Saad......part 1

For someone who belongs to me......








Saad was a very unique guy and someone I’m glad I was able to call my childhood friend. I met him in montessori, where many of our first genuine friendships begin. His family only lived a few subdivisions over from mine and most days we would be at one of our two houses after school messing around outside trying to stay out of trouble. While we were both fairly decently growing up, Saad was a few inches taller than me and at 6’, he could play some song on his lips "Chahat teri mujhe chahiye" sung by Haider Ali….


He used to be a very rebellious kind of champs in our group as if he is THE DON or else he think every don is in his pocket.Whenever things happen around us at that Saad was the only guy as our Messiah.I dont know why people used get scared out of him..


WE USE TO GET INTO FIGHTS


Let me clarify. My crew would cruise around town like high school punks with nothing to do and nowhere to go. It was at a Angoora restaurant one evening that Saad pulled us out of potential danger. There were a group of guys from a rival school already hanging out at this establishment but with Saad on our side we all felt pretty fearless. Pointless bravado filled the air and within minutes bodies were being tossed from one side of the restaurant to the other. Hanging out with my undersized Idiot friends didn’t evoke much encouragement. I was a late bloomer as well so my buck wasn’t gonna be throwin’ too many people around. Luckily we had Saad on our side so we walked away pretty much unscathed.


WE USE TO TALK ABOUT GIRLS


Oh how we talked about girls. What adolescent heterosexual guy didn’t? Although we had slightly different taste in females, it didn’t stop us from discussing who we’d like to hook up with (shag for you) and where we’d like to do it. He always chose the taller ones; I tended to lean towards the gymnast type. Since Saad matured a little quicker than most guys our age, his success with the ladies began a little sooner than mine. That pissed me off growing up, but in the end I did alright for myself. Saad was in a serious relationship, one that was surely going to lead him down the alter, if only he’d gotten the chance.


Growing up, neither of us were very good students. It wasn’t that we weren’t smart, we just didn’t apply ourselves. Actually that’s not true. We just didn’t apply ourselves properly. We spent plenty of time being active, playing sports, and eventually smoking became a full time hobby. Saad and I went to the same junior high, high school and then we parted. I guess in today’s day and age we’d be considered grade point ‘challenged’.


Now.


He is married to the same girl.......................to be continued.

Random thoughts....

Today, I was reminded that I sulk in posting blog. I am provided with enough time every day to post our blogs but I don't know why I have difficulties writing one.




At four o'clock or sometimes three, I'm allowed to take my friends laptop to do my blog tasks. It also means that a whole day of work is nearing to be done. That is why when the minute hand struck twelve while the hour hand pointed at four, I celebrate.



But when I'm already in front of the monitor, I am just sitting there staring blankly on the space where the blog is supposed to be encoded. I know I do have many things to say but somehow I don't know how to say those things.



The same thing happens when I'm around people. I can just sit or be with them and not making the effort to talk. Many people do always comment on my silence. Sometimes, I'm tagged as unfriendly or a snob because of this. I never knew why I didn't develop my talking skills. I know there are a lot of things inside me to be said, but I always opted never to vocalize them. :)