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Of friends and friendships

There must be about a million quotes that describe, some with great precision, what friends are and what friendships are. When I read them, I identify with most of them and think about the ones that I don’t identify with. But none manage to touch the core of my heart. My heart ‘knows’ only when it experiences. I have always been super-sensitive towards and about my friends and friendships. It is only of late that I have become totally secure. I do not know how and when the realisation came from within that, true friends and friendships are beyond any small upheavals that may happen in our individual or collective lives. I believe this realisation came as I became clearer in my mind that my involvement in my friends and my friendships is unshakeable, no matter what; And also with the realisation that like everything else, relationships and people change and thus if some friends or friendships don’t last, they no longer are. It is alright. However, for certain friends or friendships, the

Nature’s poetry

It was bright and sunny. Hot, in fact. Suddenly the skies became dark. An army of galloping horses of dark clouds had invaded the skies. Everything took on a grey hue…the trees, the houses, the river, the people. A cool breeze began to blow. The kind that blows into your face, pushing back your hair and makes you wish you could fill your wings with it and take off into the sky. The kind that makes you pine for something unknown…pulls you towards something indescribable. The kind that makes you forget everything…even yourself. Slowly the wind gathered strength. It cornered the clouds, surrounded them from all directions and began to push them. The confused clouds ran helter-skelter. They collided with each other. They were startled to hear deafening thunder…their eyes blinded by lightning. A huge tear drop escaped from the eye and fell to the ground. Then another and yet another…till their hearts poured out all the grief. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it all ended. Tear-drops now gl

Dependence

I have observed that different people react differently to others being dependent on them. Some feel powerful. They consciously or sub-consciously use it as a tool to gain importance. They like people being dependent on them so that they can hold them to ransom and display their importance from time to time. Some feel superior. They feel proud, sometimes downright vain, as they translate others’ dependence on them as their superior capability. Some feel bound. They feel completely and irrevocably responsible. Since others are dependent on them, they can never delegate / share / pass on this responsibility, even for a single instance. Some feel grateful, servile, in fact. Their sense of worth is redeemed by others being dependent on them, in being needed. All of the above seem extreme responses to me. They seem to lack in balance. To recognise the dependence as being in specific areas, for specific reasons or durations and to respect the dependence for exactly what it is, nothing more a