of the raindrops-on-roses and whiskers-on-kittens variety that Julie Andrews so throatily garbled about.
On my way out of the house today, already running late for my first meeting, and with two kids to drop off at different points, I grabbed the first notebook that came handy. Y’know – just in case I needed to take notes at the meeting or doodle the lyrics of a Green Day song to kill the boredom. What? You thought bureaucrats ALWAYS had fun? Ok, there’s the odd margarita in there but tsk tsk, you poor misguided child.
I make it to the meeting on time and just when I open the book and am preparing to look busy and involved, a yellowed sheet of paper floats with casual elegance, straight into my lap. I open it and then spend the next couple of minutes not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Instead, I settle for mildly strangulated and feign interest as is expected of me.
It was a letter, a note, written by a very dear friend – one of the bunch of us engineers/ humanities graduates/seekers of good fortune who had moved collectively to Bombay after having laid our sleepy little town in Kerala to waste. It is fair to say we grew up together in the streets of that grand lady and stood by each other through all the upheavals and the magic in our lives at that point. If I recall correctly, (and if he’s reading, he gets to correct me!), this was written on the local train from Churchgate to Borivli as a farewell scribble a few days before I was to leave Indian shores.
Reading it now, I’m overwhelmed, I’m embarrassed, I’m moved and I’m all Get-a-grip-and-don’t-rush-to-mow-down-your-husband-and-ask-WELL-WHAT-HAVE-YOU-DONE-FOR-ME-LATELY? I’m also wondering how much we drunk prior to this. Whatever the answer to that is ( ALOT!), I know we laughed a lot. I will always remember laughing a lot with this bunch of boys-turning-into-men and feeling effortlessly like one of them. I don’t think I ever thanked them for taking such good care of me while never letting on that that was what they were doing.
So before I lose my nerve..
You taught me so many things.. here are but a few..
You taught me
that one could live on cheese toast
that one is never too tired for anything
that one can look and leap and still get fucked
that if you want something, you have to reach out and take it
that hard work and nothing but hard work pays off
that when things are taken for granted, generally no-one has understood whats happening
that waiting for you can be a real test of one’s patience
that I should listen to silence
that there is someone who is always worse than me at the stove
to stand when I had fallen
You taught me
that good guys don’t always get fucked
that there is more to life than getting laid
that bad things happen to even the best of us
that one man’s music is another’s poison
that no matter how much you give, it’s sometimes never enough
that memory can be convenient
that its okay to cry
that its okay to ask for help
that sending exe files to people with scrambled eggs for brains is a waste of time
that nobody is perfect
that one could have zero logical abilities and yet be proud of it
that there are many smart people who are technolgically inept 🙂
that flattery gets one places.
that hormones can screw one’s life and be a very powerful excuse (when do I get to use it?)
that I should never trust you with directions no matter how desperate I am
that I should never trust you when it comes to rating movies
that there are still many books I have to read
And that the most important thing in the world is sometimes the human touch.
Lets hope I learnt a few. You changed my life.