This is dedicated to my oldest friend in UF who also happens to be my best friend there AND my weirdest friend (don’t let anybody say otherwise!). If you’re awakening me from my literary slumber you must be pretty darned good.
Honestly, the first time you said hi to me on whatsapp on PM way back in early May 2015 – which was when I was getting bored at work and looking for a way out – it felt really nice, in spite of your having a profile picture that made me want to punch your face. By sheer coincidence I mistyped your name while saving your contact and turned you into “Manjo” which I think was the first sign of the impending closeness we were going to share. But seriously, I think Manjo suits you more because I know way too many Manojs and all of them are boring. And then just a few moments after you said hi you proceeded to scare the shit out of me when you convinced that I was way too far behind in important pre-moving formalities. I still hate you for that and you should go die in a fire.
Oh, and you weren’t on Facebook at that time. What was the deal with that again? Man, you were so weird. I remember you were learning Japanese too but you had to drop it, so let me know if you want to pick it up again. You finally got on facebook though, and you probably sent like 100 req/day because now it looks like you’ve been on facebook forever. Anyhoo, we’d chat on facebook too, and once I called you “brother” after which you stopped talking to me for ages. It was a relief in a way, but I missed you 🙁
And then we landed in Gainesville. I remember the first time I met you. You followed me all the way across Stoneridge, you creep! And you were so mallu (still are) and I liked the way you said (still say) “publix”. It was fun though.
Thanks for getting me into Praharsha and being my Maari bandhu. It was the funnest of times and this was when I saw and experienced the full extent of your carefree fun-loving nature. You had an energy that was infectious and it really helped in getting out the best performance in us. And thanks for performing at Onam 2015. Even though I wasn’t there it was also the funnest of times and this was when I saw the full extent of your lungi fuckupery and your carefree lungi-loving nature. I still use that incident as inspiration for my stage performances. Aw man, you’re such an inspiration, you have no idea.
You remember St Augustine, don’t you? Of course you do. I don’t think we’ll ever forget that. And no matter how many people scoff at us, the ghost was fucking real. Nobody can take that from us.
The beginning of Spring 2016 was a giddy time, I’m grateful to have been your confidante at that time. I was so happy seeing things unfold, and I was happiest when you adopted me daddy! 😛
I miss you sooooo much! I miss the late night talks, I miss your jolly nature, I miss drinking Bailey’s with you, I miss taking trips with you, I miss fighting over rules of that card game with you (I’m not going to give up!), I miss comparing Tamil songs with the Hindi version (Tamil version is better I agree), I miss your drama, and I oddly miss your stupid smile too! I was so sad when you left for your stupid internship thingy, but here’s hoping you’ll be back soon!
Happy Birthday Weirdo!!