A guitar was playing and we, all the classmates sang in chorus. The next year will only show where we will all will end up. Not all of us are going to be together. Some of them are joining colleges, some are going to hostels, some of their parents have taken transfers to go to distant lands. This is probably my last month with the guys I have spent seven hours of each day for the last seven years.
It was a beautiful song from the movie ‘3 Idiots’. The song has somehow ingrained in our mind, I think I will still remember this song as a part of my school days 25 years after. This song is something symbolic to us. We had last sung it in the last year’s Teacher’s Day Celebration. Today also the whole classed encircled the class guitarist and sung it. There were moments of fun- sudden entries of suspicious teachers where we all ran to our seats hiding all the shooting instruments that were being used to record the wonderful moment. Many half-lies were told to prove our innocence. After all, breaking oppresive rules is a part of the school life. Even Shri Krishna used to break rules many times!After the departure of the teacher, we again gathered together. Thus began a new song. With the new song, began the dance. With dance began the clapping and cheering, There was something in this moment that was special. it was fun, it was also heart touching. All these years we have spent joking, laughing, pulling each other’s legs, fighting and forgiving. All these years would soon end and then would begin a new phase of life whose anticipation feels me with both fear and excitement. The days of childhood and innocence would be lost. There would be always the rush of adrenalin.
So, when all these innocent years are soon to become bygones, this 15th Valentine’s Day of my life, I felt a kind of love for all my friends, rivals- all my classmates. After years of anticipating the future I look back at the hoards of memories that I have collected, that little pangs of jealousy and indulgences I have felt, all the moments I had taken pride in me. There was always these classmates beside me taking part in every situation, molding me into what I am today. Its funny that people around you whom you even may care about the least, shape your life in such a way. So today to all my classmates, even to whom I have talked only twice or thrice in my lifetime, I want to tell you that I love you all and will miss you all. Happy Valentine’s Day!
I have just be reading a blog featured on Freshly Pressed on the failures of the resolutions taken by the blogger in 2012.( A nice one.You may read it) But yrs are not only made for the resolutions you take on new year. Years are made for teaching,for learning, for creating, in short- living. And life is full of experiences. Every second,minute, hour, day brings surprises with lots of knowledge. This year 2012 has been very special for me not because I won the school Academic Prize or got double promotion at job or gulped down the food on my wedding but because I gained some precious knowledge which shall help me getting precious knowledge every year. Following is an experience I learned from which I learned the nature of true friendship.
This January I lay with a fracture in the hospital with no visitor to visit me in this dreadful town of either too busy or too lazy people. Then I saw Jyoti enter the ward. She is my friend. We met in class four and became best friends. Till class 10th we used to eat, play, talk and study together. I being the fat class topper and her being the thinnest girl with the lowest marks did get us fighting sometimes. We sat in a class not talking to each other for a period then one of us would poke the other. The poked person would turn away showing the back to other and when she gets another poke in the back, she joins in the poking fight. All got well again. After 10th we joined different schools and different colleges and then different jobs. The contact between us seized to be.
I thought Jyoti would have somehow heard about my fracture and run to my aid. I raised my hand with a welcoming smile. She came to my bed and then walked past it to next bed. She began talking to its occupant.I stared at her. The occupant of the next bed was to be released and she had come to fetch her.After some time the patient got into a wheel-chair and she began taking her home, when she turned around and saw me staring at her. she frowned at me and began to ask, ” Do I know………?” but didn’t complete. Her lips parted to show paan strewn teeth and she beamed at me.” Hey Tiasa, what happened? Didn’t expect to see you.” To this I replied with some sternness. Then she began to ask questions which I had to answer. And then a conversation started which went smoothly till her the patient gave a signal that they needed to go home. Jyoti came back again the next day and the day after next and the day after that ………. till I was finally released, my leg being mended.
Like any other friends meeting after a long time we shared our experienced which had not been shared before. Apparently she had scored a bit low marks and got into a polytechnic college. She had met her future life partner there whom she married after completing course. Her husband’s mother runs a NGO. She joined it and started helping others.Apparently the patient she had come to fetch was a person who benefited from the NGO . During this time she had taken up the habit of chewing pan which I did not like.
Her type of life is far away from that of mine. She lives in a place where I hate to come for only a short business trip. Her house is old fashioned though well maintained and furnished. She lives happily with her family and I live happily with my readers. She is engrossed in helping others while I remain engrossed with my writing.But still we understand more than anyone about each other.
A friendship once formed is not easy to break. A person once loved is not easy to forget. Though everything is forgotten in course of time, some bonds never die. God send me my best friend in time of need. Some may call it telepathy. I call it friendship. If there is a friendship let it be like this.
Merry Xmas! Be merry! Laugh so much that your throat pains the next day! Eat so much that your whole your stock of toilet paper ends the day after! Dance so much that you are carried about in a wheelchair the day after. Be merry! Merry Xmas!
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