Disclaimer :- Long post .. But people who love their friends and miss them will understand it all
This post has taken a long time to be published, has been sitting in my drafts for so long. been editing it so often..
Here I am trying to revisit the good old days as they say , college times .. I am sure a lot of people by now know how we both met, it was an astonishing moment , One day Ravi (my first friend in college) came up to me, I was tall and big had big huge moustaches gave the impression that I was wickedddddddd (no one knew the secret, it was the other way round actually) .. saying he has had an argument with someone , set up a time and we have to go to beat up this guy.. So we went to the ground behind the campus.. Me and Ravi… in a few minutes another guy came with a Short, stocky, Smart Sardar..who had an immaculate turban on..
Till today I have no idea why it happened or how it happened instead of a FIGHT it ended up by making a deal that instead of a big fight why not let Ravi and the guy settle their differences one to one.. Brilliant , me and the sardar shook hands and That day I met my best, my darling my sweety pie my cutie pie he he he he Sukhvir Singh (AKA babbar).. till date he is my best mate.. Thus started the days of glory, through him I met so many people rather all my mates now I met through him, oh boy but was he angry, he was short but his temper oh my god, no matter who was in front, he went for it..
So that’s how we met, College time was wow time for me because of friends I had, we did a lot of things together movies, roaming around, NCC etc etc.. A few points I wanted to share here reminiscing the good old days..
Each time I have called him up from UK, it brings that COOL sense of happiness to hear him say hello and when you speak he recognises the voice in millionth of a second and then the voice changes to “OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”.. now that is the best feeling one can have, especially for those who have left friends-family behind and come to foreign shores.. Then during the conversations he will always say “TUN AAJAA YAAR MANN” (you just come).. That is the moment where you feel like dropping everything and Just go.
We both have argued with each other but I don’t remember any occasion where we have fallen out on any thing, almost every evening after college was spent with him , a couple of others ( I will write about them too).. I use to live the furthest so I would go to his house in evening and then from there we went wherever we had to go , to spend the rest of the evening.
A few incidents come to mind each time I think of Babbar, I remember during NCC Days we had a camp for 15 days in a village in Punjab , it was Diwali day and we planned to go to the gurudwara Sahib , on way back there was a brick Kiln.. and you know how big-hearted Punjabi’s are.. the owner called us in and invited us to a glass or two of MILK , special milk , this was full of Bhang and a couple of KILO of Jalebi’s .. NCC camps hardly get stomach full of food so we drank and ATE..
Then moved to the camp only to find we were getting high and The Commanding officer too saw us , Not a good idea , by the time we reached the camp he had everything ready .. WE were to Fall in within 5 minutes and Our dear Sukhi was to lead us in parade , The punishment was for us to march while for him was to go over to the other side of the POND and shout commands .. I on other hand was saved as I was representing Chandigarh in Skeet shooting so I was sent to air force station to do that .. The day off it was to be we ended up working the whole of chandigarh group. I was so drunk and high that I shot 9 out of 10 clay pigeons BRING THEM ON.. sukhi was not happy when I came back as they were made to go up and down the ground a few times …
I have somehow felt that Babbar has always been my savior for some reason each time I was in trouble he would be there, In one wedding a few guys had a tiff with me and I found my self alone, as a guy asked me to dare come out of the marriage hall.. I being a scary cat which i am was still thinking of what to do .. In comes Babbar and he gave them guys such a blasting they will remember all their life..
Also a few coincidences have so happened that It is really a miracle that we have not got into serious trouble , Once I went up to his house to find that he was getting ready on asking , he just said good i turned up and asked me to accompany him , it was later I found out that a guy we knew , had some sort of fight with guys , there We were together going to beat up the guys …
I am not sure how my life would have been had it not been for him, he has been always there through thick and thin always .. He was the one who rode my scooter which i had just spend thousand to get repainted and all .. and drove it right into an oncoming car.. my heart broke into pieces to see the scooter again mangled , who cares about the bruises suffered by him, he is a man he will Live :)
He got married when I came to UK , I missed his wedding and i will never forgive myself I so wanted to attend his wedding , he has a beautiful wife who is again a gem of a person .. Each time I have gone to india they have not let me go to my own house as my home was all locked up , I end up spending my time with them, I jsut have to phone him up and tell him arriving on such and such date and he makes sure that he takes time off work and all ..
