. F*R*I*E*N*D*S
We cannot choose our parents but we can choose our friends. How true! Right from the time we come into this world, till we depart, we reach out for an understanding touch, a comfortable presence and a comforting shoulder to rest our worries on.
I have been blessed with few but very precious and true friends. I am friendly to a lot of people, but there are only a handful whom I can truly say know the real ME. Have you noticed how true friends bring out the best and the worst in you? We are so polite and civil to the whole world, but speak nothing but the naked, cruel truth to our friends, without even an effort at disguising it. Remember how you bluntly told your close friend how horrid she looked in that purple dress which the whole world and its cousin praised to the sky while suppressing their giggles? Or how you stubbornly refused to believe that your best friend tore your imported doll’s dress even when everyone else swore on their mothers that they saw her do it and how gratified you felt when one other girl of the gang confessed to that crime on her wedding day and asked for your forgiveness?
Why is it that we chat for hours with our office colleagues, whom we meet everyday, but do not go beyond the normal servant shortage, husband bashing, boss abusing, best bargains and the atrocities of the Municipal Corp?
How is it that we suddenly run into an old friend, whom we have not seen or heard from for ages and that “just a cup of coffee” turns into an outpouring of our deep and dark secrets and unashamed display of feelings? It is as if we were always in touch. Is it because somewhere we are connected and our destinies entwined?
The true test of friendship is sharing your dirtiest fantasy and your darkest secret with your friend but still continue to feel the same level of comfort and the same feeling of “coming home”. The world would indeed be a poor place if it was not for our friends, wouldn’t it?
I have some real true friends with whom I have had some bitter fights and many cherished memories. This is an ode to all of them, wherever they all are.
3 comments:
I love the pick-it-up-where-you-left-it kind of friendships wherein you don't bother about staying in touch regularly, or calling up on b'days (the latter, particularly, is a painful obligation, a chore). People often say true friendship is like old wine... gets better as the years roll on...is chilled (sans formalities), and yet gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling! Here's to old friends *clink*
Fusion of Realistic Individuals Ensuring Naturally Developed Souls........ like yours and your friends.
Have a great day
@ anonymous
What a poetic ans very well thought of comment ! Touched my heart.... Looking forward to many more such gems of wisdom.
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