Maverick and Mildcube I

Me and Ken have been friends for quite a long while.. A feat to celebrated given that I'm extremely short tempered and real easy to irritate.. We've never, not for once, argued.. We've disagreed with each other loads of times though.. She's helped me grow and I hope I've helped her grow too..

It was quite funny actually, after the shock, to find out that she had been my classmate from LKG through 10th grade.. Of course, we split in 11th and 12th because I was in science group..

I didn't konw her pretty well back then.. Sure, she was this kid in class. So??

Noticed her in 5th grade basically.. In a totally weird way too. I can still remember our social teacher trying to explain hand grenades and Priyanka said she saw a movie in which a kid tossed the hand grenade at her family after removing the ring.. It struck a chord in my memory... Someone watched the same movie I did !!!

"Hey ! It was that movie, 'The stupids' right?"

"Yeah !! You've seen it ??"

"It's so awesome.. I watched it yesterday !!"

"Yeah. I like that scene where..."

Teacher : "Priyanka and Gayathri !!! Listen to my class. What are you two thinking, discussing movies ?? Listen or get out !!"

Got to know her in 8th grade.. What brought us closer was the fact that we were the only two who knew the question tag to "I'm right".. Besides we thought alike.. We were among the few girls who didn't have a mortal fear of guys/boys.. The only ones who didn't giggle insanely at guys from the boys high school..

She wasn't in my face. I like it. My mom's name is an intensely difficult name to pronounce. Go refer the Mahabharatha if you're interested.. Anyways.. What fascinated my classmates was the fact that both my parents are docs.. And so they wanted names... I got sick of repeating my mom's name, of pronouncing it, of teaching ppl to pronounce, of writing it down, of telling even more ppl who came to ask me.. Priyanka didn't give a damn and I was thankful.. Someone had enough sense to not bother with something that was no business of theirs..

She did get on my nerve one day though..

Her : Hey .. You don't have a bad structure u know .. You don't wear jeans ?
Me : (head held high) I know what to wear and what looks good on me

In my head : (you don't know my dad.. so get lost)

Another day while discussing music :
Her : I loooove Ricky Martin
Me : I listen to ABBA. They're really good.
In my head : Won't she leave me alone?? I don't wanna talk music..She probably thinks I don't listen to music..good..

I snubbed her every chance I got and she made fun of me every chance she got.. Dunno what stopped us from clawing each other's eyes out.. Guess inspite of everything, We figured we were the only two in class who actually thought.. But I think we eventually figured out that we complemented each other.. I was withdrawn and an introvert, she was an extrovert and way too "modern" to suit the school's views.. I isolated myself, she was isolated because of her views.. I knew I had to speak out more and she knew she had to speak out less.. She needed help, I needed help, we thought alike, we didn't give a damn about other people, we were aloof as possible, we just didn't talk to anybody, to be our friend, you had to be special...

We became friends then, though, different in every way imaginable...

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