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Thursday, June 10, 2004 Friends, Letters and Memories.....(Somebody give my Post a Title) Alright back to blogging. I have been away for a whole week and I think it is about time I did post something. I was not too busy and neither was there any reason for me to not write. For some very strange reason, I have noticed that I mostly blog when I am either too angry or I am too depressed. It's about time I changed that. The past one week ever since my birthday, has been the 'week of Friends'. All my friends have surprised me. Some with their loyalty, some by their stubbornness and then there were others who have misunderstood me and those who well. . . . they were just being what they always were. Three days ago, a friend of mine played a prank on me. A really dirty prank and the sad thing is I fell for it. Some people want to know all about you. Who you are, what you do, who you meet, what you eat, what is in your heart, WHO or what is in your heart….. *sigh* they don’t even care if it is there business or not. Some secrets are better hidden, there is a time for everything but some people have no patience at all. Well, what can I say. . .? CURIOSITY KILLED 'A' CAT!! Yesterday, after a whole two years, I received a letter from Millie, my best friend in school. The letter was dated October 13th 2003 and there was a New Years card and a birthday card too. The birthday card was from last year and the New Year card was for 2004. Behind the card were the words, "Hey! Don’t forget to thank God that you received this, THIS Year!!" THANK GOD INDEED!! Two years ago, I had received three letters and two cards, all of them written the previous year. I had given up hope of ever hearing from her again. She is a doctor and Doctors are . . . err . . . the less I say about them, the better. I have nothing against them; it is just that I can't tolerate them. Millie had written to me because she was depressed and badly needed a shoulder to cry on. I guess that makes her my true friend because 'a friend in need is a friend indeed'. Her letter got me thinking; No, not about her but, about 'us'. There was a time when we were inseparable. We dressed alike, were always together, looked alike and the way we reacted to situations was similar too. We were 'the grown up kids'- bubbly, cheerful, naughty, always up to something, partners in all our 'crimes'. We shared everything, personal belongings, books (there was a time when we had most of our notes incomplete, everything that I had, she didn’t have and vice versa), everything. We had met in third grade and then, we were inseparable. It wasn’t as if we never disagreed on anything; we did. We fought all the time. Every morning after the morning assembly, when we came to class, we would fight on who would sit on the corner bench. If by chance, I won the toss, it was definite that we would be NOT talking the entire day. We would sit together for lunch on wall in the garden, back to back and not talk. I would pass half my lunch quietly on to her plate and she would d the same (even if we were waiting the same thing) and we would share our Pepsi or Coke yet, not talk or see in each others direction. At the end of the day, I would quietly say, "tomorrow you MAY sit in the corner" and she would say, "I don’t need your permission" and we would go home and ten minute after reaching she would call me to tell me of her 'adventure' on the way home! I came to India after 10th grade and after that we never fought. When we were in Jeddah, the Saudi Telecom benefited the most as we were on the phone all day and night. When I came to India, the postal service, benefited. She would send me albums containing pictures taken on every and each occasion and I would send her letters written in a notebook. Every person that comes in your life teaches you something new. Millie taught me to fight with life (to be really precise, she taught me to beat-up boys!). We learned to survive on our own, to win no matter what. Together we learned to compete; no not against each other but together against the world. She was the sports person, the Vice captain of the School, I was the vice president of the Student's Union here in India. We always compared notes, who we beat up, who hurt us, what we won, what we wanted from life. Life was so perfect at that time and then everything changed. She lost her father. Overnight her world came crashing down. Life had turned a corner, she was a med-student then and although I ached so much to be with her in her time of need, I couldn’t go. We both got busy with our lives, we stopped calling. I got busy, in the beginning, with my job as an Interior Designer and later with the graduation and the PG degree. She was busy with Medicine. Now after 9years when I was reading her letter, it made me wonder how much life has changed. Where has life taken us? She was the super confident, 'the-world-is-at-my-feet' person. Me, I was the 'what-am-I-gonna-do-with-my-life' person. Today, it is the totally opposite thing. I am so much at peace with my self and she has lost all hope of a future. What ever happened, how did we change so much? I wanted to call her up but couldn’t bring myself to. She hates cell phones and computers and stays as far away from them as possible. I asked her two years ago to send me an email. The answer she gave me shocked me. She said that she couldn’t find the 'Y' key on her keyboard! She wanted to learn to type at some 'institute' before she sent me an email! It's been three years and she still hasn’t found 'time'. I wonder if it is just me or is it everyone around, who come across such 'Doctors'. (shpellin Mishtakes an Greymatterical Mishtakes should be excused!!) |
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