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"You are less boring now!"

Hmmm. I was told this by a friend whom i met today after a gap of 4 years. It's a sincere compliment. One of the best one i have recieved so far. :-)

I know this friend of mine since my MSc days (will call her Anne for a specific reason). I was a part of a group of 3 (a very closed group). There were 2-3 others in our batch of 21 students whom i was friendly with. Anne is one of them. She can be described as a girl full of fun and effervescence. There was something very childlike about her (there still is). And i was the "serious" kind of person. Our excitement levels and matters that excited us never matched. One thing which was common between us was a high degree of professionalism. So, we got along well in some ways and in other areas we never crossed each other's path.

Today when we spent some 6 hrs together after 4 years i felt that she is the same person. But she said "You are less boring now." Then she apologized. I really didnt mind her telling this to me. I know i was very different 4-5 years back. There were inhibitions of various kinds. I used to carry an invisible "Rule Book". Each and every action of mine were governed by these "rules". I have become more spontaneous now. I have learnt to follow my instincts more than rules. I think this has added the "fun factor" to me.

To all those who still find me boring: Thank your stars that you didnt get to deal with me 5 years back.

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Unknown said…
Do not be misled by the name 'Akul', its me yaar....Preeji. Now regarding ur recent post...U always were a sweetie pie in school yaar.....I feel u became boring after u left school....or rather my company....
Shazia said…
I knew it was you, Preeji. Thanks for reminding me that i was a "sweetie pie" in school :).

Remember the 'delhi trip' and a gang of 6 'obedient' girls? And the price we had to pay for being 'good girls'?

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