"Life is a race,If you do not run fast you will be like a broken anda",says Aamir in his latest flick 3 idiots.A broken anda that is what I have been feeling like recently. I realised that in this mad race called life I have lost touch with the harsh truths of estranged relationships.I did not understand the class system of modern relationships,where regular status updates are not only required on your facebook wall,but also in real life.
As I enthusiastically tried to get in touch and eagerly searched for phone numbers and addresses,I forgot that we had been separated rather abruptly a few years ago and since then a lot had come between us--time ,space and status.I was following only my heart which did not see any other reason or logic other than re-connecting with an old friend.Every time my satanic mind tried to put forth the question "what if",I lulled it to silence and was hopeful of a warm embrace.
I am happy for your success friend,and I will always be proud to associate myself with you as your old college/hostel mate.You will always be a part of my friendlore which I pass on to my daughter,and despite the fact that you think I am no longer worthy of being in touch I will always send prayers your way,I will always wish you will.
I will always hope that since you didn't live my life you you would not judge the rights and wrongs of it and some day you will call me ,hug me and we will walk down the memory lane together for old times sake.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
winter and friends.....
It is queer,how our mind functions.How the simplest of things get us flagged onto the maze of memories,relationships and the intricacies of life and how the most weird and complex things leave us numb and blank.
Winters in Delhi ,and all the paraphrenalia associated with it (hot cuppas ,steaming momos,rajaais,peanuts and FOG)are a very complex event at times.At other times it just means mercury moving further north and it is very cold.
"COLD" a word that gets stuck in my mind nowadays,every time I sit to 'meet' my online friends on social networking.I ask myself ,is this winter the coldest as all the news channels are screaming or is it because most of the faces one meets in virtual space are as cold as ice.All of us derive a lot of pleasure in looking at peoples profiles and don't hesitate to give the cold shoulder if a "friend"t tries to come too close for comfort.
I am lucky ,because most of my friends are people I know or knew in real at some point in time.But I get a
cold shudder when I think about you Sonee.A few years from now ,when you will be able to use the word and understand the feeling FRIEND,will there be time and space available to have real and true friends.
I'll pray for you and hope that none of your winters are as cold and the warmth of glowing friendship will extend beyond an electronic screen in your life.
Winters in Delhi ,and all the paraphrenalia associated with it (hot cuppas ,steaming momos,rajaais,peanuts and FOG)are a very complex event at times.At other times it just means mercury moving further north and it is very cold.
"COLD" a word that gets stuck in my mind nowadays,every time I sit to 'meet' my online friends on social networking.I ask myself ,is this winter the coldest as all the news channels are screaming or is it because most of the faces one meets in virtual space are as cold as ice.All of us derive a lot of pleasure in looking at peoples profiles and don't hesitate to give the cold shoulder if a "friend"t tries to come too close for comfort.
I am lucky ,because most of my friends are people I know or knew in real at some point in time.But I get a
cold shudder when I think about you Sonee.A few years from now ,when you will be able to use the word and understand the feeling FRIEND,will there be time and space available to have real and true friends.
I'll pray for you and hope that none of your winters are as cold and the warmth of glowing friendship will extend beyond an electronic screen in your life.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
A lesson in friendship
I once had a friend, a soulmate
with whom I walked a long lovely patch of life .
We parted ways , as time went by....
rather abrutly....still don't know why....
Days went by and weeks rushed,
And before I know it, a year was gone.
And I never saw my friend again.
Years rolled on....
and all I had was memories bright,
refusing to be worn
by the tides of time.
Every day as I went to bed
I resolved to call my friend the very next day,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Today I am a lonely soul
reaching out and crying in vain....
Wish I had seized the day
and before a friend became a stranger,
wish I had made that call
and saved myself all this pain.
with whom I walked a long lovely patch of life .
We parted ways , as time went by....
rather abrutly....still don't know why....
Days went by and weeks rushed,
And before I know it, a year was gone.
And I never saw my friend again.
Years rolled on....
and all I had was memories bright,
refusing to be worn
by the tides of time.
Every day as I went to bed
I resolved to call my friend the very next day,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Today I am a lonely soul
reaching out and crying in vain....
Wish I had seized the day
and before a friend became a stranger,
wish I had made that call
and saved myself all this pain.
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