A Friend’s love Story and it’s Side effects: The Story Of My Best Friend Aman!

​”Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. “

― Bob Marley [Find this and more such quotes here.]

For one of my school friends, the quote has never been truer. Aman Kumar Singh. No other friend (or probably no one knows him better than I do. As I thought so at least.) I remember the day. A December morning it was, he called myself and another friend, Akash, and ordered each of us to meet him at Jubilee park (A famous park, holiday spot in our city of Jamshedpur) at 9 am. Akash and I reached the spot on time. Neither of us have been too interested in the happenings of the world. Akash and I’ve almost lost all materialistic desires except we both have monetary interests, that too, just enough to keep us happy, and a lot more stuff, but we don’t have desires. Okay, sorry. Aman is a dear friend to both of us, and while we never are too excited to meet people in parks, we couldn’t say NO to our friend. He arrived 20 minutes late, as always, but not alone. He arrived with a girl. A girl who he introduced to us as Aanchal. 

While, the reader would probably except me to describe in depth – that day, Aanchal, Aman, and their relationship. I don’t care about that part, you shouldn’t too. But, I’d tell you things which are most interesting. The best of which is that Aman is going to get married, that too, soon, with a GIRL, the SAME girl, Aanchal. Being a best friend to someone is not that easy, you got to listen to secrets, keep secrets, and not share your own secrets. Aman played it really well. I couldn’t have guessed it. He had told us his wishes about living a bachelor’s life in New York. Never having a family, being cool, and then one day, he introduced his girlfriend to us. Akash and I were shocked. So shocked that Akash almost died of laughing right away.

That wasn’t all, Aman – a Bill Gates wannabe, who dreamt of building a brand greater than Apple, who dreamt of having holidays in the sexiest places of the world now just wishes to have a family with one person. He wishes to just take care of his parents as they age. Damn he even wishes to raise kids with his “soulmate”. All of you who know Aman, I understand it’s surprising to you, but don’t be surprised to get an invitation to a friend’s marriage pretty soon. Yes, it’s true. The talks are done. They both have jobs, apparently matured enough. Their parents are ready. Yes, Aman did have the guts to tell his and then Aanchal’s dad about their relationship, and he’s still alive.

However, the story has a little sad side as well. Aman regrets all his flirting. So, being his best friend. I offer my deepest regrets and apologies to all you beautiful girls he’s met on Social Media. All of you he said, ‘baby, I love you,’ to. He’s not going to show up in your messages anymore. To that girl, he promised to travel to Paris with – I am sorry, ma’am, but my friend lies well – he’s got someone else, he’ll travel to Uttrakhand with every year for the rest of his life. Your heart must be broken I know. My deepest condolences. Aman has been the same since childhood. His first crush was on a primary teacher. Seriously.

However, don’t think I am just having fun at Aman’s cost. I really appreciate the changes I’ve seen. I hope my friend can beat his p*rn and alcohol addiction now. I hope he learns a bit of grammar. I deeply hope he would remember all of his friends after marriage. We care for him. I will keep his summer trip to Dehradun with Aanchal a secret. Don’t worry, my friend. I wish him great luck in life. If you’re Aman reading this: Stop staring at girls like you’ll eat them. And, never again utter “Gorgeous” when you pass a “beautiful” girl. You may get a good mob beating someday. Lastly, I’d never tell that friend about your crush on his girlfriend. Aanchal wouldn’t even know what jokes you tell on her, behind her backs. What was that girl’s name? Aneesha? Shreya? Anyways, Akash is proud of you.

And, hello reader, if you’ve come thus far, and you have read everything about my friend till now, there’s this thing you need to know, you’ve been fooled. Of course, I was lying, and my special apologies to all the Aanchals alive. I had to take a name. Wishing you fool a good day. Do comment if you’ve something to say. Make Aman great again, but he’s already a great man, who isn’t a p*rn or alcohol addict. Take care. Write to you again. 


Seriously Struggling

Hello Reader, I’m here with another story from my excessively incredible, hopefully not too soon ending, simultaneously boring and interesting, rolling and coasting, at times still, LIFE.

If you’re a first timer here, I have Twitter, Google+ and a post on myself to help you understand me better. If you’re one of my regular kind readers, It’s not bad keeping up to date with friends, so you can check too.

