"LIFE IN GENERAL"

INSTANCES

Everyday we meet so many people. But why only a few are the ones we talk to? And again from those few, we are friends with another few…and we love even fewer? Is it something to do with the level of interaction with the people? Or is it just something superficial, like written in destiny that we are very close to only those people with whom we are supposed to be?

But in any sense, with each second we spend alive, we come across instances. Some seem insignificant, some even change our lives. Some make us happy some sad. But human mind cannot forget what it has captured ones. Mind is like software; you can access the data feeded even 50yrs back. And even if you delete the data (or presume you have deleted it, something like when people say I will forget you, or I never remember you), you will get new software, which will again help you retrieve the data. Like a new instance that make us remember the old one.

In my life I have met a lot of people. Few are my friends, and few I have loved. Few are very close to me. Some have hurt me a lot and some people are there whom I can never forget. There are certain instances, which I always remember. One of my friends is this crazy guy…who seems to be irritating when you first see him, but actually he is not. I was moving to Chandigarh from Delhi for a couple of days. It was very early morning when I came out of the house with bags. I saw him coming from a distance. He said he just want to say a bye to me, then he said he would drop me till rickshaw. Then near the rik he said he will drop me till metro station, then till isbt and then when we were sitting in the bus, I just said that I have never traveled long distance with any friend in my life…he suddenly got up and took a ticket for chandigarh…he went to chandigarh with me and came back the same day. Whenever I think of him I remember this incidence.

Another time, when I stood first in bcom second yr, we were having a party at noodles, my flat mates, and my roommate was literarily or physically absent from it. I didn’t know what she was doing. When we came back she vanished. We were all waiting for her to come back. And she returned with a cake on which it was written CONGRATULATIONS. I was so damn happy that I couldn’t even react properly. This was the first time I had received any surprise from my friends. I still remember that day. And also when I had an exam and in the morning she made magi for me. And whenever I used to leave Delhi while coming to me home, she will send a one cute little sms after half n hr or so. The sms used to be “I am missing you”. That’s it. And I know it really meant that she is missing me.

Once when one of my friends was having an interview I was sitting outside with another friend, eventually my friends brother only. I was listening to walkman and my battery retired. I was a bit upset about it. Some time after it, we went to convino-mall road petrol pomp’s super market sort of. When we came back, we were just sitting and I remembered that I had to take new cells for the walkie. And he gave me two of them. He had purchased them for me without even saying it, remembering that I had got my cells retired. It was very thoughtful of him. I still remember this one.

These are some of the good instances that I remember. There are bad ones also. My this friend was getting admitted to his dream college, in my state only. I was more than happy about it. And I was wishing that he would come to my home also. But unfortunately he never even called me up and ones when I called him up he never was picking up my phone. That was the time when I last tried calling him up. And then I see such stone hearted people talking about the fears in life, fearing of losing the loved ones. It simply makes me laugh.

There are some instances, which make you love one person. Some will make you hate that person. You will never remember even a single good instance with him, though you have spent hell lot of time with them. I also have experienced this. This person at one point of time the most dearest to me. Now I don’t want to even recall that I had even met him. But as I said, mind is like a computer, I keep on remembering that I had been so much sincere with these two people who ere using me, and now when they do not need me, they don’t even care to talk. It happens with almost everybody in life. At some point of time you get so much hurt, even then you keep on thinking about the same thing.
But happy past instances make us happy always. And everybody feels bad about the bad ones. Good or bad, some instances do touch our heart. And you can never leave that aside. You can never forget it. Well some other INSTANCES will not let you forget them. That’s like a vicious circle. You will get back to your past one way or the other.