How could I ever not become best friends with a girl that confused me with French, even after I spoke few sentences in English with her (and why did I ever think my ultra obvious Indian features would give me away). Just an example of how adorable she could be. So this continues to explain my association with slightly crazy yet awesome people, Muge being more on the awesome side.
So this dark-haired European looking girl was introduced to me by my vivacious Italian friend Fra( Francesca will get a post too, soon) , in one of the jazz Tuesday nights at bebop, sometime in July last year. She was puffing her favourite Davidoff(which she argues that it causes the least harm to her lungs and one of our constant topics of disagreement) with a Belgian beer in hand when we went upto her to say hello. Thanks to Fra, who has this amazing socializing skill, brought a delightful company along wherever she went. So after a couple of weeks, we sort of had a gang of friends that would constantly hang out, and Muge was also one among. My beautiful Muge.
I wish I could document each of the crazy fun times we had. Muge was a highlight. She would always be ready to go places, try new things and have fun. I hardly remember her saying no to a dinner, a drink or a party invitation unless she had a final exam the following day. That may not be entirely right, she did hang out even when she had exams. Smart kid, Muge. Oh yes, the smart architect- always enthusiastic and passionate about her field. She has this hitech configured laptop,which she spent a fortune on, to run her simulations and I was more than happy to see her results when she wanted to display them occasionally for me. When we went out for a coffee or a day trip to a nearby town, I was finding it a tad bit difficult to appreciate the size of the bricks on a wall, when she went on explaining the curves, corners, forms, function in the beginning. After some months and spending a great deal of time with her, unconsciously I started noticing the beauty of some buildings, which I would’ve cared a dime in previous times. Especially, I can never forget the day trip to Amsterdam, to see the famous buildings with her professor and few other friends was remarkable, for a variety of reasons
I was so glad I had a smart and optimally geeky friend. I would get bored in a minute if we only talked about makeup and boys, not that we didn’t. Our girl time was fantastic and hilarious. We had so many topics to roll on the floor and laugh about. We used to engage in harmless gossip, and when she would hint something to me in public and I don’t understand, she would send a text banging her head and would get so annoyed if I didn’t realise that the text was for me, when she has to ask with faint smugness, ‘where is your phone Shasha’. She suited right for my level of enthusiasm and excitement and could relate to each one of my crazy ideas and behaviour. She was such a darling when I had so many emotions to share and she would have an answer if I wasn’t sure about anything
. We had so many coffee talks, study talks( I tried to study with her in architecture faculty several times), skype talks, bouwpub talks, bebop talks, dinner talks, de ruif talks, pootstraat talks, zusterlaan talks ,pijnacker talks, bus talks, train talks, and I can go on and on. I had this amazing comfort level with her within a short period of time, that I could tell her pretty much anything without qualms , and so did she.
I cannot imagine how depressed I would’ve become if she wasn’t there for me, when all my other Erasmus friends left. We became even close after the exodus of Italian buddies. Amongst her amazing qualities like a being warm, affectionate, funny and free-spirited individual, she has a talent for wearing the sari. She was a natural, when I first made her wear it and she was carrying herself like a lady, stunning everyone with her beauty and grace. She also appreciates Indian food though she isn't a fan of spices. I still don’t know if she was being nice or really enjoying it.
I too became a big fan of Turkish food , thanks to Muge’s constant campaign of ‘ Doner kebab is not Turkish cuisine’ , she made me taste some amazing dishes . I plan to visit Turkey and witness in person, the dreamy description of the places and food given by Muge.
We've had so many memories and will still do, but this is just an account to say in writing, how wonderful Muge is. So to cut it short , it is obvious that, when I praise a girl so much, you can comprehend how much she means to me.
See you soon Muge dear!! This post was just an another way of saying ‘I miss you, get well and come back soon’
