KJ

(schools ending, people are preparing to leave. Ive spent the last couple of days filling in bye-bye books. This is one that deserves to be on this blog, because without this guy there never would have been a discopapaya)

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Come in here,
dear boy,
have a cigar.
Youre gonna go far,
Youre gonna fly high

(im quoting Floyd here, how cool am i?)

Jesus Christ KJ, I be writing you a good bye.

I actually knew of your existence before you knew of mine. Your sister told me about you back in 9th grade and told me that you were joining our fabulous school. But life took over, and we didn’t actually share a conversation till FY. Back when I was thrown into our stellar class I recall being incredibly bitter. I knew no one, this was going to suck.

But there you were, and here was our beginning.

I dont remember our first conversation, neither do I remember why we became friends. What I do know however is that you probably kept me sane for all the time that ive known you. From our discussions about religion to politics (remember the day Bush got re-elected and we had a show down with Omar Askari in econ? OH GOD DO YOU REMEMBER HIS FREAKY OBSESSION WITH SHEEP?) to our random nothings- you cease to amaze me. You are my one real friend, youre the guy who knows things that most people dont know, you symbolize the slightly deranged side of me. Ive always respected your flagrant disregard for what people say and ive tried to emulate you in that context. You hold some really precious secrets- if I remember correctly youre the guy who actually got me blogging. Oh god the obsessive Arooj Aftab days. Damn.

You introduced me to good music, to Pink Floyd and Pearl Jam and yes Slip Knot too (they still scare me I cant help it). Youve understood when ive felt like shit, youve listened when I talked shit and youve told me to shut the fuck up when I lost my shit :-D. You’ve not only kept me going, but in some weird way youve aloud me to dream. And dude, thank heavens that ive gotten to know you, because otherwise Id have either killed myself by now or would have become one of the many nothing-people that deserve not a moment of attention or interest.

You get me man, what else can I say. In a world filled with plastic people and white smiles, youre my blue twilight and silver moon.

I promised myself that I wouldnt indulge in the clichéd listing of memories, but I think somethings need to be mentioned. Our orkut stalking, our fabulous general class, romana syed and her pro-fuck life theories, snazz and our neverending harassment of her- not to mention a million msn conversations that ranged from suicidal to just plain stupid. We are cynical, sarcastic and jaded- but hey who gives a fuck we are great and it doesn’t really matter that no one agrees with us.

And I don’t think I need to say the usual, because I KNOW that we WILL stay in touch, I can guarantee that I will NEVER forget you and I can promise that I will adore you forever.

And so, the next time im driving down some random road, and two streetlights get aligned perfectly I will clench my teeth- thats my tribute to the madness that is you.

I give a rats ass about you man, hell I give two.