Tuesday, November 15, 2016

BFF Fundas

All I can imagine while writing about my friend is, she reading it and laughing at every corny line that I attempt to write in the name of humour. It will get even worse if I try to write something sentimental because that will receive straight off ridicule.

You see, it is almost the duty of a friend to continue where a sibling leaves off. Except that you might be saved from a sibling by their absence in most circumstances but a friend tags along everywhere. So, in the knowledge that no humour or sentiment might work I will write about the "Jug" in my life as the relation stands to be.

So I met my "Jug" while I was still in school but this was not a childhood friendship. I was in the 9th grade and had moved to a new town. She didn't really like me because I was giving off a nerdy vibe and she was well, a regular kid. We didn't really think of speaking with each other till we entered college. It was some random incident that we realised we had so much in common.

I can not think of a better time to be friends with her. As it happened I needed to have some fun and she needed get some seriousness (jk)! For some people, their best of friendships is formed in their childhood. But for an awkward introvert like me, youth was a much better time to form friendships when I was more comfortable in my own skin.

Friendship at that age meant sharing ideas, music, books and crushes (just the stories, not the crush) or going out with more freedom. Sure childhood friendship has its charm, but friendship of youth has the advantage of maturity. It is a more active choice, in childhood you become friends with someone just because they are around. But when you are young, you choose a friend because you have a lot in common. It means less fights and more happiness. And it doesn’t mean it has no silliness, NO SIR! In fact, your college friends can put you in tighter spots than you have ever known. And it means watching Friends re-runs and pointing at each other and nodding at moments that resonate with your life.

Over the years, I have learnt a lot from my friend. And it is not through one single incident but through the myriad little mundane happenings. And also through the general big picture and I know my friend fits in both the frames. Mere bad times don't last, temporary hard feelings don't last, what does is the bond between good friends. Good friends can keep you very rooted without touching the vulnerable parts of your self-esteem.

Really it is hard to quantify or qualify the best of relationships. All I can say is that I am very glad to have my “Jug” in my life! Now I want to see how “Jug” from #DearZindagi scores compared to my Jug!

am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Dear Zindagi: Protect My Lifegiver

Dear Zindagi,

I think you are also called life. I don't know you. But I have been told I have been infused with you, the life, by my lifegiver.  While I was cosily embedded in my home here, I was told by someone called God that I should call her mother. Although I like the name lifegiver too.

God told me that I would know her well. And I know why. Sitting here in my home, it is called womb, I can hear her heart beating. Not even she has heard it. And it is this music that is the language between us.

It beats softly when she sings a lovely song and the rush of her affection reaches me along with her sweet voice. That is what helps me grow.

I remember, a few days ago, her heart beating wildly I was so afraid. Her voice turned coarse and loud. I think she was afraid of losing me. I know she thinks that she doesn't send me enough food. But more than her food I am growing on her love. That is what makes the little food she sends my way, sweet.

Dear Zindagi, please hold on to me so that my mother does not worry. I can feel the presence of food all morning but I know that she is the last one in the home to eat it.

Although she says she is happy I am a boy and not a girl like the last time so they won't take me away from her. What made my lifegiver give up, I wonder. I had imagined her to be the strongest person ever. Are there more stronger, less kinder people around her?

"What kind of a mother are you?" she says to some other person, "don't you even care for your grandson's life?" I don't know her, is she another lifegiver who is supposed to take care of my lifegiver? Is that how it works? If not, it should be. I am sure they can understand each other if they are doing the same thing.

What about the person they call father, he doesn't ever speak so I do not know how he fits into the system.

That is how I know, dear life, that you can make my mother happy till I get out into the world stronger. So that once I see my mother she would know for sure that she would have me with her, on her side always. Do not give up on me like you gave up on my sister. I hope my lifegiver becomes  strong too so she doesn't struggle so much. And make me stronger so I could take care of her. So stay with me, dear Zindagi, we have a long way to go!

“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda”

Friday, November 4, 2016

Dear Zindagi: An Open Letter

Dear Zindagi,

Well Hello! Hope you are doing fine! No, seriously I hope you are, seeing how you are running through me as my quintessential! :)

So while I write to you this letter I am also taking this opportunity to figure you out. Who are you? Are you the small passing moment? Are you all the atoms that make up my body? Or are you the huge, all-encompassing consciousness that passes through all living beings? What are your thoughts on you, this grand spectacle on the tiny blue speck in the universe? Are you some game a young teen plays on his simulator?

A bit too philosophical this may seem...

May be you are simply the beauty of all the complexity of living!

How does that song go again? "Zindagi kaisi hain paheli haye, kabhi ye hasaaye, kabhi ye rulaye?" Oh Life! You are such a puzzle! You make us laugh a moment and cry the next! A place where goodness and cruelty exists in the same chambers of the heart! That is right! Some puzzle you are, even to the ones who don't think too deeply!

Of course, I have spent a good time wondering about you. Heck! I even call my blog, "C'est La Vie" - This is Life - whatever form and shape it takes...

Well before I tire you out , here is someone putting it in better and wiser words,

Perhaps, I should thank you for the obvious gift, a healthy long life punctuated with the love of family and friends, a world that is changing for better, a world that has art, music and also libraries (Libraries!!! :)). And also for having the mind that is still kicking ass enough to appreciate it all!

Dear Zindagi, I love you, just as love is meant to be, with all your beauty and flaws, no alterations!  I knew that when the Mars mission didn't excite me, not because I was scared but I am too much in love with this life on earth. I don't want to give up on what I already have right here, right now. I didn't give up on you, when you threw the tantrum of tough times on me, didn't either take a leave when it seemed like you would never recover. I also love the mundane little details of getting up each day and going through the motions of life, as much as I love the moments lit up by inspiration. That is how much I love you.

But to follow the "If god exists, evil exists," logic, it is also impossible to think about you, without thinking about your nemesis, death. That is also a constant preoccupation. Like how it is our only inning? How it is a painful reminder that our time here is short? But instead of depressing me, it makes me appreciate you more, love more deeply, live a bit strongly.

Dear life, how could I sum you up when I know you are much more than a quote or a quip and the best of philosophers could not sum you up. And it is much better to live it up than ruminate over it until one day when you will have lived it well and you will say "What a life!"

So dear zindagi, now that I have written this love letter to you. What shall we do on our next date? Wanna catch up a movie, Dear Zindagi, it seems to be about you?

“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda”