose , Sonal, Vinitha, Arpita, Surya, Urmi , Preena, Vishruti new and old you guys helped me back on my feet . give me a call when ever and what ever you need . I owe you guys one . love you All