Classified rambling

My best friend hates my blog. She hates it so much that she refuses to read it even on gunpoint. Does it get sadder than this? 'Its impersonal'. ' It doesnt strike a chord'. 'Its just too objective'. Says the girl.

Heres my meek attempt to make her find my blog readable, on gunpoint atleast. I'm going to get personal and un-objective.

The thing about girlfriends is the multiple lives one gets to lead courtesy the lives of ones friends. You could be leading the most bland boring regular life but if your friend is having the time of her life in her relationship it almost feels like so are you. This is not only cos you get to know every single detail of every single moment or cos you shop and plan with her her wardrobe but cos you know that tomorrow the tables might turn or the circumstances may change but what remains constant is how deeply one gets affected when somethin happens for 'one of us'.
I have such friends. Lets call them U, B & S or S, U & B or B, S & U (Phew!). Unlike the JMC girls we dont call each other babe, darling or honey. We dont airkiss everytime we meet. Actually we dont airkiss anytime we meet. When one of us has a fight with her guy we dont tell her how to solve the fight. We just bitch about the guy and tell her to assert the girl-power. When someone cries, we go and have dark temptation at Barista.
All this is not even funny. The funny part is the contrast within a bunch of 4 girls. One says everything available in the swear-dictionary and another storms out of the room if someone says the F-word. One makes words like 'rat', 'bat' and 'ox' during scrabble and another spends 40 minutes determined to make a 9 letter word. Everytime she gets a calculator she writes the word "boobies" and another one does every calculation in her head minus a calculator (Modesty aint my virtue obviously!). One never ever stops talking irrespective of the listener, the people, the sore throat, badi ma sleeping etc. and another never does cos she is too busy giggling. Some have had relationships lasting 6 years and some not beyond a week. Some live on pepsi/coke and some wont touch pepsi/coke with a 10 foot tall pole. Some travel in a bus/rickshaw for hours to meet everyone and some refuse to go to Le Poya cos they they havent had a bath(huh!). Some can windowshop non-stop everyday without cash and some get nightmares about the same. Some have crushes that have lasted 9 years and some have had no crushes but one boyfriend who she'll marry if the kundli-thing works out( Sorry B, plz dont be mad). I really could go on. So i ask U, B & S to add some more in the comments section.

With all the differences and the obsessive compulsive quirks, there are laughs and there are tears and there are celebrations, and none of them go unmet or unacknowledged.