Just another day with Abhishek!

This happened in my second year of graduation (2006) when Abhishek lived in Navi Mumbai to pursue Fashion Communication from NIFT. He used to stay in Kharghar.

Abhishek had moved to a new apartment and I was visiting it for the first time. He also had new roommates. Meeting him was something I always looked forward to. Though I did have certain obstacles in doing something that simple and straight forward as it may seem. A crying girlfriend and irregular schedules of both of us were the primary ones. I don’t want to describe the former factor in much detail here. But I am sure all the guys know how girlfriends react when you decide to visit your friend for a day or two who stays close enough to reach by local but still far enough to not be able to meet often. They find it extremely competitive to their position. And add the line “I would be back monday morning” to kill the last few remains of peace in your life. “So you will stay at his place the ENITRE weekend?”…anyways not the point of this post (though would love to cover it soon in another post).

I reach his apartment and the first person I meet is Mahesh followed by Abhishek Palit. “Cool guys” I thought. As we reached his room, he introduced me to Vishwajit aka Vishu. Lean and dark wheatish guy with very sharp features.

“Hi…Vishu” he extended his hand.

“Himanshu” I smiled back.

“Ahh…Himanshu…you know even I have a friend named Himanshu”

“ahmm…that’s interesting….” I replied unsure of what to say next.

Abhishek got lost in doing something while Vishu continued

“Do you play guitar?”

“Nope I don’t” I humbly replied still smiling.

“My friend Himanshu, he is an amazing guitar player”

“Do you sketch or paint?”

“Ahh…no..I don’t sketch” the smile reduced a little.

“My friend Himanshu is brilliant at sketching and painting”

“Do you dance?”

“No I don’t dance” I still tried to act neutral though it was getting a bit annoying now.

“My friend Himanshu has won so many awards for his dancing”

“Do you play football?” (I am stressing hard to remember the name and football is closest I can remember…may be something else but it was a sport)

“I am not a football player”

“My friend Himanshu…”

“is a state level football player” i finished his sentence…

“yes…how did you know that?”

“Not that hard to guess you see”

“And you know what? my friend Himanshu…”

“ENOUGH!” came snarled Abhishek. It seemed he was listening to all the conversation.

“Does your friend Himanshu know photography?”

“No…”

“My friend Himanshu is a very good photographer”

“Does your friend Himanshu know Photoshop?”

“No…”

“My friend Himanshu is expert in Photoshop and all of the designing software” (Today, Abhishek n other NIFTians have turned out to be such AWESOME graphic designers…now when I think of it, that statement doesn’t sound so strong…I am a graphic designer but Abhishek is the ‘master’ in Abobe Master Collection CS5 😀 )

“Does your friend Himanshu know video editing?”

“No…he doesn’t”

“My friend Himanshu does and he is frigging good at it”

“Does your friend Himanshu know web designing n programming?”

“he is an artist..he doesn’t do..”

“MY friend Himanshu was the best at programming in school and he could design flash web pages when most of us didn’t know how to open word. Also, he is very good with computers and gadgets. And there are a thousand more things he can do well…I can keep counting.”

He was serious. Very serious. Pissed off by what had happened. I nudged him to let it be but he continued

“The point here is, every person has got some talent or the other. Everyone is unique. STOP this FUCKING COMPARISON…else I am telling you…it won’t be good….”

Hell he was loud.

Vishu kept quiet. I had never seen Abhishek get so serious about something like this. In fact, he is a person whom I am scared of the most. Because he has this super annoying habit of picking on everything I say and I have to admit, he always manages to find stuff to make fun of me making my life miserable. One chuckle is enough to boil my blood twice in a second. However, if anybody else even tries to pick on me, he can’t tolerate it.

I was so amazed to have witnessed this kind of a conversation. I never thought Abhishek would be so proud of me for all those things he counted.

The environment cooled down soon. Everyone resumed normal conversations. Even Abhishek and Vishu were then talking normally as if nothing had happened. Though Vishu didn’t behave like that ever again. That incident left a deep mark in my memory.

Today when I think of that, I feel so awesome and lucky to have a friend like him. Just a random memory!

Vitrified Ideas completes One year!!

Hello my dear readers,

Today was the day when I had written my first FRUSTRATED blog entry a year back. Since then, life has been a real roller coaster ride with lots of twists and turns, ups and downs, shocks and bumps, laughs and tears. A reflection of which is this blog. I want to thank all those who have been reading my blog regularly and have been giving their valuable comments that have really encouraged me to write more.

I don’t need to mention but my heartiest THANKS to my dearest friends Abhishek, Chaitra, Kasturika, Shruti, Snehal, Sonu and Vishrut. Abhishek has never failed to read any of my stories from the very start. Kasturika always messages me/calls me whenever she reads those old stories (she has read those 1000 times already but still she and Shruti laugh like crazy). Thank you so much guys. You all complete my life.

Also, how can I forget, this blog has given me a very sweet friend, Rashmi who has been a major support (even though haven’t met till date) all this time. I really feel great when I think of all the stories that I have published on this blog. I will continue to write more stories as and when things happen in my life or when I decide to take my readers into a flashback. Wish you all a great year ahead.

Cheers!
Himanshu Dubey

A promise!!

