So many complications…so many problems… so many issues … things that could and should have been avoided.. that would have made life simpler and better…
Things that would have brought smiles into so many lives… Things that would bring us all together…instead of pushing us apart, one by one, away from each other…forever….
Does life always have to be this complicated… do all those moments we spent together have no meaning at all now? Are they just meant to be there , so far from our reach that we can never get em back? Are they just meant to be sighed on?
Those lovely moments when we were all together… Fighting, laughing, smiling, crying, hogging, cooking, cleaning and sharing our lives with small jokes, being there when anyone wanted, giving and taking hugs, going all the way to their places just to wish them good luck for their exams, only to find them sleeping away to glory, screaming on top of our voices, running after those five rupee orange candies, fighting for the last gulab jamun, going to the terrace to watch the city sleeping, capturing them in the blanket and hitting them, getting drenched in the rains, jumping in the rain puddles, those pillow fights, the studies in the corridor lights, the cramming sessions before the exams, the not so nonviolent and clean holis, the bun butter jam sessions, the chats, the group picnics, the treats with all of us turning up as much behenji-ish as we could, the I don’t care attitudes, the fights in the hostels, entering hostel with balloons in our hands and telling the watchman that we had come from the hospital!, the devilish food sessions when someone was back from home, infinite eating and still not putting up any weight, breaking locks for chocolates in exchange, teasing each other with just about anyone, the bawling sessions when we realized that college was about to end, the birthday bumps, the who can steal the most cake times, the “don’t worry I am there” look, the cribbing about colleges, the crying over not attempting unseen sections in the exams, the running to book depots to get books we realized we din have just a day before the exams, the temple visits after the exams, collecting coins from all pockets to buy tea sometimes, waiting for the phone calls in the hostel and running out at each call to see if it was for us, hostel and college gossips, cribbing about the professors, missing family and home food, those crazy photo sessions, cribbing about the hostel wardens, putting up proxies at the stupid attendance at the hostel, going to the snake park and sitting there, spending our lives together, so much like a family, we were a family…
They say, friends are the families we choose for ourselves, then why is it that we cant hold onto this family the way we do for our birth family…Why cant we NOT let go of these precious relations? Why do they have to be the way they are now…
They are not meant to be thought of and cried,
they are meant to be enjoyed…
Why is life as complicated as it is…why?
Welcome chotu. I had initial thought that there would be only your paintings and matchless versatile collections of PJs in your blog... but you got writing talent too :)... These are really beautiful thoughts, make us realize that we had a wonderful past... Wish you even better future... Keep smiling :)
ReplyDeleteCollege days revisited and even decades after I feel we are still the same as were in those days just with more responsibilities and worries 😊
ReplyDeleteYou are an awesome writer Poo!