It was a blast, it was a ball, it was a fantastic three day weekend. Books, bars, gambling, football and lots lots more happened.

And I came back to Bangalore yesterday, safely.

And as I worried about in the last post, I very nearly stayed back on sunday. But somehow I presevered and caught the bus back. Phew!!!

Ok the title is not completely true…because I have omitted the full title to keep it simple.

So the title should be. “Off to Chennai and a Dilemma”

Lets go back to last year when I went on a visit to Chennai to meet up some friends. I met some of the Highkings. Then went on to meet Renie on Sunday (same day I was supposed to start back to Bangalore). First hurdle, went to Bike and Barrel…so you can guess what happened. Second hurdle, Siva who was supposed to get the tickets reneged on me and no tickets back to Bangalore, third hurdle I stayed back with Renie for a quiet night of fuel and movies.

So thats History.

Present: I am leaving to Chennai tonight. But I dont think its wise to call Renie or meet Renie. If you happen to read this post, Renie, forget that you read it. We’ll meet up again in Bangalore. I can’t take another monday off. And forget the rest of the weekend, the boys will murder (Highkings) me this time.

Everybody knows that I make friends everywhere, and wherever I go. And if I feel that they are even 50% true to me I have a soft corner for them. So it turns out that I have friends in all the places I have been until now. I can’t seriously even think of counting the number of friends I have with the fingers on my hands or the toes on my feet.

Ok fine, I have a lot of friends, agreed. So what is the big deal you may ask. But there is!!! I may have a 100 friends but the ones that mean a lot to me can be counted with the fingers on my hands, without moving on to the toes.

One set of my friends – from my school (we call ourselves the chows, smoksha, potislove etc) and the other set from my college (we call ourselves the highkings) , and a couple of others I came to know after college. These guys are special to me. Okay cool, life is great and theres a lot of gain you might say. But wheres the pain?

Since I have also lost some friends on the way I have put up a wall around myself so that sometimes I seem cold and impersonal. So I can live without meeting or speaking to even my close friends for months and years together. Now there seems to be a problem. Not to the chows or the others, who know I am an opportunist (for that matter all the chows are, no bones broken due to anyone being out of touch). But when the Highkings are concerned it another matter altogether.

This whole post is because of one phone call from the Highkings to me last night. I was battered from all sides, pleaded, and generally was cut to pieces.

All because of my qualities (or should I say be non-qualities) of mine.

1) I don’t call my dearest friends. If I ever do, its not a ‘how do you do’ 3 times out of 4.

2) I don’t email my friends. If ever I do (which is extremely rare) its a ‘how do you do’ email. And I reply to any emails they send, after 2 weeks.
3) I don’t visit friends, even if they stay on the next street. They come and visit me.

And my reasons?

I am lazy.

That’s it. So all these problems are just because of just ONE reason. Because I am a lazy bum.

Hmmm…nice turn of events. So even though I care about my friends and family (thats another big story good enough for a number of posts) I don’t keep in touch because I am just lazy and like to be where I am and not moving around.

Will I change? My heart says maybe you should. My brain knows I probably won’t. I have to live with it.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to confess that I am a lazy bum. Thank you, Good night, we love you all!!!