mY bEst buDdy

My new home Somehow, I managed to complete 12 years of an almost solitary school life and then my parents decides to sent me out of home and I became a prisoner in St.Josephs Convent. It was for my convenience and not to tire me with the hectic journey to my school (which was almost 15 kms from my home); that accounts for my almost “skinny” appearance according to my parents and teachers...For the first time in my life, I was surrounded by strange people. I longed for weekends so that I could get back home.. Fridays never seemed to come! And within a blink of an eyelid it would be a Monday again. How I used to hate MONDAYS!!!(as though I don’t hate them now). Slowly I got used to the hostel life. Right from waking up early morning when one of those nuns start ringing the “wake up” bell, to going to church for the mass before the sun comes out of hiding, to having to wait in a never ending queue for my turn to take bath, to having to have the dishes I hated the most for breakfast and the worst part…those study timings…when you have the strongest desire to succumb to a slumber … I was in a different world where I had to face a lot of restrictions… and in the chase to cope with all the new rules and stuff I had a new set of people in my life….my peers…Litty, Linta, Tiny, Treasa, Preethy, Niya……quite a bunch of them… The Intruder And then there came an intruder into this gang of hostel girls…To be frank I was not so happy with this girl cos she appeared a bit arrogant to me. Later when she took off her high heeled shoes ,I discovered, much to my glee that she was shorter than me…for a person who finds being the first person in the school assembly line, the most annoying thing… this was indeed a matter of joy…That was all I liked about this new face. I was not so happy having her around and the least I could do was give her a polite smile when ever she came across… This was the last person whom I can have for a friend. It was almost a week since she joined us and in spite of my pretensions I could not stop laughing at her hilarious jokes…she had a knack of imitating people (especially teachers) which we thoroughly enjoyed…The ice-berg was melting little by little…After supper we had a break for almost half an hour during which we could exercise our “talking at the top of our voice” skills. At times we can hear laughter bells chiming from the insides of the convent; even the nuns are having fun. Those precious 30 minutes brought life inside that otherwise gloomy, highly walled convent that spread across quite few acres. The merry hour took off the melancholy veil surrounding that convent. This was the time we discussed things n people at school…gossiping…teasing…what not…In those talks the main narrator would be her, it was her show… Winds of change All those chats and stuff got us closer. She was not my class mate but we became friends very soon…As friendship grew fights also became common…all stupid n silly fights that lasted for not more than a couple of minutes or at the worst few hours. She, the person whom I thought would never fit my definition of a friend was fast becoming one…the first person whom I fondly called “MY BEST BUDDY”->she knows that I am talking about her… :) Now I know it was not my fault that I had a poor affinity to friendships. I actually never gave it a try. I have retained the friendship of the girl, on whom I had a ‘not so good’ impression -till date and I am glad I did. Should I believe in the saying that “first impression is the best impression” anymore? :) Now when I look at my life surrounded by friends…so many of them who really care about me, who tutor me when I go wrong, who has very well adapted to my mood swings that before even I know tears filing my eyes-they slap me.. :) thanks to all u buddies…. ….