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My Super-Best Friend's Wedding

"Hey look there!"
"Its a bird"
"Its a plane"
"No..its a...."
" ... a CAR! "
That's his usual way of attracting attention. Hehe. Not really. Its more of a childhood problem.
Born and brought up in a family of intelligentsia and all nice people, he has grown up making road maps and plans on random sheets of paper, at random hours. Talking about railway routes from places in India, I din't know, existed. (Those maps at times haunt me nights together) *shivers* hehe. At the tender age of 3, this boy would by-heart the names of stations from the then Victoria Terminus - V.T (hell! i din even know the full form then), spend this precious childhood siting in the front seat of his car, a navigator by post - driver by actions. Yes, mimicking his driver, his favourite act that would save the day for him. His hero, the local electrician.
As years passed by, local routes nationalised. Transport systems became life support system. Papers with local road routes from home to school and such other places reached puberty and turned into state and national highway maps (the ones that existed to the ones that he planned to create-soon). So, as he passed the various inter-state and national routes in his mind, suddenly there was a *cling*
"What was that sound?"
"Its a ringtone"
"Its the school bell"
" No. Its a bulb shining bright on His head! "
Thats when "Chef Abhishek" was born. Ooops! You don't know his name. *Rewind sound*
'Thats Abhishek I am going to talk about. My Best Friend essays, never had his name.(that schooly thing of you-can't-have-a-boy-friend.) Ever since we started going to school, we just know each other. I know when he will laugh. He knows when i am going to sneeze. I know why he dances(sometimes i really wonder, Why?). He knows when I am going to puke (the scared fool i am).
So after school, we were separated because of our career choices. He almost got a heart attack as i declared I had chosen Arts as my faculty for my juniors. He was happy. I was, Super-Happy!

The saga continues. He is growing super normal by the day. His regular word diet includes engineering, electronics, computer, routes, roadways, RAILWAYS, stations, cars. Oh! i guess thins incident should say it all. Four friends, Sav, Morekuttan, Kulkarni and our very own Abhishek, once happened to see a *SUPER WOMAN* flying in the sky.
Sav: "Hey look there!"
Morekuttan: "Its a Bird"
Kulkarni: "Its a Plane"
Strayman: "No, its a.."
Abhishek: "its a CAR"
His obsession once turned so scary i almost dream of his marriage with a Honda Civic. *shivers*
Their kids, Chevrolet Spark and Swift go to reputed school, and like their dad, know each and every road map of India. Swift, the elder one, is also trying international routes, with the dream statement of his dad "I am proud of you!!!".









Comments

hahaha ahahahah ..ahaha

Great! Actually I'm thinking atleast one of the children should resemble stationery instead of a car ..;-P
robin said…
Umm. or think chocolates :P

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