Friends in writing….

A friend who is simple yet special, ordinary yet extraordinary, plain yet beautiful is atleast the kind you want in your life.

I knew not how to polish my shoes, to make the knot of a tie, knew not of the bus fares, choost pants ( am still unsure if it spells that way),of love, of boys and of chatrooms. I had only stepped out of sixteen. I was too naive to be true. I thought harrasement was an act of help! Studies wasn’t going on great and everything in the “Outer world” shocked me from shaking hands with a male form of humans to having a MALE for a friend. I was young, confused, lonely, angry, friendless, loveless and lifeless and scribbling in my goddamn journal because I had no one to talk to!

Just then she opened the door and said , ” You’ve got mail” handing me the envelope.
I took it, and I could almost hear my heart beat in excitement. I closed the door and hurried to my table.I held the envelope in my hand, took my time and opened the first letter of my life. And never in my whatever years of existence did I ever feel so wanted than I did that evening. Never did I feel so loved, so cared for and so good on realizing that I mattered tosomeone in this wide wide world of familiar strangers……and that instant my defination of a friend changed…just changed for good for something as whacko as this ” A friend is someone whom you can write letters to”

The +2 days got over a long,long time ago but the passion to write letters hasn’t…There’s something inexplicable about writing to people the traditional way, the color of ball pens, the pages torn from the middle of your exercise book, the rush to complete your neverending guff, the yellow patch on the page which has an arrow pointing at it saying( hamile yesma achar khako!), the ever so familiar handwriting…with every letter you post you send a piece of yourself safely sealed from prying eyes to the ones you love…

Chats are a total nuisance( total wordplay), emails hold more truth because you take time ( but that can be either to fabricate a story or to explain your feelings word by word , yet its mechanical) but letters when you sit down to write one…its an emotional affair, straight from the heart on the paper……

Here are a few experts from the letters I have received…

( April 3,2006)

“It is a beggar’s pride that he is not a thief.” I am both if ‘beggar’ doesn’t only mean one who literally goes out for begging and if ‘thief’ doesn’t only mean one who takes things without asking. Now, what I beg and what I steal have nothing to do with what I am trying to do a the moment. And what I am trying to do has nothing to do with what I beg and what I steal…and the only thing I am confused ’bout is I don’t know what I am confused about.
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How well do I know you dear lady? And do I give a damn to it? I am a fool in both cases: if I do it or if I don’t do it. Do we know the stars? Do we know the flowers, the rains? We love them. We don’t go digging who they are. I don’t, and if anyone does he’s either a god or a beast: and fortunately or unfortunately I am none.

(Feb 12,2004), New Delhi
12:00am
Its 13th Feb now. The gals in my dorm are rushing here and there wishing each other Happy Kiss Day & I can see some sending a long distant flying kiss to their bfs. Ke garnu hamro ta one more V-day gone to waste. You all to must be having great plans for 14th rt? After all everyone has a m-fren now… Don’t forget to tell us all the details ok Ms Observer and Reporter. You know what, I was so glad to know that you and …. still don’t have bfs,
you know…I mean its not a big deal in having a m-fren but its nice to know that some old frens are still the same old ones that I know.

( Jan 19,2004), New Delhi
Sometimes the puff of air so slight blows away the castle of dreams one so lovingly built;tears flow nonstop, close your eyes once and think the hands that always wipe your tears are missing, those consoling words are mute and the laughter if you ever want to hear vanish along with the face, can you live all alone ? One may try how hard to be one’s own friend; but then pat you back for some good you’ve done do you feel the same? Had we the guts to live all alone. Why would God create the others for us, too many of questions? The options yours, yours the answer.

Hope none of them sound like love letters! For they are not, they are much more than that! I came across a wonderful saying yesterday: Friendship has a coolness to it. Love has heat. One moment you are happy, next you are sad. It changes in instants. So let your relation begin with love and culminate into frienship.

CHERISH LOVE, CHERISH FRIENDSHIP, COME CELEBRATE LIFE!
HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY EVERYONE!

N to all my school dudes: Roll no 1, 3, 8,12,13,14,15,18,21,22,24,26,29….Miss you….miss every moment spent with you…Love you loads
“Yaadein yaad aati hai,
Batein bhul jaatein hai,
Woh yaadein kisi dilo janamne chale jane ki baad aati hain “……..