As the title of this post suggests, this is a serious post. Although, I hate being serious, but can’t help myself from getting serious in sometimes even “not too serious” situations. I feel seriousness is the ability to… Seriousness is like… Um.. Seriousness is.. Seriously, being serious is so tough. So, let’s seriously drop the serious topic. I will tell you about something more interesting.

Recently, my phone – my friend, and my proudest material possession next to my spectacles – went through a tough phase. It’s owner was curious, and the poor “Micromax Unite 2” had to pay for it. Not getting too serious, can tell everyone now that after praying, repairing (oh, sorry, not repairing, the correct word is treatment) and anxiousness, it’s back to it’s friend. All this makes this kid happy. Though, I think phone companies should provide lifetime warranties, but that’s not my concern anymore. I’m getting rich soon. When and how is a secret.

[Here’s a top secret: At school, my catchphrase was, “I am a rich man.” I really loved it, and the line got my friends irritated too, so it was worth saying, always.]

Now, “rich” reminds me of a friend who once loved money to death. The same friend I always mention without disclosing his name in my blog posts. I like to have fun on his cost. So, for updates. The friend is going to marry by the end of 2017, or the beginning of 2018. He had always been outspoken on his unwillingness to marry someone and stuff, but see how different life and people can turn out. Anyways, I didn’t ask him for too many secrets, but he’s going to marry his girlfriend because the girl’s parents want her married soon, and the two want to marry each other, and if so they got to talk to their parents, and then the parents will have to agree with them, and then the other family, and then the parents will see if the other person is fit for their kid. If everything occurs well, and both the families can be “friends”, I get to have free food. Really, there are obstacles, and serious ones in their path, but that’s none of my business. If they do marry, I’ll have free food for a day at a party, otherwise my mom cooks well.

[Side notes: sorry mate! ]

I think I have shared enough secrets for this time, see you in another post.

This ain’t a quote, but an image. SERIOUSLY.

This post is brought to you by the “Cool kid born in a hot month”. This one’s getting a bit cheesy now, but I like cheese. Anyways, if you didn’t read this, well..

Thanks for reading!

An Unique Blog Post (without picture): FRIENDS

Dear Readers,

My name is Rahul Singh, and I’m the owner of this “wordpress.com” blog. Now, it is our my (enough pretending that I have a team, the truth is that I am just one person maintaining this blog. What? You already knew that. Fine.)… As I was saying, it is my blog, and like to keep things varied. Hence, it is a privilege of mine to attempt a unique blog post.

If you’re wondering how is this unique. Well, I haven’t even tried to upload an image for the post, killing all the chances for this post to make it to PINTEREST or InstaGram and I am using the italic font, that’s a rarity on the blog too, and I have “Dear Readers” written at the top in bold italics too, I don’t do that often.

If all of the things above don’t make this post unique. Well, just be happy that I’m at least not ranting ’bout my life or Duolingo, and neither I’m trying to make up a story like “See, hear and Am Silent”. This thing reminds me of something. A friend of mine commented on the story that he didn’t understand what I was trying to express.. I met him the other day, and if I was probably 2 inches taller, and a bit more boxer-like, be sure he would have a broken nose. For the all people wondering that commenting is his right, and I should appreciate his reply. Well, if you’re a friend of mine, you loose the right to criticize me on public platforms. Just hit me anywhere in private, and I don’t mean to be used as a punching bag here. I have a S-A-W-F-T nose. Anyways, if I really like you, and I call you a friend, take this paragraph as a warning… Yeah, I know being a good friend to me can be difficult sometimes. Just deal with it, and curse your destiny for finding me.

I understand I ran the gauntlet again, and probably have made this post as any other of mine, but then I am not making this unnecessarily long, that’s a breather for you people. Isn’t it? Thank you.

Your sincerely,
Rahul Singh

[PS: If you’re wondering why I would embed links to “Rahul Singh” twice. One is for G+, and the other is for Twitter. You weren’t wondering!? Anyways, you see.. I’m smart.]

One last bit, if you’re a friend of mine reading this (which is again pretty possible, nobody else shows up here), I want to let you know that I haven’t had a great number of friends, I haven’t got the gum to keep people stick with me. If you have stuck, I really appreciate your friendship. I am thankful to you, and if you need me, never hesitate me in contacting me up. Thank you, again.