Solidarity – set ablaze…

I am a readaholic. Give me a book and I’ll love you till the day I die. There are some books which amuse me, some disgust me, and some excite me. Then there are these few selected ones which captivate me, beguile me and monopolize a sacred corner of my heart.

It’s not the entire book that holds me captivated, there a few pages which I read and re-read and still I just can’t get enough of the archetype, such is their beauty.

Analogous to these pages, there are a few people who leave behind an immutable, indestructible mark in your life. I met two such people, the best of friends. I can’t begin to describe them in simple human language. They are rebels. Unchained and independent, vile and crazy, adventurous and charming. They have their own terrene which has place enough for just the two of them.  They are like the wind, never stopping at one place, carrying some leaves along,  here and there for a short while and flopping them down after giving them a ride.  Unstoppable, ceaseless and boundless , superficially describe them. I was one of those leaves, lucky leaf, if I must say. I got an access to their dungeon….. From then on, my life took a turn.

I don’t remember being happier with anyone else. They are all that you want to see, all that you would want to be. They know each other in and out, like a poet’s choicest verse. They are alike in some ways, poles apart in others.

“Excuse me”? What’s that? They push each other out of their way and say “Move that Ass”.

They hug each other and laugh at random moments, they steal kisses like lovers. They make eye contact and the plan is already made 4 times in the head. They’ll argue about absolutely nothing only to find out that both of them are wrong.

They don’t have to be crazy to be with each other, but that sure helps. When one of them gets screwed, the other one pees his pants laughing. I think, the only reason why god didn’t make them brothers is because one set of parents wouldn’t be able to handle them both. Even their families have given in to their absurdity and lunacy.

The crap they talk, the girls they stalk. The laughs that won’t stop, the bottles they pop, the hearts they rob. The jaunts they take the asses they break. They’re a circus, just an exaggerated version.

Downing the beers, spilling the tears, locking the secrets and destroying the keys. They share the absolutely same retardation. I wonder what’ll happen if one of them shows up with a dead body someday. The other one will probably grab a shovel and look for a place to hide the body. There’s no-one like them. They are everything to each other, all the time.

Only they can handle each other at their worst and at their best, because only they know how. Someone who’s new to their sphere would presumptively think they are homosexuals, I’m still not sure. They have these discreet, under-the-hat Saturdays where they let go of all inhibitions, restriction and coyness. There’s booze, loud music, lust, love, randomness, stripping, fondling.. You just  name it.

They are always upto something and if they get caught, one is deaf and the other can’t speak English. So basically, they’ve accepted each other in all their weirdness. They like the same music, the same places, they even share the same taste buds.

Drinking- hahaha- let’s not even get there. They believe in getting sozzled. What follows? Cutting off all network, diving into roadside rivers, and rash-driving, scandalizing people with their gay-ness! Laughing their asses off over anything- an insect, a puppy, a stone? Yes, anything. They tear off their clothes, throw each other’s underwear- taking sky as the limit. They are wild, free bats in the belfry. They are a lot more than what meets the eye, like a small self-sufficient gang.

I’m yet to witness love as selfless, as iconic, as irrevocable as theirs. One is there for the other benevolently and magnanimously. They know each other’s debilities and vices, they’ve gripped each other’s anchors. Vulnerabilities are curtained from the strange and unknown. They’ll protect each other like brothers, fight like they have ants in their pants, sulk like widows and laugh like riots.

Extreme? Yes. That’s how they are. They metal each other’s backbones, get insecure and restless if a third person tries to invade their space. I realized it a little late, but I did. There count starts and ends at two, there’s no three.

There have been times when dealing with each other’s insecurities, love lives, passions, assets, ambitions, egos and abjections would become an ordeal. But with time they would realize who matters, who never did and who always will.

They are like each other’s customized bras- supportive, sexy and hard to find! ;)

I always believed that no-one is totally free, even birds are chained to the sky. But there are a few people who soar higher than the skies by giving up the load that’s weighing them down- That’s them. That’s how I know them and that’s how I would always want to know them. They are connected via souls. They are “crazy, goofy, stupid, weird, lame, socially challenged, socially awkward, sometimes straight and sometimes not-so-straight” best friends. In the few days that I was with them, I understood what a true friend is like, how pure and divine friendship can be, how generous and giving someone can be. Nothing can force them apart and no one would ever want to. They can sit together through chaos and silence - such is the magnetism of their adulation for each other. “ Berserk”  is just a relative term in their dictionary.

 They would prefer walking on toilet paper rather than red carpet because they know how much shit they’re about to unload. Their coalition is unique and incredible. Those who  have friends like them, though highly doubtful- Fasten your seat belts, they don’t start to halt. They come without a statutory warning and they come TOGETHER ;)

Lots of people want to ride with you in a limo, but what you want is someone  who will take the bus with you when your limo breaks down.

                                -Oprah Winfrey.

There should be someone who doesn’t cry with you, but fixes you. Someone who slaps you instead of sympathizing with you. Gives you a hard time when you want to get pampered. That someone, believe me, is the only person you can bet your bottom dollar on.

                                                                  -Akankshaa Diksha Sharma.