I tell you what Chatanga. Whatever arguments we had. Whatever harsh words were ever said between us. And whatever theoretically we might say in future. It don't mean a thing to me. I hear a thousand times worse stuff at work all the time.
But what has stayed with me more than any of that, is the growth we did together. All the time we spent increasing our vocabulary on that vocab thread, all the translations we knocked our heads on together (the lassi and cha thing was legendary), the manuscripts we looked at together.
See that's why I personally don't mind a certain type of language - as long as it accompanied by true, solid attainment of knowledge. I remember that one 'uncle' from backhome, who'd have mad random abusive fits that used to drive Satnam nuts. I tolerated him, even when he'd turn on me because in the end he used to drop some serious references for us to study, that we would probably not have been blessed to study otherwise.
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