Time is a healer

I have had this song (yaaron dosti….) ringing in my head for the last couple of days. I really couldn’t figure out why. And now I do.

This was the last song that was played after every house party at Unit 6, Norfolk Park where the hommie’s had to hug each other and just had to sing. LAME! Yes! It was.. But then when smashed out of your bloody mind. Anything goes!!

It’s kind of strange because from best friends, all of us went to can’t stand each other in no time. First six month s were full of great moments and countless memories (good ones). And then the unfortunate move to 31 St Ronan’s road happened. That was the year when Shilpa Shetty made her mark internationally with the whole big brother episodes. If there were cameras in our house and it was nationally televised, we would have given a good run for her money. With all the Miss Shewt’s and Miss Shiws tantrums, Miss Shwets and my constant make up and break ups (which happened every other day), Mr. G Well! Let’s just say creating a riot was in his nature. To be honest, I can’t remember y I was so pissed with Miss Shiw. The only person I dint have any issues was with Sid. But it dint matter, Sid had major issues with Miss Shiw and Mr G. Shwets and Sid had a very strange relationship as well. She would call him her brother one moment and the next moment u could see him getting kicked out of his own room. :). We dint have to see any reality shows. We were in one.

After dismantling of the whole group, (to everybody s relief) sanity prevailed. I am in touch with most of them and surprisingly am able to forge some kind of sane relationship with them. The whole experience has taught me one important lesson, which is u can have a striking relationship with anybody under normal circumstances, but living together, a whole different ball game.