‘Why so moody Altaf? What happened? You girlfriend dumped you?’ I looked up and saw Anwar uncle grinning at me asking me the same question others had been asking the whole day. He was that one person to whom you could confide in your worst fears and your most well kept secrets.
‘No!’, I managed a weak smile ‘Actually yesterday was our school farewell and though I am not depressed I am a bit off colour, you know… friends and teachers and stuff…’
Sensing my predicament, he quickly added, ‘Oh farewell huh? Not the best part of your life I agree. A bittersweet moment for all. But you take it as it comes son, nothing you can do!.’ He sighed under his breath.
I had expected words of encouragement, words carrying happiness through them cheering me up, but these sounded inclined towards a condolence. And thats the last thing I want to hear. I have to admit that I was quite a bit unbalanced of my mind at the realization that school is finally over – once and for all. No more of my friends ‘fighting’ over my south Indian tiffin, no more teachers asking us to kneel down or stand up on the benches as punishment, no more fights over trifle matters, no more scurrying up and down the school corridors, no more hanging out with friends after school.. no more of anything! The very fact that I spent almost my whole childhood at school and the friends there grew up with me was disheartening. It moved my heart to have to forget all those things.
Anwar uncle probably could read my mind. He put his hand around my shoulder, ‘Come. Lets take a walk. May be things will brighten up.’ He smiled affably.
Walking along the road on a cool February evening was quite a pleasure indeed. But my inherent gloominess inhibited and deprived me of enjoying it. I was appearing to be quite mentally weak. Maybe I shouldn’t be sad at all. I am certainly not the only child in the world to have to face the end of school.
‘You know Salam? Has your dad ever told you about him?’ He asked almost inquisitively. Salam? Salam who? I racked my brain to retrieve any memory of a man of this name. Perhaps there was one. My dad mentioned it now and then.
‘I have heard about him I guess. Dad keeps mentioning about him. But I just can’t get through.’
‘Yeah. He lived next door to our ancestral home in Kerala. Your father had a fight with him because he beat me up at school.’ I looked up surprised. He never told me that. ‘Well the fight is a matter of later discussion. What I am saying is that this Salam and I became the best buddies in school. We used to get rounded up together for anything and everything that happened in school. We ate, fought, studied, laughed and cried together.’
Ha! I knew where this conversation was going! ‘And one day inevitably school ended. But it was 1981 not 2009. We didn’t have a simple phone at home at that time let alone your social networking sites and mobile numbers. As you can guess the drift was unavoidable and it was a complete lockdown when his father a police officer was transferred to Mysore. I was shattered obviously you can imagine. Though I didn’t cry or shut myself at home I was nevertheless sad and reserved for quite some time.’
“You didn’t even have a contact number! It must have been so frustrating!’ I exclaimed.
‘Yes it was but I got over it. I made new friends and then moved to Mumbai for my studies and everything about Salam took backstage in my mind. But I never forgot him’ I nodded indicating him to continue. ’23 years. Can you imagine the vastness of that elapsed time? I never thought I could meet him again until I got the shock or surprise of my life – whatever you want it to call it. At your sister Saniya’s wedding some years back.’ His face broadened into a smile as he spoke. ‘Whats more? He had come to the wedding from the groom’s side. Just pure coincidence. The will of God! That day was the best of my life. We sat and discussed about good old times and what not. I cant express what ever emotions that surged through me. He was as stunned as me. It was….was just Priceless!’
I was dwelling into the narration I just heard. It just blew up my mind. Here was one man who hadn’t seen or heard about his best friend for 23 long years! I was not even that many years old! I still not am! And yet he could manage and move on. And then there is me; standing at the complete opposite side of the spectrum. Even with ample technology and connectivity at my disposal I was sulking like a five year old. Truly I have been blinded. It surely didn’t make my burden any lighter but it gave me the strength to carry it! I looked at my uncle and he instinctively smiled at me. He knew he had delivered again and I wanted to thank him. But I didn’t. I never did. Thanking him would be undermining our relationship.
I looked skywards. I thanked the One above for things like Friendship, Love, Nostalgia….
Priceless Relationships…Priceless Emotions!
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