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Friends worth Millions

21 Oct

I read this somewhere…

You only need two close friends in which you can trust and dedicate yourself to. Having too many friends can lead to depression and stress.

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So here’s a picture of my two “close” friends with the moms.  I’m not friends with the moms because (and apparently) “Having too many friends can lead to depression and stress.”  However, these two friends are worth more than Millions so to speak or at least for the “time being”!

via Daily Prompt: Millions

Daily Prompt: Candle

14 Oct

Last month, I went through some of my old stuff.  It wasn’t voluntary but something my mom asked me to do.  She wanted to clear some space and some of my “old” boxes were apparently occupying some “space”.  My first reaction, just throw em away…  Somehow, something changed – killer curiosity crawled in – and there I was sneezing out the dust, fanning away more dust.

As I began the archaeological job, I discovered or rather re-discovered things that I am compelled to categorise as below.

Category 1:  What Was I Thinking

I found “love letters” from old flames.  Ewww!  Why had I not burnt them already?  I found folded-around-the-edge cards, cards that said “good luck”, “congratulations”, “happy birthday”, “bottoms up” and what not, cards from my family, cards from my “old flames”, cards from people.  [Latest update: they are now ash that have vanished into thin air PHEW]

Category 2:  Thank God These are Still Here

I found my old Hello Kitty jewelry box and in it, among boring jewelry trinkets, a bracelet and a necklace – both long forgotten gifts.  I found my very old but still working hair dryer (that I had won at some fair).

Category 3: Books

I found books, books I thought I had lost for good.  Books by Murakami, Ian McEwan, Maugham, Harper Lee, and even Erich Segal’s Love Story, to name a few.

Category 4: Paper Notebooks

A whole heap of UNUSED, UNWRITTEN, UNUSED fresh notebooks.  What were they doing there?  And what do I do with them now??  Do people even write on those things anymore???

Category 5:  What Were They Thinking

This box said “gifts”.  So there was a pen-stand (with yachts floating in the water) that hardly fit two pens.  There were some fancy photo-frames (I am Chandler from Friends when it comes to photos, so photo-frames for me is always one TOOOOO many).  Then there was this cute what-looked-like-a-small-pink-china-bowl Candle and may I add without a wick!!

via Daily Prompt: Candle

Bad Days: Revisited

22 Jan

When things went bad, it really did. I’m just revisiting the time between mid December 2012 to mid January 2013 – I am doing this because:

  1. firstly, I need to know if I was really down in the dumps or was my mind playing dirty filthy tricks
  2. secondly, I need a closure if I need to start afresh.
  3. lastly, I do not want to go down the lane ever again.

So what happened?

A friend called to inform me she’d be coming over for a week. I was glad to have a friend around – after all it was the festive season and so on and so forth. Next thing I know, she here with her fiance. Next to the next thing I know, her fiance is here with his mother. They all wanted a “change of scene”.

Now, although I do live by a lake – it, in no way, means I am filthy rich. Luckily, I had the house for myself – my roommate having gone away to enjoy her holidays. I gave up my room for the mother out of respect, of course. Then, we pitched 2 tents – one for the couple in love and one for me.

  • I was homeless. I didn’t have the warmth of my bed and I lost the undisputed remote control over my TV.

They arrived on 26th and I was having a good time, sans my room, sans my TV, sans my bed – but a good time, I was having. I didn’t want the festive season to be anything other than a good time.

To make up for the missed Christmas gala, we decided to make a campfire and have a good dinner. It was then that my friend told me 27th being her fiance’s birthday, that we stay up till midnight. Once the clock struck 12, we sang the “birthday” jingle and we decided to call it a night around 1 am. By then, the fiance was drunk, totally pissed. When we finally parted ways, I heard him call out my name. Once in my tent, just when I was tucking myself in my phone rang. It was the fiance. He had called to see if I was okay.

  • From the very next day, the couple started fighting/ arguing about things. There was a strange tension between them.

That night, my friend slept in my tent. Their rows were ear-sore. The next night, she came to my tent again and then I sent her back because I needed some space desperately.

  • I wished they’d leave. I didn’t want them to stay through to January. I didn’t want them around.