I am truly blessed to have him, I know we hardly speak on phone so much time goes by , but the moment i book my tickets he is the first one to know and when i tell him THAT voice haunts me MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN COMEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and that excitement .. We have done some weird things during our college times some good some bad but now we sit down thinking they all bring smiles to the face.
He is such a person , he has not got a FB account, he hardly uses email, I email him but he doesn’t reply , I hope he reads this article where I want to shout at top of my voice I HATE YOU BABBAR :) .. Oh man I miss him so much. If you are reading this do you remember the days my friend , Going to Patiala for Ashwani’s wedding on way back , we almost got Shot by Punjab police thinking we were some sort of Terrorists ..
Do you remember the uphill trips, the going up by the back route , the fountain …
Do you remember the camps NCC lucknow, Patiala, Ludhiana, The clearing of the PABT written test in hisar .. The SSB interviews at various places .. especially the one in Dehradun :) that was hilarious we had fun brother .. Still cant understand how we could not get through.. the ones who everyone said should get into army. How the Sikh guy who refused to go inside a Temple because it was a HINDU temple got selected.. and how another one who hated muslims got through.
But I guess we are better off now, Had we got through I am sure we would both be Dead by now, trying to get over an enemy tank to our side of the land :) All that happen’s .. happens for good.
And best of all This is hilarious (if you have reached till here everyone listen to this), I got a job as a manager-instructor all in one in a computer institute which had just opened , it had no students as it was still being renovated, Babbar was un employed at that time, I would get up in morning as I headed to work his house would be on way.. I would pick him up and go to this institute to open it .. waiting for potential students to come etc.. around 11ish the Whisky shop would open and we would buy half a bottle from there ordering some samose or something from katani sweets.. Pour half each in Big steel glasses and have it .. eat the samosa’s .. THEN close the shutters down of the institute.. and head for Punjab University for a GEDI he he he he By the time we reached UNI we use to be up in the seven sky ..
Each day we met , each day there was some funny thing that happened If I start to write all of them It will turn out to be a book.. I long to get back to maybe repeat a few of these events..
The going to weddings, we had a pact that anyone who had a wedding in family, all friends will goto that wedding.. one I remember is a party I got an invite to , it was a very private. I had not clue about, as was promised all of us reached .. it so happened that in that party there were more of us then the actual invitees.. it was embarrassing but WHO CARES we had fun ate stomach full and drinks too :)
The late night Pinjore garden trips, The various arguments over girls.
The trekking expeditions, getting lost in jungle, almost getting one of our big huge friend killed ..
The sundays of Playing cards, the whole days spent on a RS. 10. BET it was war, me and him always the partner winning losing.
Another Hilarious episode was Three of us on Two scooters, Babbar & vikram on one and me alone of another one.. It was Babbar’s Elder brothers scooter.. we are going nicely , a roundabout came.. I went straight shouting come this way , come this way .. Babbar went left looking at me shouting no no this way .. They failed to see the curb on the road and BAM.. both of them on the Road.. Poor Scooter.. the tension was not of the bruises again it was how to get the Scooter sorted before big brother found out.. We had a mechanic who did all this jobs for us he he he he ..
I was doing some classes for something, One of our mates JOHAR came from hisar to meet , he and Babbar came to where I was .. I sneaked out .. now again Babbar & johar on one scooter , me on another we are going .. me following them and Mr. Babbar suddenly decided to turn Right .. BAM I went into them and they both went flying.. Again forget the bruises the scooter needs to be checked ..
The festival celebrations, the arguments whose house we would end of celebrating .. The first EVER dance party organised .. Was by him in his house on the roof .. so many girls came, luckily I was invited to it too..
The Holi times, we would all get together and make sure we went to EVERY girls house we knew, the look on their faces was PRICELESS.. the OH look boys have come to this girls house..
A couple of weddings we got done of the Lovers , whose parents would not agree..
Some things in life one can never forget.. I have had such a beautiful life that I just long to od it all over again , wish there was a roll back switch to do it .. I would not want to do anything ever differently. All that happened when it happened AS it happened I would love to repeat it all over again ..
Those were the good old days .. and Then LIFE Happened and we all separated ..