Lucky?

Friendship. There must be thousands of posts written about the subject and you’ve probably read a fair share of them. I know I have. I’ve even written a few posts myself. Why do I return to it then? Because when prompted to describe a time when someone or something gave me the strength to get up and move on, I can only think of events involving my friends. Sure, my family has always stood by me and offered me the best advice whenever I’ve needed it and I love them for it. But, I moved away from home when I began college. I was all of eighteen and when I didn’t have my Mama’s shoulder to cry on because she was physically in another city, it’s only because I had friends who filled that void that I survived.

I remember having contracted jaundice during the semester exams one year and I was not exactly willing to go to the hospital for a blood test (I can be a very fussy patient…preferring to just sleep till I feel better). My closest friend (to whom I have already dedicated a post which you can read here) looked after me the best she could, even feeding me when I agreed to eat while I was at the paying guest accommodation. When things became so bad and I had no choice but to be admitted, before my father could reach the hospital, she was there, helping me with my clothes and trying to make me comfortable. She showed up the next morning, before the final exam to check on me while I lay on my hospital bed hooked up to an I.V. drip! She even washed the dirty clothes I had left back in our room since I couldn’t go back there myself.

I remember going through a very rough patch personally a little later. It was shortly before I took the CA final exams for the first time and we were supposed to be attending classes regularly. Since I was crying all night and waking up with eyes so swollen I could barely see, I ended up missing a lot of those sessions. But, not only did she keep me abreast of what was happening, she actually kept me together. She would let me cry endlessly to her and on more than one occasion, I’ve seen her crying with me too.

I remember while I failed those dreaded CA final exams (which I had a feeling would happen since I had a lot on my mind), she had passed. She didn’t make me feel like the total loser I believed I was and instead just blamed it on bad luck. I know it must have been really hard, because she must have been dying to celebrate, but she waited till she thought I could handle it before she let the fireworks fly. When I flunked the second time (I am not that dull…but if you have written the CA final exams, you would know that sometimes it is just the most difficult thing to clear!), another one of my friends cried when he saw how distressed I was that I failed again.

9f441eaa571dd536e61a019382978708She is my family. But, I have other friends too…like the boy who cried with me. Those who have taken me out to have dinner with them everyday just to make sure that I always slept with a full tummy when I was alone. Friends who have come home to check on me during the office lunch break when I have fallen sick. I even have some friends who include me in their daily prayers at night!

I don’t generally consider myself lucky. I mean, I can’t remember the last time I won a prize when playing even something as silly as tambola at a party and even my palms are so lined that anyone with the slightest knowledge of palmistry has told me that I am going to have a very complicated life…so, no. I am probably not lucky in the conventional sense. But, I have the fortune of a small but simply wonderful group of friends and that probably makes me one of the luckiest people on the planet. It’s a good life. What more could I ask for?

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Written in response to in this together #together for housing.com. Their ideas seem to have tugged at my heartstrings and am sure if you check out their website, they will tug on yours too.

I’m blank because…

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I’m weird because…

I can eat yogurt for breakfast, lunch and dinner and even use it as a spread on bread if need be
I never have popcorn left for the second half of a movie no matter how big the tub
at a party I prefer spending time playing with the children than sitting with the grownups
I read and re-read books
I can’t imagine switching from paperbacks to e-books although the environmental advantages have occurred to me
I wake up in a cold sweat only when I have nightmares about cockroaches
I get sick when I go on a vegetarian diet
I am afraid of surfaces, like walls and ceilings, that aren’t smooth
I laugh when I’m afraid
I decided to get married to the husband after meeting him once and talking to him for less than half an hour!
my favourite kind of movie or book is one that can bring me to tears
I cannot sleep, even if it’s the hottest night of the year, without a blanket
I sometimes feel like the weighing machine is my biggest enemy
even though my cupboard is full, I never have anything to wear

I’m a bad friend because…

I suck at keeping in touch
I prefer to text/whatsapp than talk on the phone
I stop texting randomly…in the middle of conversations sometimes
I drop out of get-togethers at the last-minute
I don’t remember important information – like birthdays/anniversaries and someone usually has to remind me

I’m a good friend because…

I’m loyal…like true Leo loyal
I remember other important stuff… 😉
I’m a good Aunt Agony and keeper of secrets
the happiness and joy of my friends gives me a real high

I’m sad because…

I’ve still not got used to living so far away from home
I miss my little niece all the time 😦
I’ve got no willpower to stick to a fitness regime
I don’t read enough even though I have so much time on hand

I’m happy because…

I’m writing/blogging more
my little blog is not so little anymore
my article appeared on a forum which I don’t own!
I wrote a story that is going to be published!!
I married a man with a natural talent for music
I have friends who make me smile like everything is perfect in the world

I’m excited for…

this new beginning in Bahrain we were fortunate to get
the outcome of my first bread baking experience in my new kitchen!
the holidays around the world that are no longer just distant dreams
tomorrow…can’t wait for it to get here!

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This was one of the prompts that Corinne put up to help us post daily. I was a little hesitant to do it at first, because it seemed a little like an “About me” post. But then, as you can see, I went ahead and did it anyway. Thanks Little Miss Momma; was a brilliant idea!

UBC24: B is for Benevolence

Longer than you,
I’ve walked these lands
Since the continents were formed;
When grasslands turned to sand,
Before man donned his crown
And the world became
The way you know it;
Benevolence, is my name.

Then, I was worshiped.
My will, you did abide.
But some time since then,
You cast me aside.
My garments once dazzling
Pure, without rend
Were so, only when
Benevolence was your friend.

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With every cry
Of a widow of war,
With every young child
Who has parents no more,
With each young man
Lying crippled in bed,
Because of your weapons
The slaughter you led.
With every child
Whose innocence you’ve stolen
With every parent
You’ve left heart-broken.
You’ve rendered my garments,
Almost beyond repair
My face is scarred,
My body, now bare.

Perhaps that is why,
You don’t see me there…

I urge you to remember,
Before I fade away
I pray that you hear me,
That you revive me today.
Please clothe me once more,
In garments without rend
Let us walk together,
I’m Benevolence. Your old friend.

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Written for ABC Wednesday “B is for…” as well as the Ultimate Blog Challenge

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UBC12: Farewell Old Friend

My Dearest,

It’s been a while since we talked hasn’t it? About eight years maybe? Yes, I think it’s been about that long. How have you been? Has life been good to you? Since I could always tell you the truth, I’ve got to tell you I’ve seen better days than these….but, let’s not get into that now.

Friend, do you know that I never left? I’ve been right here all this while patiently waiting for you. But, I’ve waited in vain. You never came. Not once. Did you find someone better? Someone who made you happy? If you did, I hope it was worth casting me aside, not even popping in for an occasional visit when once we were inseparable. To say I was not angry would be a lie but slowly, the anger died and was replaced with disappointment and cruel acceptance. I realize that’s how life works. Friends fall apart. People move away and it was naive for me to think we would be together forever. Wasn’t it?

Dearest, didn’t we have a good run, while it lasted? The pictures we viewed together, the testimonials we wrote and the ones that people wrote for us and left us all warm inside? I have missed you as I want to believe you have missed me too. I wish we had more time. Perhaps I could have changed and you would have come back to me.

But, it’s too late now. Time has just about run out.

So, goodbye old friend. Perhaps we will meet again…in another time, another life.

Yours as ever,

3-notícia

 

 

 

 

 

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Written for Blogadda’s WOW – “What if Orkut was a person?” as well as for the Ultimate Blog Challenge

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