When I was about 10 yrs old, I had a friend called Subba Rao. Subba Rao was a rough and tough guy, and of my age. We were good buddies. We used to fight often but we always become buddies again.  We used to get into fights for very small things. His home was right next to mine and so I used to hang out with him almost always. Subba Rao knows only one alphabet (when translated, it is ‘F’ in English). He rarely speaks anything without using ‘F’. You get what I mean?

There is an incident about him and I always laugh when it comes to my mind. This happened on one fine day in a hot summer. I wanted to teach Subba Rao a lesson, because I got fed up with his ‘F’ words on me. I told him that we both could go for a bicycle ride to a nearby pond. He got excited and agreed to come with me.

We both rode to the pond on my bicycle which was about 4 miles from our homes. By the time we reached the pond, we were pretty tired. My strategic plan was to leave Subba Rao at the pond and I ride back home alone. This would be a good punishment for him to come home walking in that hot sun!

I was trying different tricks to get him far off me, so that I could run away with my bicycle. For example, I was telling him to pick some colorful stones for me or I was encouraging him to get into the water and swim for a while. Somehow, none of these tricks seemed to be working, as if he already knew what I had in my mind.

At last I told him that I would show him some cool stunts with my bicycle. He was interested. I told him to stay there and keep watching me. Then I rode my bicycle towards my home. He thought that I would be returning back after a short distance.

When I realized that I was about 200 meters from him, I turned back and shouted “Hey, Subba Rao, you %%&**#$%@#*&*" (I vented out all my bad words on him). He was really angry and started chasing me. He chased me for about half a mile, felt tired and gave up. I could not stop laughing seeing him running behind me and crying. I shouted to him in a maniacal laughter “Don’t mess with me”.

Later that day, I learnt that Subba Rao managed a ride from someone who was coming that way. I was really disappointed! We did not talk to each other for about a week. Then on the eighth day, I asked him if he could join me for a hide-and-seek game. Again, we became buddies.

Shouldn't we always forget our wrongs and forgive one another?

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written by vamsee , February 06, 2010

this %%&**#$%@#*&* ??

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written by a guest , February 13, 2010

You must write a book "Subba Rao and Me", Nuren.

Great story.

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