For most part of my life I thought I owed my life to friends. For most part of my life I went out of my way and did things for them, nursed them through heartbreaks and other blues. For most part of my life, I've kind of been a fool. Well, that's just a side effect of growing up with out a primary care person.
When one of my friends got married while we were still in college, I literally had to fight with my parents to let me attend the wedding. The semester exams had got postponed that year due to some strikes, and unfortunately we had an exam the next day of the wedding. Of course, my friend's parents couldn't change the date of the wedding, she had to get married and then attend the semester exam the next day.
The wedding was in another district and I would lose the entire day if I go. And my parents knew very well that I would only open my books a day or two before the exam. But I pleaded with them and I cried, what would she(the bride) do if her best friends didn't attend her wedding? How could we even let her get married like that? Isn't that sad?
They did give in in the end and I, with two other friends, attended the wedding. We had a very difficult, question paper the next day. I was very lucky that I scraped through pass marks for that paper. My parents would have killed me otherwise!
I hardly even talk to her these days, in fact, its been years, since I talked or sent a personal message to her. We just grew apart.
But back then, I honestly thought that we were going to be friends forever. We were going to be in each other's life always....What happens to friendships when they die?
Some friendships only last for a season. Then they die an unmourned death. May be they are meant to be that way. The world around us just changes every year, and so do we unfortunately, and so do the people we used to know!
I once used to try to keep in touch with everybody I had good laugh with, everybody who told me their stories. But since the time I lived in my father's village, I realised that I didn't have to do that. I still cherish all the laughter, I still cherish the stories, but may be they are better off as memories. I do not miss the people, they do not miss me..
There is this other lot. People I would always care about, but would be perfectly ok not hearing from for years! I would always keep their phone numbers and emails, just not to lose them, an email once in 6 months, a phone call a year... This boy who worked with me in citi, who had been more of a brother to me than the real ones, this girl who worked with me in Chennai, one or two of my school mates, college mates, two of my cousins..
And then of course, there's this other lot, who knows my struggles, my madness.. I would be completely lost with out them.
Sometimes, even with out us knowing, we make lifetime promises. To be there, always, even if its miles apart, never to change, never to give up, never to be lost in the crowd, and to keep going..
The promise I've made would always make sure that I'm the same person.
When one of my friends got married while we were still in college, I literally had to fight with my parents to let me attend the wedding. The semester exams had got postponed that year due to some strikes, and unfortunately we had an exam the next day of the wedding. Of course, my friend's parents couldn't change the date of the wedding, she had to get married and then attend the semester exam the next day.
The wedding was in another district and I would lose the entire day if I go. And my parents knew very well that I would only open my books a day or two before the exam. But I pleaded with them and I cried, what would she(the bride) do if her best friends didn't attend her wedding? How could we even let her get married like that? Isn't that sad?
They did give in in the end and I, with two other friends, attended the wedding. We had a very difficult, question paper the next day. I was very lucky that I scraped through pass marks for that paper. My parents would have killed me otherwise!
I hardly even talk to her these days, in fact, its been years, since I talked or sent a personal message to her. We just grew apart.
But back then, I honestly thought that we were going to be friends forever. We were going to be in each other's life always....What happens to friendships when they die?
Some friendships only last for a season. Then they die an unmourned death. May be they are meant to be that way. The world around us just changes every year, and so do we unfortunately, and so do the people we used to know!
I once used to try to keep in touch with everybody I had good laugh with, everybody who told me their stories. But since the time I lived in my father's village, I realised that I didn't have to do that. I still cherish all the laughter, I still cherish the stories, but may be they are better off as memories. I do not miss the people, they do not miss me..
There is this other lot. People I would always care about, but would be perfectly ok not hearing from for years! I would always keep their phone numbers and emails, just not to lose them, an email once in 6 months, a phone call a year... This boy who worked with me in citi, who had been more of a brother to me than the real ones, this girl who worked with me in Chennai, one or two of my school mates, college mates, two of my cousins..
And then of course, there's this other lot, who knows my struggles, my madness.. I would be completely lost with out them.
Sometimes, even with out us knowing, we make lifetime promises. To be there, always, even if its miles apart, never to change, never to give up, never to be lost in the crowd, and to keep going..
The promise I've made would always make sure that I'm the same person.
