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Am a contradiction of sorts. i love going out and having a good time with friends, and i can also stay home chill out over a book or a movie.. Am very passionate about writing, so give me a topic and watch me float away into wonderland... I Am crazy about music,books,friends and my doggie... :)

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Stark Contrasts

The past few weeks, i've been meeting friends morning noon and evening... College friends, Ex colleagues, and friends i know via Social networking websites.. 

Each one has a story to tell, experiences to share and it dawned on me how similar we all are and yet, how different our lives are. Most of my married friends spoke about how life was just going by, they were busy with work, children , husband and all the others in between...  

During one such meet, we were 3 college mates sitting at Cafe Coffee Day, Ispahani Center reminiscing our college days and catching up on all that had happened since the last time we had met/spoken to.

There was N, RR and moi... I had been in touch with both of them, met them everytime they came to Chennai, bla bla.. but N and RR were meeting each other after 12yrs.. There were squeals, yelps, and Oh My Gods! reminded me of the episode from FRIENDs when Rachel meets her friends from before she became a part of the FRIENDS gang...

During the 3hours we spent talking, there was mention of few other friends in our circle. Updates were shared, some friends had drifted apart, we missed them and wondered what had happened and ofcourse we were eager to know what others were upto. There was one girl in our class, S, her family got her married off during 2nd year B Com slating that her ailing grandmother wanted to see her married. She was a beautiful delicate looking gal, and we were all quite stumped at the news of her wedding... Within a year, she delivered a baby girl, much to the chagrin of her In laws.... Another year, and another girl child later, we came to know her in laws were still insisting she try again to give birth to a "BOY".... About 2yrs ago, i came to know she had delivered her 3rd daughter..... At CCD, during our meet, RR told us S was preggers once again, but was afraid to tell her[she would get more than a earful from RR] and had passed on news to RR's mom.... We were appalled.... 

In this day and age... And after 3 girls...one more child?? Sheesh... And her parents were being silent about the whole thing.... we felt awful for S, angry at her husband and family for putting her through this......... 

Within the same meet, we got another shocking news.. A friend Sl's husband had been diagnosed with cancer and was starting treatment... N had seen her last about a year ago in Chennai, but none of us had heard from her since then... She was this tiny thing who used to mother me, and take care of me ... We dint know what to do... We wanted to make a trip to Blore to meet her, but knew not her address, dint have the guts to go to parents place in Chennai to find out details as we were unsure if her parents knew of it ....Such a dilemma.... All we do is pray for her every day and hope things sort out.... 



And then there is this group of girls from our class who were silent, and nobody, but who are today flying high.... 


Amazing how the crayons in one box are each so unique and different.... :-) 


5 comments:

kanagu said...

interesting isn't it??? Everybody moves out at same level and have different experiences in a few years...

Anonymous said...

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Anu said...

School re-unions bring up some real surprises... I was among the quietest and least known girls in my class, and everyone was surprised at how much I talked! some even refused to believe I could write a blog! thats how it is!

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