Sunday, January 18, 2015

That awkward friend.

Emerging out, this time I would describe my life a little with majoring out the people that I have come across all these years. It's almost been a decade that I am in  interaction to many new faces and the second half of the decade is been interesting to look out for. 
All these is for the fact that I attended couple of schools, also changed the hostel twice along with the change in colleges offering education to the very level I was eligible for, subsequently.
 Accounting them all, its a pretty high number of people I have encountered till now. Many became friends and most of them for a precised duration. And over all these I have got this amusing friend who has been with me since my childhood and will be accompanying me for many more years to come. 
This friend of mine who always arrives whenever am upset with my bodily working or a physical distress. Either it comes while I am such or make me that way after its arrival. Unique thing here is that he joins me 'after-party' , 'post-functions' and probably the 'next day'. It's always a tragic time till his stay is on termination. Make me laugh, cry and many unusual emotions which I experience very rare, but I do every time he's here. 
His arrival is grand. Not much to that of an IPL. But it is in a way. Comes along with a vibrant of fluids in my body and a hissing of varied sound notes that are on a civilised effects of its occurring. We have our special time and always get the desired privacy we want. 
With flushing of water and ghussing of semi solid fluids its almost like a celebration of 3rd world parties. Unexpected things are consternation here. While there's a steady flow in the fluids, an 'packet' of solid data is suddenly released which gets bursted as it is out. Decorating the walls around with the authentic aroma. The ambience gets an sparkling touch by the sprinkling. 
Sets an trivial time barrier to spend your entire hour there with its influence. It would be amateur of someone of even thinking for comparison. 
Surely everyone has this friend with different taste and time that's meets them in awkward times. 
People call it diarrhea.    I call it POOPer. ;)