Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A Lost Friend !

Songs have a euphoric quality to it at times. One such song of recent times is “Manasellam” from Kulir 100’. This song washed a wave of memories into my heart. About one particular friend, who kinda floated out of my life. Due to no fault of his, but my own, I pushed him away and when I did go back, he wasn’t there anymore(as a friend I mean…)

This song brought those memories back, and to the point of breaking down, I listened to this song easily like a hundred times in the span of three days. And it kept bringing up his face every time and it was like a guilt trip, that I was taking, which I did not like. I started to wonder how he was, where he was, what he was doing now etc… Even fears arose, whether something untoward had happened that I did not know of.

Sheer desperation you could call it, made me pick out the number, from my MEMORY (Yes ! memory…not even out of a diary… a memory alone) and message him. I did receive an extremely formal message where I should’ve realized my limits ended. Stupid as I am, the conversation extended, where I threw a guess to his whereabouts (which I think is unfortunately right), which brought the reply to a stand still. After a barrage of sorrys and explaining that I was not stalking him and it was a guess… The curt reply came asking me to not complicate things further and to have a nice life!

This person was my best friend from some time back and continues to be one of the best people I have ever met in my life. Till date, even though this last conversation went a little sour, I will cherish it for a lifetime.

In a way, this particular thing, taught me a bit about relationships, which is why I decided to share this extremely personal experience today. It taught me that things DO change, people included. However close they are, how much ever you love them, and how much ever you want the relationship to be the same, it is going to turn. It is easier for us to expect the turn and be ready for it, than shed tears about it later.

This is something you might have read in books about change and something that I teach people on a regular basis. But sometimes, things like this are brought home by incidents as minor as this as well but do have a profound impact.

Added later ---

In an interesting turn of events, this friend of mine calls me back a coupla weeks later and asks to meet him. Lunch it was. Somehow I felt jittery, the fear of the unknown. I did not know whether we'd be the same people we used to be and whether the warmth we shared would still be there. I walked in and sat down.

From the moment, I said hello till I said Goodbye that day, every moment will be another memory for the keeps. Not one moment did I feel like we had been apart all the years and I knew instantly, why I missed him so much. He explained how I shouldn't blame myself for what happened and the relationship that was once so beautiful, continues to stay alive with him as well. But we chose to remain the way we are now, for the good of his family and for our peace of mind. Ours was always an open relationship and it stays that way(in his own words..)

This post is a huge thank you...for that special friend, who will continue to take the same place in my heart, come what may. If you are reading this... Remember, you are the Best friend I ever had and it will always remain that way(the term reserved only to you).

Relationships once formed, just remain with you. Whether the person is with you or not, whether we are able to share our lives or not, our memories remain intertwined with each other and someday, somewhere, somehow it will give us the strength to go on, to remember that there is someone who still cares for us. No matter what.

A Series Of Unfortunate Events !

The recent trend of movies, possibly because of the multiplex problem has taken a very sorry state. An ardent fan of feature films, I am the kind that enjoys the good ones, to the crappy ones all the same. But there is also a limit to how much crappy I can take.

Four movies in a row, each competing with the other on the level of crappiness, I reached a point where I was just about to give up the habit.

It started with Ananda Thandavam. A story by Sujatha (one of my favorite film writers, though I have read his written works very sparsely), I expected some justice done to the story and I was sorely disappointed. Then came Sarvam. Extremely good looking Arya and Trisha are the only highlights. Good movies from the director of Sarvam(Vishnu Vardhan), led me to believe on this one. Again a huge disappointment. Then came Pasanga. All the rave reviews and people telling me the movie was good, I decided to bite the bullet one more time. Took my mom and my brother's mother-in-law, the only solace was that I had company during the three hour torture.

Finally I banked upon Hollywood (since I thought Kollywood had gone to the dogs) would do some justice to movies, I walked into to Watchmen, but Oh my God ! So bored was I in the movie, I could’ve killed myself.

Angels and Demons! I am an avid reader too and walked into this movie with much skepticism, but surprise of surprises, it did turn out to be pretty ok. After a string of extremely sad ones, this was a welcome relief…

For the good of the entire movie going population, I do hope that the people who make movies, actually consider whether it will kill people of boredom, before they actually release it.

Sucked !

Mercilessly crowded. That’s what I could say about this event I went to. I believe it is meant for you to be able to get anything you want to put together a home, right from carpets, to calendars, to wall hangings to bedspreads to even furniture and swings.

My mother is an enthusiast in this area and likes to go on shopping binges like this. To sate her interest, we ended up there in the worst timing that I could call it, last Sunday evening.

The place is a maze. The minute you step in, the only way you get out is to go through the whole thing, every single stall. Made the first mistake of buying a very beautiful (I considered it a smart choice, at that moment!) silk bedspread, which I later clobbered myself for, as it turned out to be a dead weight. I ended up lugging the heavy thing around, the whole time. And once I bought it and I decided I had enough, the problem was the escape route.

I wanted out, but there seemed to be none. I was reduced to the extent of telling people to bugger off so I could get myself out and some fresh air and much needed, WATER!!

Reminds me of the instance of mom and me getting stuck in between the wave of people that sweep into Tirupathi, for the darshan at the end and my mom getting almost choked to death. I swore to myself that I will never go to that place again.

As much as I enjoy shopping like this, I guess the best time would be on a weekday in the afternoon. Should probably take the day off, just for this… Sounds silly yes, but unfortunately, that is the case…

Don't try!

Something I read that has come to mean a lot to me when I look back and connect the dots now.  Trying. It has been my life’s lesson....