Blessed

I have a blessed life. In fact,many of us do. You might disagree (rather roll your eyes and say that I know nothing about your life, like I might have done had you made a similar remark) and quote examples to prove how unfortunate your life is. Your gym instructor told you that you are 16 kgs overweight. You scored just 45% in your finals and your parents might ground you for a month. You broke up with your girlfriend or boyfriend of long time and are miserable. Even worse you have a highly complicated love life which will take a couple of hours to explain convincingly to a second person. Or maybe there is nothing special in your life. Just regular, boring stuff. Tragic, eh? Or you might even question me calling my life blessed citing examples that my 'working' hours have increased to 18 hours a day what with the shopping and chopping and ironing and dusting and cooking and cleaning, things I hardly ever did before I married. 

And if I already know the things that might be making your life hell, how can I even call your life blessed? Or for that matter mine? Maybe because we aren't in an abusive relationship. Maybe because we weren't brutally assaulted and left to die at a tender age. Maybe because we didn't lose a loved one. 

Even though we all have hundreds of tensions which are making our life miserable, if we have even one person to listen to our problems, we are blessed. Even though we might not have the body we have always dreamt of having, we are blessed that all our organs and limbs work okay. Even though there might be reasons to be sad and depressed, if we smile even once in a day, we are blessed. Even though our life is not extraordinary, but even if we have one moment which is special and joyful, we are blessed. 

Life sucks! It does. (If you disagree, this post wasn't for you, sorry). But then we have a chance at it and people to share it with and reasons to laugh and enjoy and smile. And that is what makes it blessed. Just focus on the good moments. Despite the increased workload  at the end of the day I have someone to share my petty and not - so - petty problems with and someone to snuggle up to at night. I am blessed. 

:)

Drifting Away...

 Friends are the family we choose for ourselves. College was the golden era of my life. And my definition of this era isn't limited to endless gossiping, our 'chit' chats in lectures, the night stays, Momo's point, mindless discussions on everything under the sun sitting on the metro station platforms, bitching and more bitching, and uncountable such things. Though these things make my three years from 2007 to 2010 most memorable, what makes this time of my life is how life changed after it. Sitting on the worn out blue linoleum floor of the freezing studio, lounging on the blue frayed velvet couch, feasting on subsidised snacks in the canteen, along with making opinions about some important and many not - so - important things in life, I made friends who taught me the real meaning of the term friendship.

In those three years, life revolved around these handful of people. Sharing joy and sorrow, we forged a bond which was to last a lifetime. It wasn't during the final examinations or the farewell party. It was in the spring of 2010, on the last day of college, forgetting and forgiving all trivial differences and grudges, when we hugged and cried and wished each other well in life, that it finally began to sink in. Sitting opposite the building where we had sat till late in the night discussing movie scripts, assignments, politics, fashion, boys and the like, that the realisation dawned that this is where our journey together ends and we take separate ways. The following few days I chided myself for being unnecessarily dramatic. Technology has advanced ample to keep us in touch and still avoid the hefty bills! But silly me, the remaining balance in my cell phone should have been the last of my worries.

Two years after graduating, time and distance have begun to prove my smartphone useless for staying in touch. There is an option to text, chat and email apart from calling, but it is just that we have begun to run out of things to talk about. 'Real life' has changed the idealistic opinions I once sweared by and changed are the friends with whom I debated endlessly defending my stand on multiple issues. It was never intentional, this growing apart. But somehow, catching up with friends, laughing on old silly jokes, talking about us kept going down the priority list. Some people with whom I shared my deepest secrets and worries have just become a name on my BBM friend list. Friends who used to know what's going in my head just by looking at me have gone so far that when we talk on the phone after weeks, all we get to do is exchange formalities. No one is to blame. Time is always too less and distances too much. Work keeps us busy and there are things to keep us preoccupied in the free time. I hold no grudges against the friends with whom I shared Rs. 2 per piece samosa, class notes and my life story. I hope they don't either. I am glad we met and bonded.  I wish things had been different and efforts had been made to stay in touch. But then friendships which require efforts never go a long way. People meet and move apart. This gradual drifting away becomes prominent on days like today, when I sit with newer friends and hear them reminiscence about their friends and their golden era.
All friendships aren't bonds. Most are just beautiful pictures which bring a smile to our faces when we think about the memories they gave us. Those friendships which survive the growing distances and shrinking times are like a film shoot which never ends. Keep adding newer scenes to your film story and visit the memory albums often. They might have drifted away, but the memories we have with them are ours to keep.

:)