You must be wondering what is so important about this photo? No don’t bother reading the board there is nothing wrong with it (apart from being pathetically designed and featuring an utterly stupid product). This is the spot where I and my best friend Abhishek used to have our extra class for physics. Mad or what? I am not serious!! We used to chat for at least one hour before leaving for our homes. We attended Panth sir’s physics classes in class 12th. The class used to end by 8pm or so. After that, it was our time!! We used to talk everything from movies to politics to cartoons to the latest gadgets and of course cars standing right below the pole (the green bushes used be there at that time also). Neither did we ever run out of topics to talk about nor did we ever lose enthusiasm to stand and talk for a minimum of forty minutes. When I look back today, that was how we began our rock solid friendship which today I see as something that has been with me in all my highs and lows, something I will never want to lose come what may come, I can’t afford to lose actually. He is one friend whom believed in me, who stood by me and who made me believe in myself when everyone else had left me. I always say “Nobody wants a loser!” but he never cared what I am.

Let me take you back in time, where my friendship with him began. It was early 2005. The darkest period of my life so far. All my dreams and misconceptions about this sweet looking perfect appearing world were shattered. I was shaken to a harsh reality called failure. In fact, that was the time when I developed this belief in me – No matter how good a human being you are, how obedient you are and all that, if you don’t perform well up to everyone’s expectations, nobody has anything to do with you. As far as you get good marks, you get selected in colleges, nobody gives a damn if you behave well or not, you are cheerful or not or anything for that matter. (Please watch the movie Accepted! My serious recommendation to everyone)

I used to study for hours, learning again and again and again…the same thing. But when I saw the question paper it looked like a plain white sheet with ink smudged on it. I couldn’t write anything. And as a result, i never got any marks. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. My mother went for parent teacher meetings and every time teachers had the same thing to tell her “Your son seems intelligent, he is even very obedient and polite but I just don’t know what is wrong with his marks, he does not write in exams “.

In my final exams of class 11th, I hardly got any marks. They gave me one more chance – a re-examination. Only six students including me had to appear for it. We were taken to a very rarely used physics lecture hall and a very lenient teacher was appointed. Everything was clear, they wanted us to pass. The teacher even got up and shouted, “I am going to have some tea”. He didn’t come back for next half an hour. By that time, the others had finished the paper…they had the books with them (I too had). My ego, my values or whatever crap it was, it didn’t allow me to copy from book. After much battle, I finally could overcome it. I reached for my book and BANG!! the door opened, the teacher was back. I withdrew my hands.

The results came and they were horrible. I already knew that though. I hardly knew any answer. That was the time my father really lost hope for me. And that was the time I cried. I cried for like hours. Soon came April and all my friends (including Abhishek) joined 12th while I was at home waiting for some miracle to happen that will allow me to join my friends. Abhishek was my only friend who was truly with me all this time. He used to come and meet me, talk to me, make me feel really good. The school authorities were not ready to promote me to 12th. We were literally begging for it but they were just not ready. I had forgotten what smiling was, what having fun was. Life had become colorless, gloomy and dark. I saw “Look, here is a loser!” expression on everyone’s face (or at least, my mind assumed it so).

With time, I mentally prepared myself to leave the hopes of joining my friends. I was ready to join my juniors. I had kept aside all my ego, there wasn’t any left be honest. My view towards my life had changed. I was much more practical, closer to reality. That was the time when something happened! The school authorities agreed to allow me to sit in class 12th on probation. They would analyze my perform after the first exams and would then decide if I should stay or leave the school. I of course agreed.

When I joined school, one of my friend came to me and showed me a question of chemistry. He asked me to solve it. Like hell I knew it. I told him, “Dude, I just joined today, I don’t know a shit about this”. He explained some rubbish to me and said, “Remember this, it is important from exam point of view”. I felt really hurt. It was an alarm to me, “Dude, so what if you have joined, you are still lagging behind. Speed up.” I decided, I have to really pull up now.

With that, on Abhishek’s recommendation I joined Panth sir’s physics and Rajesh Gupta sir’s chemistry classes. I got new friends, got a new life altogether and most important I had a way now that I could look forward to. My life had some meaning now. My head was clear and focused. I and Abhishek became amazingly good friends. We were in school the whole day, then we waited after school and talked for a long time. We were always the last ones to leave the premises. Then we met in evening in coaching. Monday, Wednesday and Friday was Panth sir’s classes and Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday was Rajesh sir’s classes. Two different coaching classes, two different groups, lots of fun and learning. My life was on track again and I was happy about it.

My performance of course did not improve drastically but by the end of first pre-boards (that is December) I managed to pass with good marks in all the subjects on the report card. Then came boards. They went off well. Soon followed the results : English, Physics and Chemistry – 80, Computer – 90, Biology – 66. Everyone was happy, specially my father. Since then, everything has been great in my life so far. Whatever I did, I always succeeded be it academics or personal life (touch wood).

However, I still have those memories deep inside, as fresh, as clear as they can be. I consider that incident as the turning point of my life, the point of new beginning that made me what I am today. And out of all this, what comes even more important to me is Abhishek. This post is to thank him for always being there for me. I love you my friend. And I would never ever want to lose you. May you achieve everything that you aim for. Wish you all the best. And come what may come, I will always be on your side. That’s a promise!!

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