Day 35: BFFs

While it started off looking like a typical eat, sleep, clean kind of day, the Sunday was made interesting by a visit from an age old friend. As we sat at a quiet tea room, sipping on our kadak chais and catching up on the years gone by, I recall the way we met and became the thickest of friends.

He was in my class for three long years, two or three roll numbers behind me, and I barely spoke more than 10 times to him. Well, neither did he. He was getting awfully close to my ex-BFF in college, and as she and I started growing apart, he seemed to be at the center of it all; the attention hogger that took my BFF from me. Flash-forward to after graduation, and we go to the same abandoned town for our training, exchange a few pleasantries and before I know it, we’re hanging out most of the time. It surprised me how much we had in common and how littler we spoke about it during college days. This was 2005. We’ve come a long way since then. Stayed across continents and in the same continent, across cities and in the same city, and he’s even gotten married, and yet we continue to stay in touch, sharing each other’s lives when time permits.

As I drove back home, after a quick catch-up with Switch, I realized that we’ve grown out of our teenager phase of the friendship, and into the adult version of it. We spoke about investments, and savings and property to buy. We did not talk about the latest movies or the newest book read. We spoke about in-laws and families, ours and theirs. We did not talk about the latest photography gear to oogle at. We spoke about pain in the joints, and the latest gym sessions. We did not talk about the next travel adventure to be planned, the rock concert to attend or the newest gadget in town. Somehow, over the course of growing up, life’s struggles had come out the winner and we had lost our interests, it seems. There were promises of a new location, bringing in newer changes to life. But how effective are these changes, only time will tell.

If it was these interests that got us together in the first place, and if these interests no longer exist, then what binds us together now?

“Thanks to this old pal of yours, I got to ride in the car after a whole week and…what now!? Was that a cat?” Scotch


Day 13: Of sustainability and old pals

Sustainability

I was at a wonderful conference, in a beautiful campus, lush green and yet in the city. Bhoomi College and Prakriya Green Wisdom school gave some life mission about the place that I eventually want to open on my own.

The conversation with Derrick Jensen at the start of the day was very inspiring. There is a group of revolutionaries, working parallel to all governments and policies, that are actually concerned about the environment and impact of man’s greed on it. As the number in this group grows, there might be a saving grave for this generation after all. Ask the planet, or anybody around you, ‘What does it feel like to be you?’, and with that answer you will build empathy for the soul around. Powerful!

With the clay statues at Bhoomi

Small world

Who should come sit next to me but a friend of SP! As we got talking about each other and she told me about her TFI past, I asked if she knew him and she roared ‘Oh! I love Surya! ‘. That’s how I want people to remember me. Life goals indeed.

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Dear Fiona

Lost acquaintances

I last saw her in 2005, when we left for our respective postings at TCS. Now when I saw her, sitting by herself, having tea, it was like the years had suddenly vanished and we were back at that sodden ILP in Bhubaneshwar.

Shiuli and I

We caught up on our lives and she seemed like my soul sister. Went through the same phase of utter disinterest in the field, quit for a year to try other things. She, unfortunately, had to go back since she out down some roots that needed upkeep.

A good thing I didn’t, eh?

For fun and tribal learning

I also met this fun gang of interns from a company called Selco, working on creating content for tribal students in Odisha. Doing good while enjoying their way. While one spoke about her confusions about what to do next and the life she had at Isha Home School, the other fingered out the 4-finger technique to eat with the hand. Great company.

Looks like you had a lot of fun and met interesting people, S. When do I go on a confluence for dogs?” Scotch 

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