It’s Happening… Again!

Another calendar is on its way, and here’s to wish all of you wonderful people a happy new year ahead. I wish you all success in whatever you endeavour to do.

I had quite a thrill when the WP stats helper monkeys delivered my blogging year review to my mailbox. I remember seeing a fellow blogger’s review last year and wondering whatever happened to mine. But then again, I had only about 50 posts last year; so I should know better than to complain.

Speaking of the year-end review, here’s a link to my review. I like it; do take a look if you’re interested.

I ain’t a great fan of January 1st, and so there’s nothing special for me about the dawn of tomorrow. Every day is the beginning of a new year.

Oh, and resolutions?

On December 28th last year, I decided to write in my journal as often as possible. And I’ve done a pretty good job of it so far. This time, I think I’ll just stick to the basics.

Read. Write. Live.

Repeat.

Farewell, Beloved

Turning thirteen was proving to be a difficult transition for everyone in the family. — Today’s Author

Memories flooded as they all sat in the living room, waiting for the clock to strike. None of them felt the joy of a birthday. Silence thronged.

Rick lay there, too weak to move a limb. How could he possibly know that in a matter of minutes, he would turn thirteen?

How would he have reacted had he been able to move at all?

Kevin forcefully wiped a tear from his eye. Despite his continued efforts, they kept incessantly falling. He looked over at Rick — his buddy, his best friend for thirteen years. Goodbyes are never easy.

Kevin stirred as Rick opened his eyes a fraction. It was the signal; he rushed to his friend’s side. “I’m here buddy,” he said in a falsely cheery voice. Something Rick surely would notice.

Rick blinked slowly, the effort showing in his tiny beetle eyes. Kevin stared back at him, trying to smile reassuringly.

The clock struck, and with it came Rick’s thirteen birthday.

The doctor whispered to Kevin’s mother, “This is the first time I’ve seen a dog live so long. You should be proud.”

Rick was staring, blankly.

Friends ended, and I don’t know what to do with my life anymore

That was my first thought. When I started watching the final season of Friends, I could feel the close coming closer. And I wasn’t thrilled.

The last couple of episodes were the hardest, and it didn’t help that they were also extremely funny. I had to literally cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing out loud; my mother was asleep nearby.

Yes, stayed up all night, watching Friends. Not just the nights, that’s how I spent my weekends and even this year’s friendship day.

And I’m not even sorry.

Because I liked it. I loved sitting alone, watching Friends, laughing my head off and scaring other people. I didn’t care, I didn’t have time to. I was too involved – and for the first time in a really long time, I was laughing heartily.

Joey forgets his dry cleaning

Not just the laughter, but also the thrill, the emotions. I felt myself changing as I watched the show. I started to laugh at my silliness more often. I could see the humor in awkwardness and embarrassment. And it was less painful.

I’m not one to get emotional over movies and drama, but Friends was an exception. Every passing minute of the last few episodes, there was a lump in my throat, something new weighing down heavily. When the climax neared, when all six of them left their keys to Monica’s apartment on the table – that’s when it really hit me. What am I going to do with my life now? It’s like my whole life had been leading to that moment, as if that was the driving force that kept me coming back for more – and now it was over. It was hard to accept. It was an unwelcome change.

And ever since the end, I can’t help reminiscing. The one obviously similarity favourite of the show: Joey Tribiany.

The one who doesn’t share food, makes it obvious and still is lovable.

I love Joey, but Chandler was a close contestant too. I’m a great fan of wit and sarcasm, and Chandler was the perfect embodiment of both. Plus, I could relate to his character in a lot of ways. The skepticism, cynicism, the uncertainty and most important, the fact that he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life.

Chandler in advertising

The whole show was easy to connect to. That’s probably why it was such a huge hit. But more than anything, the show made a lot of people yearn for such a life, such friends.

Everyone would’ve felt jealous of the Joey-Chandler friendship. Not to mention the special connection Joey had with Phoebe. I was surprisingly moved when Joey asked Phoebe to marry him, when he (falsely) thought she was pregnant. It wasn’t funny, it was heartfelt, and small incidents like this throughout the show showed us how deep Joey was. Not just him, Chandler too – how much he changed through the course of the show. And Rachel – from being a spoiled brat to a responsible?! mother.

Of all life lessons I took from the show, one important thing was that people can always surprise you. Even those you think are least likely to do something that moves you, they do. More times than we may anticipate.

You know what? I think I just figured what I could do now. Im going to Google for image quotes and laugh like a maniac, while others around me go berserk.

A Wayside Plant

Credits: Rockfortrookie
Credits: Rockfortrookie

Her heart skipped a beat. There he was again. Every time she came out of her cabin, he was there. Was it just a coincidence or was he dying to see her too? Did he give false reasons as well? Just so as to meet her? She hoped so.

He had spoken to her once before; on farewell day at college. He was a shy and a brilliant student. She had never failed to notice his dressing and his mannerisms. He hadn’t met her before, but she had seen him every day of her college life. She had followed him, around the college. She had sat behind him in the canteen and savoured every moment without his knowledge. She was fully aware of his every move, every word. After all, love can happen to anyone.

They met quite a lot at work. It was  inevitable since their cabins were so close, but there was no closeness between them, yet. He just ignored her like a wayside plant. He walked away. He seemed busy with some files, or so she convinced herself. She stood transfixed, looking at his retreating figure.

She sighed. So close, yet. So far.

Some day, he’ll learn to notice the roadside creepers and then, he’ll notice her too.

High on Haiku

It’s quite unfortunate that just when I began trying my hand at Haiku, my inspiration site, Haiku Heights is gone for good. But I did find this post buried deep in my drafts.

The prompt was clap, and the date was something I don’t remember. Anyway, here goes,

Joker applaudes

For Haiku Heights

Prompt: CLAP

———————

Clap, clap, clap

he saw them do,

unhearing

——–

She clapped; young saw

wide eyes winced

as pain seared

——–

The bird clapped wings

the girl, she watched

wonder eyes widen

——–

The mother left

soared, clapping and flying

while waited the nestling

——–

Palms come together

applause — you and I,

joy