On friendship!
Beginning.
He didn't really mean it or did he? That his friends were to react in a
not so familiar culture. That in no time, Sharad was to be taken as a
soft target. The strangest thing to configure was the fact that in
friendship, friends were to be taken as targets. What was it, the bond
to be called quite definitely? Did friendship have to mean, picking and
choosing or taking sides, given it wasn't for teasing but offending
someone, who really believed in the bond of friendship. What if
friendship was meant to be one sided. Was there any room for such bond
to prolong, devoid of any fake promises. The promises that were inborn
to be broken finally when the tough time came or when there was time to
take a stand for a friend. What did this word mean and from where did it
originate? It was something to think about and ponder about gravely.
With an intent to understand life and it's tendencies. To tell
ourselves, what did our friendship with a person have to really mean.
Sharad got back, he was made to feel as if he were the culprit. Was he or was he not. Who was to decide this? Whether his company of friends who created all trouble for him, or he himself, caught for something he didn't himself know about. Sharad had booked cinema tickets on his birthday for his other group of friends and had told his classmates, also his friends; that he would give them a party in the upcoming week. They were offended! Well, was it really a reason enough to take it in that way. It was a question, unanswered! It was what he didn't understand, what was it to mean. Very strange, he thought once again. Was it important to turn up in this way? "They were frightened as soon as I presented my plan to my dear classmates. As if they had been ridiculed by this noble idea." He wondered by himself.
Shrinath accused Sharad that he didn't care about their group but was more interested in celebrating his birthday with his special people. Sharad had nothing to say, than utter an apology. When this didn't suffice, he told them in clean words, "See, I had promised my friends that I would celebrate my birthday with them. With you guys, I'm more than happy to be, but I wanna give you a special party. All of us will feel celebrated in this way. Isn't it?"
Sharad was rude but so were his friends. He had felt really bad so he couldn't control his feelings. It was quite unbearable for them to take the fact that their party was being delayed.
Sharad apologized for his conduct, whereas, he felt that he need not justify anything anymore. It wasn't his fault that he gave more importance to his promise. Friendship wasn't rather meant to be differentiated between old and new friends. If it was to be differed, then the basis of such difference was to rely on the impression of the memories lived between the friends. Time wasn't the only chariot that took this unique bond to the roads of trust and love. It was friendship, even if it meant to be for a day; when the thoughts exchanged between the two unknown people, made an impression that it was to be lifelong or sustaining. Friendship gave a person a chance to understand what life was all about. It was about influencing the person who came to us, with his/her dreams and imaginations. The way of seeing life is different with everyone. This difference again lied in the experiences lived and augmented in one's lifeline.
The next day, being a Sunday; also his birthday. Sharad met his childhood friends in the R3M mall, and then they led to Royal Cinema's and watched a film by Charles Edwin, named "The front road". For a long time, he kept on thinking what really was behind the title of the film. This very illusion, led the young boy and his friends alike, who were too much interested into knowing what would come up as the film moved ahead, and the characters played with the progression of the plot. They laughed, they screamed, and passed bites of their reviews time and again. The film by Charles Edwin was expressive. Thus ornamental with the very curves and lineages of variant thoughtful varieties. Thoughtful varieties included the artistic diaspora including the creativity of the actors and along that cinematic upbringing, with the excellence of camera movement to the creativity of the imaginations. It was enigmatic and magical, the manner, dreams were formulated into the motion picture. The viewers could make the most of it, if they let themselves fully dictated to the film. But, if not; then the film could get the tag of being a bore and a waste of time. Truly, the art was greatest to it's lover whereas to a layman, it was just moving places and people. There were dreams leading to calligraphy, thoughts leading to understanding. It was more confusing as one showed interest in making the meaning of the screenplay, but as soon as the film moved and it's end came even closer, there were speculations, there were self made strategies, wishes to make meaning of a character. There was a director in the friends, everyone framing their own story, but moreover it was 'thought' that embarked. Thought that combined the film audience to be patient enough and watch what was in the offering, that too; together in one place, in the cinema hall. To add to their vows when the film wasn't coming in lines with the speculations, came another dialogue, yet another voice. "Life was a dream." Scene closed.
