Song About Friendship

I was busy sleeping on my train seat with my head on dining tray when my phone started ringing. The ‘Jungle Book’ ringtone echoed through the length and breadth of the compartment and very soon I could hear faint sounds of my fellow travellers telling me to answer the phone. I got up, wondered where I was for a while and then answered my phone in a very lazy voice. It was my friend Sonya on the line. She asked me where I was to which I replied that I was somewhere between Jamshedpur and Kolkata. After knowing about my whereabouts, she started telling me about Fiesta- a one day event being organised by her college and she asks me to attend it. I too sleepy to think, I answer that I will surely do that and then kept the phone.

Four days later, I get another call from her saying that I have to be at the Nicco Park ground at 7. I ask her for what and then she reminds me of my promise. Now it’s already tough to convince a girl and when it is a Punjabi girl it’s safer if you try jumping from Howrah Bridge instead. After trying to convince her that I have too much work to come for the event, I finally end up saying that I will be at the event.

After almost getting lost trying to find the venue, I finally meet Sonya and she hands over my pass to me. She tells me I will enjoy the show as KK was performing. I give her a smile and say nothing. After like 1 hour of utter bullshit on stage the show finally (!) starts. I personally hated the two Mc’s for the event because they did nothing else than eating the crowds ears and speaking filthy English. KK arrived on stage and after a brief introduction of his bands started belting out some amazing numbers.

He started with Humdum Suniyo Re and continued with more of his hits. His songs were amazing. I never thought that I would actually enjoy a concert with Hindi songs in it. After about 6 songs he finally sang a song which took me back in time. The song was Yaaron. It had been one of the most magical songs I had ever heard and that night it made me realise that I was all alone. I called up my best friend who was in a different city. I said to her, “hey I am at your favourite artist’s concert and he is singing our favourite song”. She replied, “Hey that’s so not fair, you are enjoying all by yourself and you say that I am your best friend”. I smiled and told her that I was feeling a little too sentimental as all my friend were far away so I had called her up to share the moment. She was happy to hear it. Then I told her to stay on the line while I took the phone near the speakers. I made sure that she too listened to the song, after a while I took the phone away and told her thanks for her patience with me to which she replied, “Hey that was sweet of you to do that”. I shouted back at her saying that I hated being called sweet. She gave a hearty laugh and said, “I know but the reaction I get from you whenever I say that it is simply priceless”. Listening to this even I started laughing and then I cut the phone after talking for a while.

It made me realise that it’s not about being together with friends that counts, being there for your friends is what matters. This changed my sentimental mood to a happy one as deep within me I knew that out of the 24 hours that my friends live every single day, they at least think of me for a moment and that moment of their life is completely dominated by me. The song ‘Yaaron’ will bring back the sweet memories of the times I have spent with them even when I am 90 years old and on my deathbed. I love and miss all of you.