Friends are an integral part of any teenager’s life. No matter how nerdy, geeky, stupid, cool, awesome, weird, amazing, quirky, crazy, emotional, quiet, offensive, lame or smart you are, you will have a friend circle.
Nine times out of ten when you’re going to try something new or stupid, it’ll be with a friend. That being said, I sometimes realize how innocent I am without my assemblage of some of the craziest people on earth.
Where I live is a comparatively quieter section of the city. People do not cheer and walk like drunkards on the streets (unless it’s Holi and everybody’s been to the bhaang stall one too many times). There isn’t a lot of hustle-bustle or traffic of cars anywhere.
And people certainly do not piggy-back their friends in the middle of the street.
Most of my friends from my junior college live in livelier areas and so, they don’t know about the subtle code of conducts followed in the suburbs (though honestly, I’ve never seen anything like this in the posh areas either). They wanted to see where I lived and so, came along for a quick visit to this nice restaurant in the locality.
After getting high on loads of chicken (oh. We all *love* chicken) and generally becoming more heroic and bold because of being in everybody’s company, one of the guys accepted a dare from another to take him piggy-back.
I’ve never been able to visit that restaurant again, because they know my face now.
We walked for almost fifteen minutes and because it was still the afternoon, every shopkeeper and every person on the road saw us! And everybody was cheering them on proudly except me (I was kind of mortified)!
But today, as I look at it in retrospect, I feel glad about the whole incident. They made for great memories and great fun (not this incident particularly, but a lot others) and I wouldn’t have changed anything if I could. It’s become a treasure chest of grand feelings inside of me.
Oh, I’m getting sappy (that’s what I’m all about). And of course, every single person in the group teases me about it a lot (trust me; it’s like a never-ending thing with them, once they get started). But even though my group was formed only two years ago and we’re going off to different colleges now, these two years will be something none of us are going to forget.
Nine times out of ten when you’re going to try something new or stupid, it’ll be with a friend. That being said, I sometimes realize how innocent I am without my assemblage of some of the craziest people on earth.
Where I live is a comparatively quieter section of the city. People do not cheer and walk like drunkards on the streets (unless it’s Holi and everybody’s been to the bhaang stall one too many times). There isn’t a lot of hustle-bustle or traffic of cars anywhere.
And people certainly do not piggy-back their friends in the middle of the street.
Most of my friends from my junior college live in livelier areas and so, they don’t know about the subtle code of conducts followed in the suburbs (though honestly, I’ve never seen anything like this in the posh areas either). They wanted to see where I lived and so, came along for a quick visit to this nice restaurant in the locality.
After getting high on loads of chicken (oh. We all *love* chicken) and generally becoming more heroic and bold because of being in everybody’s company, one of the guys accepted a dare from another to take him piggy-back.
I’ve never been able to visit that restaurant again, because they know my face now.
We walked for almost fifteen minutes and because it was still the afternoon, every shopkeeper and every person on the road saw us! And everybody was cheering them on proudly except me (I was kind of mortified)!
But today, as I look at it in retrospect, I feel glad about the whole incident. They made for great memories and great fun (not this incident particularly, but a lot others) and I wouldn’t have changed anything if I could. It’s become a treasure chest of grand feelings inside of me.
Oh, I’m getting sappy (that’s what I’m all about). And of course, every single person in the group teases me about it a lot (trust me; it’s like a never-ending thing with them, once they get started). But even though my group was formed only two years ago and we’re going off to different colleges now, these two years will be something none of us are going to forget.
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