Story of a lost journalist

April 18, 2008

Musing on… friends I guess

Filed under: My Musing Moments — Cris @ 21:47
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Today I got an email from a friend about leaving the company I used to work for. I had no need to panic over it, cause we had already stopped being everyday-hangout friends months ago. But when you get farewell emails, one or 2 scenes always pass through your mind. And I was thinking of me and her playing bomb-the-city with a huge crowd once. The 2 of us got bombed a number of times but we resumed moving about in the crowd without anyone noticing us. We didn’t become winners of course but we simply laughed doing it. Another scene that crossed my mind was the 2 of us climbing stairs for lunch. One of us had to rebuke when the other wanted to use the lift. “Healthy afternoon exercise”, we used to call it and pant worse than dogs when we reach the top.

I don’t know why everyday, nothing-special-about-it moments should come to memory when you think like that. I couldn’t think of any sentimental touchy scenes, any tears, any secret confiding, any emotions, except, a few silly laughs over nothing.

That’s always the case I suppose. When one of my best friends left for US, the day we actually felt a strain was when I saw her off to a train – I knew I wouldn’t see her again before she flew off. I wasn’t feeling sad as I thought I will as we drove. The moments I felt a pang were, when all of us got into a car from her house. She looked back from the car saying something about hoping she didn’t forget anything. I felt there was more than that there. I went inside the train for a little and then came down. Emotions were in the air. But I don’t like using words to describe them. They are best left as emotions in the air. Maybe if I go back to the station and stood where I did that day and look at a bench or a tree I could feel the same things. The bench and the tree which saw and felt the whole thing, would still be there. And that’s something nice to think of, in a sad way.

I had no flashes of past scenes that day. I don’t know why. And if I will want to look back, I have no idea which scene will pop up from memory. Each time it’s something different and totally insignificant, devoid of any emotions or feelings. Now as I think, I could see her in her uniform in a pony tail, the way she looked in 9th grade, holding a tennis racket to her face, in broad daylight; totally plain, usual day with nothing special about it.

I have no clue when people feel these flashes of the past. I have no clue when people feel they are separating for a long time. I wonder if there is ever any one moment for it. A long time passes before one day, nothing in particular would remind you of someone, and when you realize you have completely lost that someone to time and space. It’s easy to get back to that person in a second mostly. But sometimes you just don’t. You feel happier worrying about a lost friendship than trying to seek it again. I don’t know if it’s silly saying that.

Well it seems most of the things I am talking about here are things I don’t know about. So why don’t I just do these musings in my mind and remain happy never knowing things!

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4 Comments »

  1. me backooooo

    Comment by justajester — April 19, 2008 @ 19:41 | Reply

  2. hi hi….

    i just loved reading this article kweeki…
    brought back pangs of nostalgia into my little mind.

    and the words of advice towards the end is just perfect! 🙂

    take care!

    Comment by bwo — April 21, 2008 @ 19:16 | Reply

  3. thanks guys 🙂

    Comment by Cris — April 27, 2008 @ 08:39 | Reply

  4. ‘one of my best friends left for US’ as far as my belif is concerned, Best is superlative degree. For me My Manu is the Best Friend of myself. I never let a see off situation happen. It is something more than myself to handle. but yet .. It happend last time when I returned to Dubai. My Manu… He took me to the air port.. we talked and talked..My eyes was full through out the talks. when it is about to commence its race through my cheeks, I will point to something far so I can wipe it off with out him seeing.

    We gave and took hugs before I entered the airport

    I wanted to cry out loud for more than one reason..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 14, 2012 @ 23:59 | Reply


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