A Dedication

I have been meaning to write this post for a while now, but for some reason or the other I kept postponing it. But enough of that.

This one is for Avantika. Or Avan as all those who love her (including me) address her. Known her for 2 years and 3 days now. We can exclude these 3 extra days 'coz anyway I quite disliked her in the beginning. The dislike lasted for a little more than 3 days, but you get the drift, I'm sure.

So we shall talk about the liking only. Or she'll get her mom to beat me up. She uses that weapon as a threat often.

She is one person who loves to talk. And come to think of it, I don't think I have known anyone other than her who loves doing it as much as she does. The talent being that she manages to make sense to quite an extent. Rest of the times I manage to appreciate her sense of humour.

But this also leads to massive phone bills that she pays for. I don't even dare to imagine what those figures would be like. Not that I've not known what paying heavy phone bills is like (please note that there is a difference in making your father pay them and paying up yourself. I have done both. I blew up 90% of my saved salary in that!).

The one on the right

Anyway. Back to her. She also loves cats. (Yea, dogs too, but cats are the real thing for her.) Her own cat is 14 years old. I kept my dislike for cats a secret from her for quite a while. And I still avoid all conversations about cats with her.

The funny bit is that she laughs like a pup. It is hard for me to describe that in a more lucid way, but that is really how she laughs. So if you do not find her jokes funny, you can still laugh with (or at) her.

Her other love is dance. I have seen her do that in a moving car. It's recorded too. I have also seen her do it in the middle of a forest. That's on record as well. And I am sure I am forgetting of occasions when she's done it while walking on the streets. I am also sure that she is thinking of calling me up while reading this to deny the street thing, but you know I won't believe her. So it's ok.

But on a serious note, she is serious about dance. Takes classes to learn n stuff!

She has been around for me through a lottt of shit. I know two years do not seem to be that long a period for me to put that many Ts to that 'lot'. But shit can happen on a daily basis too. It does not have to be a tsunami each time.
She has also confided in me a few times. Which tells me that we are VERY different people with very different priorities in life. But maybe it's just our approach to life which makes us connect.

We have laughed together to madness on several occasions. Mostly over non-sensical jokes. We have also cried for each other at least once. I really cannot get to expressing what seeing her in pain does to me.

You should know - she likes that 'tujh mein rab basta hai' song from Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi. I wish I could write about the conversation I had with her after I found out about this. Seriously. WHO likes that song?!
So yea, I am sure you can figure she is quite idealistic about a few things. She thinks I have changed a lot in the last one year as far as being no non-sense and practical about things is concerned. I sometimes wish I could be party to the fancy she takes to a lot of stupid things around, but I can't. So maybe she is right.
She is mostly right about the things she thinks about me. Or believes to be true about me. Or even when she expects my behaviour to be a certain way in a given situation. I'd like to credit that to her ability to gauge it right than to the idea of me being so predictable and easy to figure.

I have to write of her love for purple lest she'd write this post off as being incomplete. I have mentioned this earlier on my blog as well, but for the sake of completion - nobody loves purple more than she does!

Oh, I forgot to mention how I first met her. It was not at WW. And this is something I figured much later. She and I were in the same GD group during MICA's selection process in March 2007. Funnily enough, when we figured this, we just did not remember seeing each other that day. We remembered all the other people from the group. And FYI, she was selected. I wasn't. Her ambitions made her refuse to go there. It is a completely different story that today she is again invited by MICA to join PGPCM, and she is again not going to Shela. Ha!
She will soon be a UP wasi. I know I have never expressed any kind of happiness for her as far as this new thing in her life is concerned. Been rather matter-of-factly about it. But you know what, Avan? You WILL have a good time there. You WILL find people other than the losers you expect to see. And you WILL be happy at the end of your two years there. All this, not because I can predict it, but because I know you. You're not that linear equation. You will never be one. And it's only the linear equations which live life without really living it. So if at any point you think it's not going the right way, think of not letting me down. It won't be a pressure thing. It will plain work. Muah!! :-)

Trivia: After three years of economics, both of us landed with the exact same aggregate too.
Trivia 2: She shares her birthday with my brother.