Thursday, December 14, 2006
Nash Says "I Do"
Last Saturday, I attended the long awaited hitching ceremony of my close friend, Nash. Nash and I go way back. (Ok, ok, so I've only known him for a couple of years. But in this high paced world, two years ought to count for something. A lot happens in two years. Governments collapse, companies fold up, engineers sleep through MBA, evidence on murders disappear...The value of time has increased over the years. A sort of 'time value inflation'. As with everything, I blame Microsoft.)

For those who came in late, Nash was my senior back in college. One year ahead of me. He had slept through Macro-economics long before I bungled my first SWOT. We were roomies for over a year before he got wise and fumigated me out, discarding me like last year's losing lottery ticket. We'd had our share of fun, though. I've broken every string on his guitar, invaded his office demanding for his set of keys to the house, made fun of the low flying storm clouds he'd create every time he applies perfume, and woken him up in the middle of the night just to hear me say "Welcome to the Hotel California"

Yes, siree... Fond, memorable, made-up memories like these pepper our friendship with enough ammunition to keep him sneezing for a long time to come. (continue reading)

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