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 It all started from the start, and would end in the end. Whatâs worth notice is how that start leads to the end. The mornings meant football and evening, dhabas. The world meant the activities surrounding them. And yes, there was some of college as well.

  The group comprised of Raza, Amjad, Ahmed, Kashif and myself. The sometimers comprised of Rahul, Shravan, Atikul and sometimes some other names which I donât quite remember owing to my disability of forgetting names very often.

  If I ever had time in my life and if I have ever killed it big-time, it was then. The footballs consumed the mornings, the aftermath of it, the afternoons and the reviews and critics, the nights. 

  There is a real sad story to my life when it comes to the good old football days. I played the midfield, where more of my energy wasted on trying to run in diagonal directions with the ball, so it should be no surprise if the number of goals I scored was comparatively lower than my inferior counterparts. However, whenever rarely and occasionally, I got a chance to grab the ball, run with it, find no tough opponents and do not slip or stumble and finally score a long awaited goal, a voice came from behind â aur yeh raha  Nazim Khan ka pehla aur aakhri GOAL!â and then my own cousins making fun of me and the game suddenly losing all the seriousness and coming to an abrupt end. The commentator was Rehan Khan, a childhood friend.

  Before I forget there is something very interesting about Raza, my cousin, that I would like to share. Heâs got some very peculiar habits. First, of explaining the obvious. Second, of giving open opportunities to us to take his trip. Third, of taking his own trip when we fail to realize that we just missed an opportunity. When we were kids we had big plans of his marriage. Myself, Amjad and Ahmed planned to get Raza married to a very beautiful woman when he grows up, as Raza mostly obeyed whatever we as elder cousins ordered. So in a way he hoped for our greener future. One day it got a little too much, and Raza threatened us that he would commit suicide and then we could do whatever we wanted. As in, with his wife! We felt a little bad but come to think of it, the idea still arouses us.

  The stairs of Music World, was another landmark, where wanderers looked for us. We sat there and peeped at the world in shrugs, hot-pants and stilettos rushing in and out of The Park Hotel. Played wits with the smallies selling chewing gum to babes and boyfriends.  It usually started from productive discussions which usually had a sexual inclination. I was called a Casanova who amazingly wasted all his time with his male friends, and there were words like âArmsanovaâ invented and was coronated as a title to Kashif who was always busy concentrating on the arms of the women who tread before his eyes. The next coronation was for Amjad, and the title awarded was Assanova! So we all know what he concentrated on normally. There were other minor titles awarded to amateur thinkers like âLipsonovaâ and âhairsonovaâ according to their respective fields of concentration.

  One day music world was wet with rain and we were taking shade under its porch. Our bladders were bursting owing to the cold-drinks consumed and hence music world was wet again while Will Smith peeped in disgust from the poster of Hitch. It was such a relief and what an achievement!

 Every time Amjad came up with an idea, it seemed liked the worldâs most serious topic, it probably got the seriousness from the way he played the whodunit. There are certain things I did and said which Amjad didnât seem to like. He wouldnât say but I know and I would still do it and say it. I donât really know why but I normally like irritating people with intellect may be to get a better understanding of how they react in certain circumstances. He is one information box I know. Talk about movies, gadgets, prices of gadgets, bikes, the on road rates, jobs, Sensex, sense or sex, he knows all. You would have to try really hard if you want to come up with something that he already doesnât have an opinion about. I still remember when I changed the memory slot from phone to card for a friend, he complemented my knowledge of phone technicalities. It really was a big thing to get a complement from such a knowledge-box for having knowledge. Amazing! If there is something to which he says a no, try searching GOOGLE with zero results.

  Time for six-packs, biceps, triceps and whatever possible ceps one can think of. The He-man of the group is Ahmed. One thing in life he is determined about. Gym. Full stop. He would wake up in the morning, not sleep in the afternoon and eat non-tasty food at night before the proteins. With so many sacrifices I think I would deserve the fame of Bekham and bucks like Gates. But he would just do it for building blocks on his body which would de-shape in a single no-maintenance month anyway. I canât get more jealous! He did it man. With elders he is famous for his greetings which are too loud sometimes to be even called greetings. With us, he is not-so-famous for his non-veg jokes which again are sometimes too non-veg to be even called jokes. There have been terrific fights between the both of us and hence our relatives have only seen the extremism of love and I donât know what! I still remember him sitting at the local rendezvous spot with his friends, trying to pretend as if he didnât even notice that I passed. He failed miserably! But if thereâs one person who is responsible for the closeness that we share even now, itâs him. If you ever need to learn how to fight your own brother, you can learn from him, but if you ever need to learn how to fight for a brother, you have to learn from him.

About it for Ahmed.

  There have been numerous occasions when we planned to sleep together at our grannyâs house but it could never happen cause we never slept. We spent the nights talking, talking about our wives, clearing out misunderstandings, commenting on sizes and shapes, the future plans for our children, predicting our expenses and income in 2050 and even covering issues which usually didnât have a sexual inclination to it  cause that was the time we spoke about us. Us brothers.

The more I am happy to think of that past, the more I am sad that it will never come back.


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