A Kid with a Flying Broom

Seven months in New Delhi, seven months away from parents, seven months of fun and joy. Then I returned “home”. All the fun ended. Or did it?

Sister fighting over the possession of the TV remote, mom yelling at me to tidy up the living room, dad shouting at me for… well actually, I don’t know why dad’s shouting at me. He’s been at it for the past 22 years. Still haven’t figured out why. I was their first child. Guess that’s got something to do with it. At least that’s my best bet. Ah! Home sweet home. Was totally worth leaving the independence of my own room in Delhi with no time limits, no sleep limits and no booze limits. Who wants all that when I can have my family yelling at me?

No I don’t miss New Delhi at all!

(I am learning to be sarcastic and learning to understand sarcasm. I have always struggled with it and I have friends who will vouch for it. So when I got confused by that above statement while reading my own post, I thought it would be best to clarify it right up front. I am being sarcastic (Not here. In that statement above. Of course I miss dilli! (Am I allowed to put brackets within brackets?)))

Anyway, in the last two months at dilli, I met these amazing friends. We had a blast at Nainital for three days and continued it all at observations (night sky… yes we are all astronomers… we wish), restaurants, bars and cafes. Those were two really great months and the highlight of my stay at dilli.

Nikhil thanks…

Jiya. This is the girl who read “Chester thanks” in the acknowledgement section of a Linkin Park album cover and thought that the lead singer’s second name is Thanks. Oh yeah, she rarely speaks but when she does, you wont forget the words of wisdom for a long time to come. Loves books and reads like crazy. She is a sweet, quiet and a sharp girl who is very picky and choosy about friends. I’m glad I made the cut. Loves monkeys indiscriminately though (Do not connect the previous two lines). Another thing she’s really picky and choosy about are her drinks. Give her a bar menu and wait for Christmas. But between all this, she was my best friend in New Delhi. We used to chat for hours almost every single night, aimlessly and blissfully. Loved those moments. Jiya, my stay would have been hopelessly dull with you.

Shubham. Begins every phone conversation with “Wassup!” and spikes his hair probably as a defense mechanism. Is a awesome drinking buddy and has plenty of observation experience to arm a telescope. I still remember the night we located and observed some 25 deep sky objects in a few hours. Proud owner of the kambal (internal joke) and a fellow Carlsberg hater. Brilliant associate on the TubeSat Project where he will launch a high altitude balloon soon. He was the source of booze on most observations and would correctly interpret my “I wont drink this time” every single time. Drinking on an overnight will never be the same without you mate.

Ruhi. Words are going to be inadequate here. She is the bestest thingest I’ve knownest. A genuine and really sweet girl, she is caring, supporting and thoughtful. A little confused and lost and really really dark… in a good way. An extrovert that anyone will love having around. Loves vodka and spreadsheets (!!??!!). The MS Excel type of spreadsheets. Works on them all day apparently. Was a pleasure chatting with her during office hours keeping work aside for a while (sometimes a really long while) much to the dislike and jealousy of “someone”. I hope “he” never reads this. Gave me a wonderful gift while parting, for which she was willing to make me travel for an hour and fifteen minutes to a meet that would last 2 minutes. Of course it eventually lasted over an hour. Ruhi, counting the days till I see you next.

So that was a brief insight into my friends in New Delhi and I have missed a few the most notable of whom would be Vikrant, a few fellow amateur astronomers and a few friends from office. Maybe they will get a personal thank you or I might add to this sometime later.

I know after all this, the smart ones among you are wondering that the title doesn’t make sense. I know. It has no relation to the post what so ever. It was just a really sad prank. Anyway, congratulations on getting this far. Now get back to work

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PS: My family is not nearly as bad and my friends not nearly as good. Well maybe my friends are. Actually they are much much better. Love you all.

Tags: delhi, friends, Humor, Life