The boys and girls moved out of the cinema hall. Boys were speechless and girls had nothing else to say, than the exclamation; "O.M.G, it was one of the best films ever seen." The birthday celebration went ahead with friendly talks, doing the rounds. It included the discussion about the film,"The front road", which was a story of a handicapped man who made it his very style to live life to the fullest. In his loneliness, he found his friend, in his silence, he felt as if life was a struggle and nothing was lost ever, even with defeats. There was a lot to dream, a lot to see, a lot to feel. Life wasn't a loser, it was a winner. It was meant to be so.
Sharad wondered, how the man in the film was happy enjoying the sunlight and working to live his life not by anyone's pity but his own efforts. How he became a shoeshine boy and later sold fruits and nuts outside his hut, selecting them from the nearby fields and paying the farmers their due. Seldom the same man helped the farmers in times of their harvest and prayed to them, not to bend for his condition, even when he was a little boy. He called himself rich and so was he. It's your thinking that makes a difference, not the competition. Life wasn't a competition, it was to glance at life and there was a need; he felt, to keep a check over what went wrong and what was not required in our actions in the day to day life. It was about loving itself, for it came just once with all the bloom and falls; the best part was, it still existed with emotions to feel good or bad about, until the breath remained, life existed.
The boy enjoyed his day with friends and walked back home bidding bye's to them, who meant a lot to him and had played a greater role in his life. The best part in friendship was when it influenced a person. It was flawless, it was an exciting day and so was the time spent with them. He got back with nice memories to keep and share with the same people who created them, whenever they were to see one another. A person lived life and went ahead with sadness, grief and peace at last. It was a journey, a self motivating journey to call; that gave wings to fly to a person at times, only to cut them when the person fell. It was this simple. To not only expect parties when people were to offer you or remember you, but make every moment as much important that when you saw the moments back, life was a bloom and not a shade. That you take with you the warmth of the flowers when they grow, and when one day our lives would be drawing towards their destiny, still there would be the warmth and energy of the gone by days, the bloom as it's said. In many ways, our life can be like the flower too. The positive side is that we live long, and for the flowers is that they live every moment to the fullest.
Sharad slept that night in peace. Telling his classmates the next day that he was planning to take them to the park that was near their college and it was to be a picnic kind of a get together. In doing this, he wanted to show them what being free was, to feel every moment and being happy that it had happened. Friendship was never to be tested but felt. There had to be a realization in every person in the friend circle, regarding what was friendship all about and what was expected out of this bond of togetherness and kindness. Sharad was searching for that very feeling, that very blessing of friendship. He was proud of his day that he had got an awakening to sense in his life. Fair enough! Closure.
Sharad got back, he was made to feel as if he were the culprit. Was he or was he not. Who was to decide this? Whether his company of friends who created all trouble for him, or he himself, caught for something he didn't himself know about. Sharad had booked cinema tickets on his birthday for his other group of friends and had told his classmates, also his friends; that he would give them a party in the upcoming week. They were offended! Well, was it really a reason enough to take it in that way. It was a question, unanswered! It was what he didn't understand, what was it to mean. Very strange, he thought once again. Was it important to turn up in this way? "They were frightened as soon as I presented my plan to my dear classmates. As if they had been ridiculed by this noble idea." He wondered by himself.
Shrinath accused Sharad that he didn't care about their group but was more interested in celebrating his birthday with his special people. Sharad had nothing to say, than utter an apology. When this didn't suffice, he told them in clean words, "See, I had promised my friends that I would celebrate my birthday with them. With you guys, I'm more than happy to be, but I wanna give you a special party. All of us will feel celebrated in this way. Isn't it?"
Sharad was rude but so were his friends. He had felt really bad so he couldn't control his feelings. It was quite unbearable for them to take the fact that their party was being delayed.
Sharad apologized for his conduct, whereas, he felt that he need not justify anything anymore. It wasn't his fault that he gave more importance to his promise. Friendship wasn't rather meant to be differentiated between old and new friends. If it was to be differed, then the basis of such difference was to rely on the impression of the memories lived between the friends. Time wasn't the only chariot that took this unique bond to the roads of trust and love. It was friendship, even if it meant to be for a day; when the thoughts exchanged between the two unknown people, made an impression that it was to be lifelong or sustaining. Friendship gave a person a chance to understand what life was all about. It was about influencing the person who came to us, with his/her dreams and imaginations. The way of seeing life is different with everyone. This difference again lied in the experiences lived and augmented in one's lifeline.
