Of being friends: One of my best friend is a friend for twenty-two years. In the last decade or so, we have hardly met, geography has had its toll on us, relegating our keeping in touch to the odd email and the even rare phone call. In fact, there’s five of them, since twenty-two years. Another friend, for nineteen years, and another for ten years this December. Hell, we don’t see each other for a few years in between. Only one of them is on my Facebook. We never celebrated x years of knowing each other.
Of celebrations: More often than not, they are silent; inside. You may notice an odd closed fist punched in the air with the accompanying “yesss!”, but that is a fraction of the number of times I celebrate on the inside. I am not a sucker for festivities – however I love being in the midst of festivals for all the grandeur and sense of belonging they bring (the food is an added bonus). There always seems to be a compulsion to celebrate events, more to make a statement than anything else.
Of social standards: It has been a while, but I am now able to ignore social conventions and impositions – to an extent. Difficult, but I manage. If it doesn’t agree with my sense of being, I don’t do it. It obviously creates conflicts and I guess, over time I have learnt to deal with those too. To live in an acceptable way became difficult for me a long time ago. The training since those days has served me well.
What happened in ten years? A lot, obviously, but nothing that is spectacularly notable. But for all that did happen (and not), I am grateful. I feel good inside. A long celebration; an almost never ending carnival of happiness happily makes its way through me.