Friends

I don't really know when the idea of talking to someone new began to bore the hell out of me.
Like yesterday, several strangers tried to strike a conversation with me at Turquoise Cottage. Nobody, nothing interested me. I can't stand small talk. But yes, that's the only way you get to know a person.
The same old questions you've answered all your life. What's your name... what do you do... what sort of a writer are you.... why are you here everyday... blah blah blah.
It's just so boring.
Yet, I sometimes crave to make friends, hoping, that someone would just look at me once and know exactly what I'm all about. I woulnd't have to go through that long boring process of explaining who I am, why I think the way I do and all that jazz.
Like Clint (http://creativelock.blogspot.com) happened. Just... out fo the blue. Without me doing too much of talking, he knew where I was coming from. And gradually things became more and more comfortable between us. The entire story came out then on it's own, without trying to make an effort of getting to know each other.
It's nice to have friends. It's just boring to make them, I think. Clint, will obviously differ totally. But that's it. we both are really really different people.
Bottomline: There was a time I could go on and on talking about myself. I was, still am, a terrible listener. And over the past few months I guess, even talking (about anything) has begun to bore me.
I think each and everything I have overdone in my life, now, has begun to take it's toll.
Like I said, I'm unlearning everything, and not consciously. It's the time... time that has arrived. Time for me to change.
Today, I was happy. I met another such person who interested me. There are few in this world, very few, who can make me phone them when I am not drunk.
Alice (http://sk1902.blogspot.com). That's who I met.
My usual self would be, "Let's go for a drink." But today, I was complete drinking coffee at Connaught Place Barista, and then going to Dilli Haat for momos.
She doesn't like compliments. They make her uncomfortable, but I'll tell you, she's the cutest thing you'd ever come across.
Tiny... 5'2, she wore heels, thinking (assuming), I'm a six footer. Lol.
She's got very very pretty feet, really small hands, and she talks and talks and talks. And I guess when talking becomes boring, you have no option but to be a listener. So I heard her talk.
She's normal, in every perfect sense of the word. Simple. A banker. Invests her money. Loves her boyfriend. Enjoys an occasional drink. Smokes when she's drinking. Has conventional parents. Is scared to get married. Needs her space. Dreams of buying her own house. Has mostly a straight and simple life. When all of it gets boring, she fights with her guy just to make it a little exciting.
Is she beautiful? I don't know. I rarely use the word cute for girls. She's soooooooo cute. Something you'd wanna take care of.
She reminded me of Meghna, a lot.
You know when you meet simple people - uncomplicated people, when you're around them, life feels so much more peaceful.
But the sad part of it all is, most of us get attracted to the negative sort of people, the complicated and messed up sort. That's the kid in us.
You gotta grow up someday. We all do.
What do you know. Today, without making too much of an effort, except driving through the crazy traffic to get to her, I guess I made a brand new friend.
I don't feel like drinking today.