Trio

544..that's where i first met you. While we waited for the tormentor to arrive, we spoke and ummm clicked(?)...then along came our first moment of nervous stage fright with each of us screaming "mera naam ________ hai". Minky came along somewhere here, we weren't much fond of each other were we now;) But in the middle of all the confusion and the madness called "upstage", we found each other and ourselves. The "Trio" was thus born.
With all the ups and the many more downs. The constant getting bugged and ticked off and just being off, i struggled through first year trying to understand the various mood swings and eventually developing my own.
Alwar. "oh so I'm going away for the weekend with my parents to alwar..wanna come??"....that's how it all began, i still don't get it how the trip materialised and how my parents tolerated the three of us.
Shimla. The trip that changed a lot, for the good I'd say. We would have never known each other the way we do now if it hadn't been for the fights and the discussions. The mad singing outside the compartment assuming no one could hear us, being told we were more entertaining than any television channel by a freaky man, ogling at Mr Phoelix and The-man-whose-name-i-can-never-remember through out our loooooong but extremely enjoyable (come on, it was fun) train ride.
Upstage. The one single thing which connected us at all times, our "only" life. All the performances, many embarrassing, many exhilarating, many stupid and many were just average. Dreading the "meeting" after each performance....hunting down cute men to letch. From Tarun to Ilu...it's been a long journey.
Men. Through Blue to Robinson to Weird men obsessed with Chinky. WE made it through. From making fun of them to telling each other how weird they are, to just consoling when things got really messed up.
Second Year. The year of the dreaded juniors. The year of Secret Rapture and Armaan. The year of Disaster for Upstage. The year of many confusions. The year of changing men. The year of Birthdays. The elaborate ideas and the constant planning:)
Final Year. I can only say ...THE YEAR OF THE MOST AMAZING JUNIORS. They taught us much more than what we did. We bonded over our one common love..theater. Moments of distancing. Feeling of jealousy caused by new found friends. The fantastic year of being roomies with one. and constantly wishing the other was there too. The year of going away. The year of McLeodganj with everyone. Exploring the darker side and becoming closer than ever.
With all my visits to Across, i remember the craziness and madness, the anger, the frustration, the love, the not talking. Here's to the TRIO! I love you two (:

PS: I dont think anyone will ever get me the way you do! eeeee!!