Superman Returns...

Its funny how MSN names can be so fitting sometimes. Yesterday, I was on MSN and I got this message from a user named "Superman Returns". I didn't recognise the screen name, so I checked the email address.. turns out it was my friend R from way back in the day.

And I mean WaY back in the day. R and I used to attend the same highschool. We had a similiar disdain for those aorund us bent on making fools of themselves and making other brown people look like fools too. R and I had a wierd relationship. We clicked, no doubt about that, but we were never so close that we hung out every minute of every day or we spoke on the phone a lot or did pretty much anything that often together. But we clicked. And we both knew it.

Then, I graduated and started attending McMaster for Pol Sci. R was a year behind me in high school and when he graduated, he chose MAC too for Science. Being in the same school, we saw each other once in a blue moon. University life is so wierd like that, we were probably closer to each other than ever before, had more chances than ever before to hook up and chill, but we just didn't do it. Time is a decieving gift. R lived two minutes away from my residence, but we saw each other maybe 4 times in a whole year and that too, while we rushed around school doing what we did, being involved in school.

I graduated four years later, and last I heard R was trying to get into med school. I Hadn't heard from him in over a year and a half. I should say we hadn't been in touch, its as much my fault as it is his. Then yesterday, out of nowhere, there he is. He's in med school now, at Dartmouth in Hanover, New Hampshire. He always was a smart dude. He deserves it too, that guy worked like a dog for many a year and sacrifised a great number of things to get where he is today and I'm proud to say I know him and that one day, I shall call his office looking for Dr. R.

R was my first best friend. I don't think I ever told him that, guys don't do that stuff you know. But perhaps I shoudl havem cuz we could have used our time together to really enjoy each other's company rather than living almost seperate lives.

Its kind of sad that I really haven't had many best friends in life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't have friends, but if you asked me, I wouldn't have many names to drop. I always considered R my best friend until I got to my second year, then it was someone I met through residence, but she wasn't my best friend in the exact sense either; we were just really good friends. Then my last two years clicked in, and I made friends (really really goood friends) for the first time in my life - its futile to list them, but I did. They know who they are and they are the people I cherish more than anyone else in this world. Some of them might be oblivious, and some of them might be sheepish to accept that I speak of them, but they know.

Nowadays, every one of my friends is far far away. I walked away myself. And it sucks that I did. But yesterday's candid and frank conversation with R reminded me that best friends never change, no matter how much distance, how many events come between you- they'll be there. And that is a comforting fact to always cherish.