The connoiseur

In many posts, you would have observed me mentioning about Shruti. Now let me write about her.

2 years of my life i had spent in a place called NARAYANA JUNIOR COLLEGE, which was renamed by the students as NARAYANA CENTRAL JAIL.
let me give u a brief introduction about this place. It is a colleg which is located on the 6th floor of a commercial complex with very bad infrastructure. Sometimes we have feared that the roof might fall on our head. and stinky environment with conjusted classrooms which we hated. something that we hated further was that the classes were from morning to late evening. we d spend almost 12 full hours there with no holidays except sundays. we had just one day off for dasara, diwali and new year (coz it came on sunday). and if we were absent, they would call us home and enquire why we are absent. if the answer isnt genuine, we would be asked to come by the afternoon sessions. Ok this post is not to describe how bad that place was, but to tell that i found a wonderful friend there.
This is how we got to know each other:
I see this girl holding a book in her hand (novel). People who read books impress me although i m not a good reader myself. And i go up to her and ask her name, tell her mine and ask her how the book is. So now we know each other's existence.
Another day i was punished for arriving 5 minutes late to the class. yes i was made to stand in the last for the whole lecture. By then my place had been occupied by some other girl with whom i did not want to fight any further but preferred to move to another peaceful place. And i find that there is place beside Shruti. That whole day we were chatting as though we were there only to socialize. i dont think she ll mind if i mention that she liked my handwriting :P
Yes, here is the best part of conversation of that day
me: where do you stay?
she: ehh.. its a place called marredpally
me: where in marredpally?
she: shenoy nursing home... somewhere near that. (she was not sure if i knew that place. perhaps)
me: where near shenoy?
she: ***** store. (no i dont intend to tell where exactly we stay here in this blog)
me: (eyes really WIDE) you must be kidding coz i stay just adjacent to that store.
she: oh really?
both of us together: how cum i havent seen you before?
that was the first day we met although i dont remember the date well. i remember that she wore a green shirt on the first day of college. but yes there were also a few moments where we met at common places like the canteen (the canteen there was a bench where that fellow would bring curry puff on a tray and a crate of cooldrinks)

I did not see anyone as impressive, as friendly and nice like her in that place. infact she is the one of her kind and is the best. and slowly we got to know so many common things (but for harry potter. i still hate him and havent read even one page of his book. And i shan't. but yes i like dan radcliff :P)

she is a person really close to my heart and has her own unique position there. I owe all the credits to shruti when it comes to reading books. Reading has come into the passions list only after knowing shruti. i still remember the first book that she gave me to read was of O henry.
and i took more than a year to read agatha cristie's book. but now thankfully i dont take all that long to read books.
Another wonderful thing about her that i cannot forget is her lunch. Yes, her mom is a superchef and shruti is a very generous person who eats less than 1/3rd of her lunch and we eat the rest (me and suwarna :P).
There was this day when i wanted to make a cake for my mom's birthday and i forgot to get a dish from home to store the cake in. so she had to come all the way home to help distract mom to get it. this is what shruti and suwarna told my mom "aunty we would like to see the aerial view of the temple from your bedroom"
yes my mom smelled it. and so would any mom. but still i got away with it.

Another instance was when we brainwashed niharika to join violin classes. every free minute we would keep on coaxing her to agree to come to the violin class. at one point of time she got so mad that she stopped us and said" yes yes yes.. the violins is good for health" we both were shocked to hear that from her. poor thing we never troubled her again. but sadly the violin teacher who was just near our house for 9 years shifted to a place far far away that week. so we still dont know ABC of playing a violin practically.

There is this thing that used to happen really often. I wouldnt go to college on some days, and call her up in the evening and ask "what happened" and she would say "o i dint come because...." "wait.. you dint go either?" most of the days we d bunk college and stay at home not knowing that both of us are absent.

Aunty used to put some newspaper cuttings in her lunch box and we would have a wonderful time reading that. once she put a quote ehich was like this

Principal: you have missed school yesterday
student: no. not a bit.

the word student was cut off and replaced with shruti. many such cuttings which was a good stressbuster for us there.
We have had wonderful time in the practicals cutting open the worms and cockroackes, and making ultrasections of monocot/dicot root, stem etc.
there have been many more things that have happened in the English classes which i dont want to mention here now.
And those so many lame jokes that i crack during interactive sessions that we used to organise on our own. (yes i still remember that quantization joke for which she almost strangled me to death). And also those agreements that we d study serriously and land up chatting with the neighbour.
But something that i really loved the most and miss is that we d have fun and yet work as hard as we could in those classes, we had a healthy competition and would work together in solving papers, questions etc. But she always showed me painful assertion reasoning bits which make me get really angry even now if i think of them. but we always managed to do better than the others in the class which i miss a lot now.
So does she. if we were both in the same college, we would have certainly done some awesome project together.
I also remember those days when she used to go home in the middle of the class and tell my mom to go pick me up coz i wanted to go home too. and mom would come and pick me up.
Although we hated our part of life for being a part of that institute, our opinion towards the better degree college doesnt have much of a difference.
She is an awesome friend of mine, and to say the many nice memories that we have wouldnt be enough even if i wrote a whole blog just for her. Shruti you rock! :)