Down memory lane

Was talking to an old friend today and man did it feel good. What is it with these old friends :)?
(aka chaddi dosths)
These are the guys who were there on those boring sunday noons when i needed to get through all that vela time. Later spent playing kirket on the road or just 'hanging around', those lovely moon lit evenings spent crooning on the guitar on someones terrace a, those hungry mornings spent sharing a 1 by 2 coffee or a 'benne masssalle' in Sandarshini- with those memorable butter stains on the roof, aimed to precision by our top notch 'benne' shooters- (Now u know why they give butter on masala dosa), when kallekai was our staple diet and we swore by Gandhi seats in theatres....
Those much awaited birthday parties when we made sure the 'cheap guest' would get a free facial and conditioning, the games, the pjs, the music, the noise, the (live)frogs and lizards wrapped as gifts, the unadulterated fun....life was totally bindaas!

Now work has taken precedence over everything, no time for a quiet coffee or a rendezvous on someones terrace.
Its hard to get everyone together.
Some married, some abroad, some just plain disinterested!!
But then the memories are worth it, are'nt they?