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Mr. Bay, You are not Rajni

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This post follows a situation in which I chose not to speak, though my heart pounded in an urge to do respond. Simply put, it was a lovely moron who questioned me on the ‘most important’ inconsequential thing (saying it was a question could be an injustice to the intimidating and ordering tone). The details of the situation, I cannot go even slither more deep. But, to satisfy myself and to get a good night’s sleep, I am having to do this; though I know this is not the ideal post to celebrate the second anniversary of my blog. What follows is an outburst of all love I had to express to this moron ever since I knew he was one. And one request before you read further: if you can, please avoid reading this post. If you can’t stop yourself, then read it and forget it! For the comfort of conversation, let me call this moron as ‘Bay’, the word whose little variant might actually fit the character.

Dear Bay, 

Thanks to the real estate restrictions, I am pleasedat hell to share the corner with you. No one except you could have had the uncontrollable need to throw in a towel to reserve that place. Come the first opportunity to leave that place, I am off from there, for such a place is reserved for your uncorking highness! If you ever want to spare a thought for why I think I cannot afford to share your corner–which I know for sure your highness shouldn’t bother to, and even if you did, I am sure your highness has the brains only to read the lines as published–here are some of my thoughts. Continue reading →

Meeting a long forgotten friend

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When we find people who we know in most unexpected places and times, it is usual to use lines like, ‘world is a small place’ or ‘life has surprise meetings in store always’. Those are very much true! However, what is more interesting is the recall of experiences associated with the ones we meet.

Today, after about eight months, I met a friend in one of those moments which could have easily gone missing in the speedy traffic and more speedy life. If it is true that the one who is a friend in need is a friend indeed, then he stands on top of that line of friends. However, like I already mentioned, speedy life made relationships blurred. If anyone who knows me has noticed, there is a pale mark under my chin, which was result of a bloody injury. I remember, I was playing cricket and in the game ran so hard that I overbalanced and fell flat on the ground, with my chin thrust into the rough sandy soil with few sharp pebbles. The next thing I knew was a deep cut, bleeding on to my shirt, a tiny part of the chin hanging, and a jaw that was agonizingly immovable. What followed after was more general than specific to the liking of any injured; people offering water to clean, turmeric to stop bleeding, and encouraging that it is not as serious as it seems. However, this friend was one who took me to the hospital, got the medicines, paid the consultation fee, and ensured that I safely reached home. I appreciate what other friends had done, but what this friend had done had gone a little beyond; strong enough to forge a relationship that is different at its core.

Meeting this long forgotten friend, there were two things I observed with myself. First, I felt guilty for not keeping in touch with them. It is indeed usual, for not just me but lots of us, to ignore relationships that are not instrumental in the short term. ‘If we don’t have a job with them now, then why bother them or take pains to call them‘, is the attitude. I do not know if it is appropriate or not, but certainly, the feeling of guilt remains. Second, I was different in interacting with him. My usual dominant speaking self was more subdued, may be even submissive, more a sign of respect and admiration than as a force pushing my back. Perhaps, that is an evidence to how our relationship is different from others.

I recalled the experiences I have associated with him. It felt refreshing!