My Friend

Yesterday my friend left for her destination. Though we will remain in touch with each other, but I guess that would be a different story altogether. She is going to start her new life. Last nine years with her are probably the best of my life. Being in school, we never gave a thought that we will see this day. Life then was so carefree, without any tensions and responsibilities to attend to. We used to talk for hours and hours about thousands of things that anyone would give hardly give a thought to. But we used to discuss them with great enthusiasm and concern as though they were the prime concerns of this world and we have to solve them before world gets destroyed.

She was all studious kinds unlike me. I was more interested in hitting the field for one practice or another. My prime concern was inter-school tournaments and hers was school exams and career. Being careless in class and sort of irregular, she used to take my classes, especially English. The subject I dreaded most, even today. We used to sit on the small wall at the cycle stand and she used to tutor me in Shakespeare and Wordsworth and our daily dose of discussions. By the time we finish to go home it was already two- three hours past. There were no cell phones and pagers to disturb us.

She used to tell me about her day and I mine. Since our daily activities hardly coincided, we had a lot to exchange. I still wonder that our warehouses were always full of thoughts and things to say to each other. On reaching home, we were found hanging on to phones. Our parents used to have hard time making us understand that phone bills are paid by them and us.

She joined the class in 11th. We didn’t like each other at the start. She thought me to arrogant and spoiled brat. And I thought her to be some studious girl who when talks to others, ask only about her doubts in the subjects. I still do not remember how we were introduced. Being in the same class it was easy but how we grew to be friends is a missing part of the puzzle.

Complexity n^n

Sometimes I feel that this world is so complex such that if you begin to understand one end. Then it is sure that your understanding is wrong. I sometimes doubt when people say that they understand the working of this world. I feel like challenging them and asking them what did they understand of this world.
It seems everyone has derived something or the other from the philosophy of the world. It will be injustice to criminals if we say their philosophy is wrong. They have their philosophy and we have ours. Nobody can challenge the other on this. I feel it is solely based on how the person is faring in this world.
One can think of the world as the one who has deprived him of everything. Well the other way is that the world is giving him opportunity to prove himself. We can see a connection between forming a notion of others and how a person is in his natural surrounding.