There’s something about Smitha…

There are some people whom you get to meet…they are like shooting stars. They don’t stay long in your life…but they add that little amount of glamour and wonder to your life.

The other kind of people…who stay by your side, be there every time-to support you…to hold your hand, cheer you…and pick you up when you fall (and never forget to laugh about it in front of others)-they are the people who make our lives so worthy of living. But we being the ingrates we are….we rarely appreciate the love and concern that is showered upon us.

I will now stop BSing and come to the point. I have written about so many people…but today I am posting this blog about my dearest friend-Smitha.

 

Today is Smitha’s birthday. This is our 12th year as “best friends” though we have practically known each other all our lives. (We studied together from LKG).

One of the first movies we saw together was Sunny Deol’s “Ziddi”. The fact that we still remained friends…tells a lot about our love for each other.

We have stuck together thru our “we love Salman Khan” phase, silly crushes, bad hair days…and some really bad choices. She is the only soul who is brave enough and crazy enough to go shopping with me for jeans. Imagine answering the question “Does this make me look fat?” a zillion times in one evening…She always managed to keep her composure…and lied sincerely!

We were foodie friends. Cursed with enormous appetites…we both would enjoy masala dosa + hot coffee in GTR or a few plates of chat. We have seen each other thru crazy dieting…and then eating binges. Never have we judged the other person for eating her n^th plate of paani-poori!

 

We are as different as night and day…literally! She is fair, curly haired and adorably cute…and well, I like to call my complexion sun-kissed…but who am I trying to kid!
She is pragmatic…I’m flamboyant; we both are dreamy but she is more grounded than I am. She is more generous and understanding and caring than I ever could be. Sometimes I feel that the only common personality trait between us is our love for plunging neck lines

[Guys chill! She is happily married…]

We used to lie around…and dream about knights in shining armor; Sing film songs loudly atop ch.hills…go for long walks and crib nonstop about why we don’t have boyfriends or why our hips are fat magnets!

For nearly 5 years she was the first person I would see in the mornings as we used to go to ch.hills for our morning exercise! Just like me she thinks Shah Rukh Khan is wonderful…and that adds greatly to our friendship. We would rest after climbing every 30 steps…and talk about inane stuff. Smitha had a huge fan following among the “uncles” in ch.hills…I would indulge in “maja tagolodu” (enjoying her sufferance) as she tried to ward off her aged fans!

We didn’t exactly dance around in bath towels crooning “piya, piya”…but we compensated for it by singing Prema loka songs in the backseat of Vijay’s car!

We used to call her “chikkamma” when around good-looking guys(Idea was to make them believe that she was much older than them)…and sing “Anjali…anjali” when she left her hair open (she has crazy curly hair).

There are other things which made our friendship successful. We both were short and stocky. A friendship between a fat girl and a skinny one-is a rare thing. We both have the same build…so there was no size envy! And we both are not very tall…so we cursed all tall, slim girls…and loved each other!

And you can tease Smitha as much as you please…she can laugh it off. She is very non-judgmental and can sometimes be surprisingly spunky!

She was the “heroine” in our gang…which meant that the only person who had some “girlie” qualities! There was a time when somebody had told her that she looked like Madhuri Dixit and she had actually believed it…but then I had believed it when people said I’m like Kajol-so cant really blame her. Girls believe anything flattering…even if it’s an outright lie!

Anyways…I can never really do justice to all the fun I had with Smitha…or how great she is…or how much I love her. So won’t bother making this post any longer.

Happy birthday Smitha Aunty!