Last week, I met Miss Majumder after 9 years. In fact, we hadn’t met each other since our last day in college. We were standing in the long que at Jadapur University’s main building to pay our fees.
So, when we met after almost a decade, I wasn’t sure how it would feel. But she walked into my house like she always had, and headed straight for my bedroom, like she always had.
It’s not that we were always in touch over the years. It’s not even that we talked very often. It’s just that over the years, we have both changed but we’ve somehow stayed the same. And we had nothing to prove to each other.
There is so much to see and do in Singa, but
Without anyone to drop in on a Friday evening, or call and say, ” I got off work early, what are you doing?” or to sit and talk till no one’s even listening.
Without the people who made life what it was, without friends united by a common dislike of the same people and things.
Without them, life in Singapore is like a party where no one came. The fun things to do, places to see, things to eat are all here. Just that no one else is.
I realised what I had been missing more than anything else since I moved to Singapore. When I was in Delhi, in the company of the awesome human beings I was lucky to know, I used to laugh a lot.
Not the smiling a bit broadly or hahaha kind of laughter. The kind that comes from your belly, like an uncontrollable spasm. The fall-down-holding-your-stomach-till-your-sides-hurt kind of laughter.
On Saturday night I laughed like that, in the company of some awesome humans. Long story short, best night so far on the island.
I am always surprised by people who move in big groups, constantly looking for things to do, places to go, drinks to drink.
I believe good friends don’t need to be in cool restaurants or trendy clubs, have the TV on or play loud music. All you need is a place to sit down and may be a cup of tea. You don’t even have to say much. Or, you can say a lot without worrying that you’re being judged about what you’re saying. You can listen or even tune out, without worrying that someone will think it’s rude.
Just lie around and bathe in the secure, warm feeling that you get when you are surrounded by people who love you.
After all, there’s more truth in what you feel than what actually happens.
OK, I guess as a result of all this speaking of the mind, some other people who I said nothing to and am actually quite fond of, are now behaving so oddly.
It appears the people who were being silly have gone and tattled to the world.
What is more silly is that the “world” has decided to take sides.
I am gobsmacked by this. It’s like 30 going on 3.
The thing about always speaking your mind is, people often reject/deny what you are saying, no matter how logical, because they are suddenly confronted with total honesty.
A few days ago, I spoke my mind after being poked and prodded on a very childish social issue.
It did not go down well at all. So, note to self: must not speak my mind in the future.