That night, there was no yelling around and so both of them came to my tent. I got into talking – about how it’s sometimes awfully awful to be living the way I am. The fiance was listening – very sympathetic and very responsive – he was saying all the things I wanted to hear. Encouraged, I kept at it. Then, out of the blue, my friend intervened.

  • She pointed out to me, my flaws – I didn’t know I had so many of them. Everything that went wrong was my doing

I put up a brave face and nodded my way into the end of her advice. We called it a night just after midnight. Once, they were gone I cried. I wish I could write why I cried but I am not that brave.

Next morning, she asked us [the fiance and I] to go shopping as she just wanted to sit back and relax. I badly wanted time alone [especially after what had happened last night] so I walked out while the fiance was having breakfast. She came running to me asking to wait up for him. I said I’d rather go alone.

  • “Is there something going on between you two?” she shouted. 

WTF. WTF. I walked out, I didn’t want to be around them – not for another second.

Once I came back, I went straight to my tent. That night the fiance made some soup and my friend called me to join them for dinner. Ha!!

I didn’t speak to them until they left on the 2nd.

Post their departure:

I couldn’t figure out where, when how and why things could have gone this way. The damage had been done and I didn’t know my way back. Time being the biggest healer, the normalcy slowly crept back in – slowly but surely – although I was still hurting.

Then one friend presented me a bamboo ashtray that he had made himself. Sweet!! I know and I also knew the positive was flowing in.

The day I came back to blog and while I typed the first letters, my fingers froze. Then the messages from the Lunatic, NICOLITE, Koji San – I finally saw the light at the end of that dark, filthy tunnel.

The next day i.e. Jan 14, I dismantled my tent and moved back into my room.

  1. I need to know if I was really down in the dumps or was my mind playing dirty filthy tricks – I was down in the dumps and it wasn’t my mind playing dirty filthy tricks. 
  2. secondly, I need a closure if I need to start afresh. Check. Closure needed, closure delivered.
  3. lastly, I do not want to go down the lane ever again. Never say never. I may go down that lane again but I’ll react better, I swear.

Friends, frenemies, enemies – Come who may, I will see the silver lining until my dying day….

A Friend

19 Sep

Friends

You are –
Sugar in one hand
Lime in the other
Sweet/ sour
You are the lemonade.
You are –
Blister in one hand
Cure in the other
Pleasure/ pain
You are the band-aid.
You are –
Metal in one hand
Reggae in the other
Thrash/ trash
You are the ensemble.
You are –
Rolling stone in one hand
Mountain in the other
Moss/ mess
You are the rubble.
You are –
Uncertain in one hand
Sure like hell in the other
One way/ U-turn
You are the dead-end.
You are –
Devil in one hand
Divine in the other
Good/ evil
You are the friend.

Dry My Tears

10 Aug

Last evening, I was sitting in a small cafe fighting valiantly against ‘writer’s block’ – fruitlessly. A little later, a mom and a son came and sat in a table nearby. The child was chatty (which one isn’t) and I loved the meaningless questions coming out from his innocent lips (too poetic?? O well). After about 10 minutes or so, a car parked in front and out rushed 3 slightly on the heavier side and  don’t-mess-with-us looking ladies. Obviously, I looked away.

To my horror, they joined the mom and the son. It was amazing to realise how sweet the ladies turned out to be. The heftiest took the child away and was busy playing with him. It was unbelievable for me who’d done the mistake of judging a book by its cover. A closer look and I saw that the mom was in tears. The two ladies flanked the mom and didn’t leave her side.

The scene  was so touching. Neither the ladies nor the mom exchanged many words but there were nods in between. It looked as if the sobs were being approved.  It was as if they were having a telepathic conversation – obscure, maybe, to a cynic single girl like me. The only time I heard the “ladies” was when the child would join them and ask something.

It struck me then, I am living a single life by choice. And by single, I mean I’ve burnt all bridges when it comes to family and relatives. I have a handful of friends and that too only because they don’t know how to take “NO”  for an answer. I don’t know what had befallen the “mom” but I wonder if anything were to happen to me, will I have 3 heftier-than-thou friends flanking me, supporting me more with gestures than words? OR will I be crying alone flanked by the four ever-understanding ever-quiet walls? [Questions]

[Answers—> time will tell]

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