Splendid Six is a weekly column on College Life of 6 Best Friends by our columnist Asha Kumar. Developing and Contracting Friendships is fifteenth chapter in weekly column Splendid Six. Have you missed previous Chapters of the column? Click Here to read Previous Chapters.
Developing and Contracting Friendships
As we were in Information Technology, we were expected to learn computer languages very well. I was good with the theory stuff but pathetic with the practical one. Hemangi was very interested in learning new logic in computer applications. She insisted that we should join classes for it. We went to many places for inquiry and finally chose one centre which gave tuitions for programming language. We both used to leave at 5:00 pm and return by 7:00 pm. I hated programming languages. I literally did. But being in the computer field, I was left with no other option except swallowing the bitter medicine with a smile on my face. We had a sir named Rajesh. He was immensely over smart. He used to dress up and talk in typical village style. I and Hemangi used to enjoy his talk for sure. We had an amazing time sitting there. Hemangi was accompanied by her brother whenever she came there because of the unknown calls and unknown numbers she used to get from a guy. That trauma had started from the second semester and there was still no end till now. Hemangi used to say “I am fed up of this now Aisha. I feel like committing suicide at times”. I used to say her “Don’t worry till I am there. Nothing will happen to you dear. I will stand with you through thick and thin”. She felt relieved. She at last felt that someone was there for her. Hemangi was quick at grasping technical things. She loved performing those technical programs. I had no interest in those things. I was almost half asleep or copied the programs from Hemangi. I went to classes just to be away from home for few hours and so that I can roam out for some time.
At times Hemangi came alone sans her brother. We then used to go out and have pani-puri or chats. I started considering Hemangi as an integral part of my family. She was growing dearer to me. We had one common interest regarding English films. She had a long string of amazing English movies. I used to get those movies from her and then the next day we used to discuss it in the college about how amazing and authentic it was. Khushi shared no common interest with us so she just went on with her work. But we two hyper girls (I and Hemangi) thrived on the fun we had watching X-Men, Charlie Angels, Sherlock Holmes, Fast and Furious movies. It was fun. She was a perfect homely girl that I had come across. For her, home was the best den where she can cherish. She was always simply dressed and looked prim. With no make-up and no other accessories, she was an epitome of simplicity for me. She made no efforts to put an impression on anyone or anything. She was safe, secured and pleased in her space. She was least bothered what others did (except Khushi). She never gave her good vibes and they both had issues with each other. I supported her whenever she picked a fight with Khushi. We both were a strong unit now. My mom liked her. She thought she resembled me in lots of ways. So it was a happy go lucky ride with Hemangi for me. Not that I and Hemangi were not good friends initially but now the bond had got better with the passage of time. She was definitely becoming closer and as faithful and rock steady support as Dia had become.
On the other side, I and Pari were bonding strongly in the lab hours. As I had mentioned in prior that there were only 4 girls in our batch during lab hours, so we linked very fast. We used to sit and talk about how the rest of the guys behaved in the lab. The other two girls mingled and got along very well with few boys but we had maintained a long distance from the other. We used to talk “How pathetic the guys talk and I don’t feel like talking to him”. We used to complete our task (programs and other assignments) on time and then put our heads down and laugh out discussing whether the chap sitting in the last row had taken a bath today or not, because the smell of deodorants made us almost faint (they were horribly awful). We discussed the other day that the guy sitting on the 4th row had sent her (Pari) request on facebook and how he tried to woo her to get her phone number.
Pari was very smart enough then most of us. She talked bluntly and pierced our thoughts and feelings at times. It was only because of her talks, that Khushi never developed a great rapport with Pari. They were cordial but never true friends. Khushi wasn’t even on very good terms with Naina. She thought Naina was very pretence type of girl. Who don’t have issues with each other? We all had some issues somewhere down the line with one other. In the mean while Khushi and Dia got along well because they both shared good sense of humour and they talked about Pari and Gopal’s love story that had brewed in the second semester and how Naina would be behind some Mechanical guy and made up some false stories that he was behind her. Within few weeks the results of second semester (previous semester) was out. I had secured the highest among all the girls of our group. I was relieved. Actually there was always a contest between Khushi and me about who will secure more marks in the examination. We were the only two who took studies and academic results seriously. Dia and Hemangi were thrilled to see me getting such good results. They were the ones who would always be happy for me from the core of their hearts. I was happy to overdo someone who I considered my arch rival. I stood fifth in the class. But even that fifth rank raised my bar and people began to acknowledge me more now.
To Be Continued..
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