Expectations

What are friends for? They are the family you have when you don’t have any. When you’re off, they would know, without you telling them, when you are happy they know and take you out to celebrate.  You choose them and let themselves into your lives. Not only sometimes, most of the times they know you better than what you know of yourself.  In friends it’s never my problem/ your problem it’s always our problem. One day without them would not be imaginable, it’s not the physical presence that is necessary, just the assurance that they will be there whenever you need them. Would come to help from the other side of world in your trouble, again not the presence is necessary, just few kind words would do.  And one day if they forget the most important day of the year for you, you become sad and feel lonely just because one of them has forgotten, while others are still there, but every single friend is important to you. Then don’t you have a right to be angry/sad? Are you then expecting too much? Where did all our thing go, then their problems become their problems and you become someone? Wouldn’t hell break over your head and the earth burn under your feet? And what was your fault, just the thing that you are expecting too much. Should you stop expecting from your friends too? Go become cynical and become walking dead? No expectations no disappointments; is life that simple?  

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Winter

Give me back my winter!

Winter has always been the best time of year for me. I’ve never liked summer, and if I could skip anytime in the year it would be summer. Though in school days summer holidays were awaited eagerly, but the enjoyment would last for first week only, then it would start to bore me. Long days with no playing in sunlight policy and hot nights without any power.

With winter comes lots of eating; Mum’s winter snacks, Dry fruits ladoos, gajar ka halwa, mutter pulaoo are to name few. Sitting in sunlight, sleeping with blankets, thinking ten times before touching water, breathing out from mouth to see the vapor, the wish of never coming out of bed, and lots of holidays! Yes, my skin would crack, but it is better than sunburns. No noise pollution of fans/ACs. Hot-water showers. Foggy mornings, peaceful afternoons, cool evenings and chilled nights. But all this was only till I was home, when I relocated to Hyderabad winter was taken from me; all those beautiful sweaters could never come out of closet. And in blessed IT industry I won’t get a day off in December let alone winter holidays. Obviously our US/UK clients have their festivals so we need to cover up the double tasks. I hope Pune will show some winter-mercy on me.

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Balloons

The last weekend in Hyderabad couldn’t be any better!

Saturday: Was like a normal Saturday, woke up early in the noon. The girls stuff was on, and one of us wanted to go to movie. Unluckily there were none good movies that weekend, but for crying out loud Mausam. I strongly refused to go to Mausam and we ended up with Force (Cry louder). After looking in two theaters for tickets, we could get in in cinemax. (Yes, want to inform me about online bookings, kill BookMyshow Hyderabad, it’s been down for months). So we lunched at KFC and started with Force. Every single stupid conversation (call it dialogue and you insult the term dialogue) in the movie was fired with my stupider comments and we three were only laughing in there. So, that was a refreshing comedy movie. After that we did some shopping. Of-course if girls go out and don’t shop it doesn’t count. So, a special Saturday went all normal.

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Sunday: It was planned with one of my other best friends, and I’d to shop some luggage as well. We completed all my work by 7.00 pm, and it was too early. Then he told he want me to buy a gift for myself, whatsoever was the reason I was not in a mood to shop, by the though in my mind that this will be my last time to be go around like this. And I couldn’t get myself any gift. Like all other times when we would fight forcing each other to buy gifts. Whenever we go out for dinner, it’s a ritual to go to cream stone. After dining in Chutny’s (yes, the one which has something to do with star Chiranjivi) for the first time, we reached our cream stone. The ice cream parlor I would miss most of Hyderabad, after chick biriyani. That has got so many memories attached to it that I can make a blog post on it too. We did not have any appetite left, but ice-cream can never be denied. We took our standard for him death by chocolate and mine mango with jelly toppings, damn they replaced mango with seasonal custard apple flavor. That is the last fruit on earth I would eat. So, anyways I took magic-pop. Sitting on the stairs outside the cream stone there was the balloon guy, holding four five dozens of red-white heart shaped balloons. My friend was blabbering and I was looking on those balloons all the time, now and then he would pluck the strings in a manner making balloons wave in beautiful patterns. No one bought a single balloon for half-an-hr. I told my friend, he told couples will buy them, I asked what do they do after buying them. He laughed out loud and told me they write their name on it and let it fly. Then I laughed out loud, for no knowing this stupid thing. All the while we chit-chat, my eyes were on balloons only, and I was thinking how hard his work is, standing so long and still there is no guarantee that he would be able to sell all of them. Some more time passed and few kids bought couple of balloons, that was a relief to me atlast. Whenever I go out and see people working so hard to make few bucks, I feel grateful to Allah that I’ve a decent job. Wooho… I drifted from the topic of post. So as my last Sunday was ending, while staring at balloons I was sure, I would miss a few good friends that I made here and the places I visited with them.