As Red as the bloodshed it has seen over the ages
As Pink as the quintessential indian bride
As Blue as the heart worn on the cricket field
As Yellow as the mustard fields
As Green as those fast disappearing forests we hug
As White as the clothes we wear today to take on others’ colors
Happy Holi to you. Love.
I have nothing to say if you don’t.
Deny me the pleasure of not knowing you.
I’ve always read you, but never enough.
Don’t draw the lines you can’t curve.
Let me be the silent spectator of your life.
Needing respite, I kept them suspended. Now, the thoughts keep coming back to me.
Source: Alas, Abeyance!
Definition of “friends” is interesting. Its also probably the least looked for. Everyone is so damn sure of what it means.
And here lies the beauty of the relationship. Everyone has their own personal definition of it, which most likely matches with at least one more’s. And that one is enough to give each of us the confidence to say that we know exactly what friends are all about.
The simple definition of “a person who you like and enjoy being with” is generic enough to include even the one you love to be part of it. And love being the complicated thing it is, has seeped into our definition of friendship to make sure that not many things overlap.
After all, how many friends do you ask “Do you love talking to me?” even if it is with the most platonic of intentions. And how many will simply smile back and say “I do”, turn and walk away.
In good times, friends are the ones who are compromised. Take the street dogs, you met everyday for the last year for example, before shifting to a new town/new job/new girl.
“one that is not hostile” – now here’s a definition that even a passer-by can associate with. Surprised that “one who wishes you well” is not included in it.
Friendship has to be related to luck. More the definitions that you accumulate, luckier you are.
I’ve had fewer friends than relationships. Friends are hard to come by. There is no good friend, because there never is a bad one.
My son wants to be an explorer. He’s not sure what it means. But eating raw animals is not included for sure. Traveling with a back-pack is. He also wants to be an F1 champ. And then a world famous footballer. Famous enough to buy us (separately) some super cool cars, essentially. And lately he was told by one of his cousins looking at some photos he had clicked on a tablet, that he’s already a photographer! Sure enough, the child’s mind was left with no opportunity but to put himself onto a slick pedestal. As a parent, my immediate thought was to tell him that he has to work to get there. Which I did.
But there are other similar situations which become tough to deal with. For example, he thinks that when he goes to watch a football match, Messi is sure to come and meet him as soon as I (oh yea, did i tell you i was supermom!?) will call him. He cannot fathom why Messi would not, after all – he wants to meet Messi. Pretty much the same works for Sachin Tendulkar, apparently the next time we visit Mumbai, Sachin is calling us over for lunch. I don’t have the heart to tell him that he should not think of himself as relevant to them. Or (behind their back) tell him that Messi and Sachin will not think of him as relevant. So in my words, they stay busy. Busy achieving. And he should continue to be relevant where he is considered to be so, for now, before launching himself to the hapless world!
As soon as reality pulls him in and he grows older, he will lose this sense of equality and measure himself according to other’s achievments. The time isn’t too far and until then I’d let his imagination and dreams give him happiness.
After all, a child’s dream subject to reality is an adult’s hallucination.
Son, your exams are around the corner. Pull up your socks and then gently roll them down over the holes.