Another day off. But this time, I had plans. Thus, I chose to wake up as early as I could to complete the week's chores and set off towards my favourite part of the city of dreams- Colaba. Unlike the usual rendevouz, I had to visit a relative to collect an essential document. Nonetheless, the walk down the streets, surrounded by buildings of the British Era were soothing to the soul. My relative was kind to have treated me to a Mc Donalds outlet near his office. I believe he had sensed my dire need for company. We spoke about a wide variety topics, from education to family, from media to media law. At half past 12 I decided to catch the next train towards my side of town, in order to meet a few friends at the Grand Hyatt, Santa Cruz. Thus, began my moments of hope, joy and comfort.
These were no ordinary friends or the typical 'we are always there for you' variety. They were my long lost family.A family that only the Asian College of Journalism can assure you. For over a year, I would bend the rules, talk tough, do the craziest things only becaue I had them beside me. As time went by, each of us split ways. And now, though some of us are in the same city, we rarely do things the family way. It was amazing to have exchanged hugs, stories of college; the rumours, the jokes and most of all the warmth.
For over 4 hours, I laughed to my hearts' content. I continued to mock one of them for their terrible judgement of speed, distance and time, watched two beautiful women laugh at everyone of my silly jokes, and mocked another for his meaningless anxiety.
Some of us experience hardships for a long time; either with each other or with the world around us. But those precious 6 hours, had made me feel hopeful for the days to come. It was as if a part of me had been revived for I now knew where I belong. The joy of having my family beside me was indeed priceless.
Change is inevitable. But an honest friendship remains evergreen no matter how strange or drastic the change may be. It is this love/affection/warmth that often keeps us going. I only hope that we continue to relive those moments from time to time. Lest we forget about the most precious thing that we deserve- happiness.
Cheers to those who have made my life complete, memorable, and have given me the support I needed at many occassions.
These were no ordinary friends or the typical 'we are always there for you' variety. They were my long lost family.A family that only the Asian College of Journalism can assure you. For over a year, I would bend the rules, talk tough, do the craziest things only becaue I had them beside me. As time went by, each of us split ways. And now, though some of us are in the same city, we rarely do things the family way. It was amazing to have exchanged hugs, stories of college; the rumours, the jokes and most of all the warmth.
For over 4 hours, I laughed to my hearts' content. I continued to mock one of them for their terrible judgement of speed, distance and time, watched two beautiful women laugh at everyone of my silly jokes, and mocked another for his meaningless anxiety.
Some of us experience hardships for a long time; either with each other or with the world around us. But those precious 6 hours, had made me feel hopeful for the days to come. It was as if a part of me had been revived for I now knew where I belong. The joy of having my family beside me was indeed priceless.
Change is inevitable. But an honest friendship remains evergreen no matter how strange or drastic the change may be. It is this love/affection/warmth that often keeps us going. I only hope that we continue to relive those moments from time to time. Lest we forget about the most precious thing that we deserve- happiness.
Cheers to those who have made my life complete, memorable, and have given me the support I needed at many occassions.
