do you believe in signs !?!

Just when I thought I was sorta fitting into work, this happened to me .. Just when I thought ... [insert dramatic sigh]

I met someone. Someone I knew long long ago. Really long long ago. He and I used to best friends as children. He lived in the adjacent building and until we[my family] moved houses, we were twins born apart. I have fond memories of my childhood with him. He's the one who introduced me to "western" music. He's the one with whom I bought my first debonair. With him I saw my first blue film and we discussed dirty dirty things about girls and discussed boobs and panties like every normal adolescent freak.

He's the one I went cycling with during summer vacations. I even went with his family for christmas mass for chrissake. You get the drift, right !? Cuz I have sorta run out of examples to make it sound like the perfect childhood 'dosti'




I met Amit, when I was 8. His family had just shifted from Doha. He had the coolest house, with the coolest things. I ddnt know many, or maybe his was the only house then which I knew that had a piano. Funky imported furniture and crazy lamps. Maybe its his house that ticked off this obsession[read:bug] for interior design. And he had a really nice house.

Anyways, after I moved away from there which was prolly when I was 14, Amit and I never stayed in touch. Life moves on and friends move on and there was never any interaction amongst the two of us. So when I met him the other day it was fun . I saw him walking on the street ...

me:-[waving] oiiiiiiii
him:- heyyy
[so after the intial, man its been so long, the hugging and blah blah]
him:- watchya doin here
me:- nothin, gettin some freakin documents photocopied and you !?
him:- nothin, just came here to sell some computer shit
me:- gee, ur still a geek, eh :)
him:- totally !! you wanna come along !?
me:- ummm, coool. I dont have an umbrella tho
him:- Well, I have mine. Hop along

[ amit speaks like apoooo from simpsons btw :) ]

[so, off we went, under one motherfucker of an umbrella, it was hugeeee]

me:- so what do u do these days !?
him:- blah blah and more blah
[I ddnt really understand what he said :) something to do with computers, something in the bpo industry - who cares, this my blog, its about me anyways]
him:- so what r u upto !
me:- oh, well I work with dad and I freelance interior design
him:- cooooooooooooool, so ur finally doing it
me:- I am sorry, doing what !?
him:- Interior design duh !
me:- errrr, how do u know about my interior design, we havnt met in years !!
him:- uh huh, cuz I have been tortured and abused by you, do you not remember how we would go riding into bdlgs that were being constructed, houses that were being renovated only because you wanted to see what was happening.
me:- we did !?
him:- and do you remember how you annonyed the shit out of me always by wanting to re-arrange furniture in my room, in your room in everyones fucking room.
me:- I did !? err, ehm - yea not much has changed now.
him:- I am glad you're finally doing it. I so knew you would do this
him:- You were like this psycho interior design obsessed 10 yr old, good for you man. You must do up my house when I move out !!!
me:- yay ! another client

Sigh . . . . . . [dramatic pose]

Why god, why always me !?!

* shrieks *

what do you think !?! Is this some sorta sign !?! shud I jsut take the plunge !!!

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