All guys have "Brothers". Bound by the Bro-Code.
Sworn to fight to the death, Literally, for one another.
I remember mine.
My table tennis partner back in school. And one hell of a guy.
We were practically unbeatable. And anyone who dared Challenge us was sent home packing before they could say "Love-all".
That was just in competition.
The rest of the time we'd come up with crazy ideas, crack jokes that had us coughing our lungs out and be pulling "stunts" that if anyone had known, would have every chic in a 10-mile radius beat us half to death.
Back then all we needed was a Coke, some fries and a couple of the guys to hang out with. And it'd be the most Awesome day ever!
Then of course there was our Lunch break Activity-Dabu. Technically dodgeball. But in reality, it was more like, Call of Duty - Black Ops.
I'm surprised no one was killed in the process. ;)
Amazing how so little can mean so much.
Those were the days.
And we walked around like we owned the place.
stickin' it to anyone who said otherwise.
- Vivek J. Nair,Gautam Kumar, Rajeev Nair - Brothers in Arms: 2002-2005.
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