This weekend was divided between a wedding and a funeral. Both in families connected by the comraderie of our site-days in haldia, pune and mumbai. These were my father's closest friends and the bond of adda sessions, fish-buying adventures and collective parenthood still exists. Between them they have seen two bypass surgeries, two deaths, career shifts, weddings and the birth of grandchildren. Their friendship is from an older, simpler world where bonds were forged with more tensile matter -- not based on cleverness, one liners or sozzled moments of illusory companionship. But then they were men and women. Not children playing at being adults like us.