The next day, being a Sunday; also his birthday. Sharad met his childhood friends in the R3M mall, and then they led to Royal Cinema's and watched a film by Charles Edwin, named "The front road". For a long time, he kept on thinking what really was behind the title of the film. This very illusion, led the young boy and his friends alike, who were too much interested into knowing what would come up as the film moved ahead, and the characters played with the progression of the plot. They laughed, they screamed, and passed bites of their reviews time and again. The film by Charles Edwin was expressive. Thus ornamental with the very curves and lineages of variant thoughtful varieties. Thoughtful varieties included the artistic diaspora including the creativity of the actors and along that cinematic upbringing, with the excellence of camera movement to the creativity of the imaginations. It was enigmatic and magical, the manner, dreams were formulated into the motion picture. The viewers could make the most of it, if they let themselves fully dictated to the film. But, if not; then the film could get the tag of being a bore and a waste of time. Truly, the art was greatest to it's lover whereas to a layman, it was just moving places and people. There were dreams leading to calligraphy, thoughts leading to understanding. It was more confusing as one showed interest in making the meaning of the screenplay, but as soon as the film moved and it's end came even closer, there were speculations, there were self made strategies, wishes to make meaning of a character. There was a director in the friends, everyone framing their own story, but moreover it was 'thought' that embarked. Thought that combined the film audience to be patient enough and watch what was in the offering, that too; together in one place, in the cinema hall. To add to their vows when the film wasn't coming in lines with the speculations, came another dialogue, yet another voice. "Life was a dream." Scene closed.
The boys and girls moved out of the cinema hall. Boys were speechless and girls had nothing else to say, than the exclamation; "O.M.G, it was one of the best films ever seen." The birthday celebration went ahead with friendly talks, doing the rounds. It included the discussion about the film,"The front road", which was a story of a handicapped man who made it his very style to live life to the fullest. In his loneliness, he found his friend, in his silence, he felt as if life was a struggle and nothing was lost ever, even with defeats. There was a lot to dream, a lot to see, a lot to feel. Life wasn't a loser, it was a winner. It was meant to be so.
Sharad wondered, how the man in the film was happy enjoying the sunlight and working to live his life not by anyone's pity but his own efforts. How he became a shoeshine boy and later sold fruits and nuts outside his hut, selecting them from the nearby fields and paying the farmers their due. Seldom the same man helped the farmers in times of their harvest and prayed to them, not to bend for his condition, even when he was a little boy. He called himself rich and so was he. It's your thinking that makes a difference, not the competition. Life wasn't a competition, it was to glance at life and there was a need; he felt, to keep a check over what went wrong and what was not required in our actions in the day to day life. It was about loving itself, for it came just once with all the bloom and falls; the best part was, it still existed with emotions to feel good or bad about, until the breath remained, life existed.
The boy enjoyed his day with friends and walked back home bidding bye's to them, who meant a lot to him and had played a greater role in his life. The best part in friendship was when it influenced a person. It was flawless, it was an exciting day and so was the time spent with them. He got back with nice memories to keep and share with the same people who created them, whenever they were to see one another. A person lived life and went ahead with sadness, grief and peace at last. It was a journey, a self motivating journey to call; that gave wings to fly to a person at times, only to cut them when the person fell. It was this simple. To not only expect parties when people were to offer you or remember you, but make every moment as much important that when you saw the moments back, life was a bloom and not a shade. That you take with you the warmth of the flowers when they grow, and when one day our lives would be drawing towards their destiny, still there would be the warmth and energy of the gone by days, the bloom as it's said. In many ways, our life can be like the flower too. The positive side is that we live long, and for the flowers is that they live every moment to the fullest.
Sharad slept that night in peace. Telling his classmates the next day that he was planning to take them to the park that was near their college and it was to be a picnic kind of a get together. In doing this, he wanted to show them what being free was, to feel every moment and being happy that it had happened. Friendship was never to be tested but felt. There had to be a realization in every person in the friend circle, regarding what was friendship all about and what was expected out of this bond of togetherness and kindness. Sharad was searching for that very feeling, that very blessing of friendship. He was proud of his day that he had got an awakening to sense in his life. Fair enough! Closure.
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