I don’t exactly remember when i first heard about this particular day called, “Friendship Day” but I do remember my first and instant reaction to it, ” Dedicating 24hrs to friendship, is it really enough?” People whom I call my friends (I mean the actual ones and not for the sake of categorisation), definitely deserve more than mere few hours in a year. Yup, I value friendship and there’s no doubt on that part. Those who know me closely would vouch for my loyalty and support. I might not physically be there by their side every time, but I try my level best to comfort them, guide them in best possible manner and in case the situation is beyond control, I try to help them to see the whole scenario with a positive frame of mind. In return I have a bunch of people whom I can trust with closed eyes.
The other day, I was having a very restless time, my mind full of thoughts and I was completely in a state of confusion, it was already past midnight. I simply sat down and started scrolling my phone, saw my closest friend’s name in my chatlist and just dropped a “Hi” to her. To my surprise, the spontaneous and of course the sweetest thing she did was to give me a call in very next second asking me what’s bothering me that kept me awake at that hour. We chatted for an hour and she was all ears to me. That’s what friends are……and that’s what friendship is all about. That particular one hour was my friendship hour and I’m ready to spend my whole life that way. I take the honor to grab a chance and convey my gratitude to all those who touched my heart and left their mark for me to cherish the time spent together. May God bless you all and may we remain friends for years and years to come. Thank you Lord for blessing me with the company of such lovely souls who support me when I need them the most, who share with me their laughter,their sorrows, their emotions….. Ummm….their pocket money/pay check (Winkie wink).
My friends who read my earlier post must be having an impression that”The girl from the city” has a negative approach towards this “Change” that has taken place in her life. Initially, YES, “The girl from the city” had faced a setback, and its normal. A complete mixture of culture shock, change in the entire lifestyle had shook me. It was like gulping a huge sip of Strong Soda, initially the fizz sizzles in your nose and throat, but within few seconds you get accustomed to the taste and make adjustments in the quantity you can in one go.
So the place is not at all “That bad”, the Girl from the city realised this in due course. Hence a new perspective began…..
Dilemma, the word in itself explains myself these days, especially since the time I got promoted in my current organization and subsequently got transferred to a new place of posting which is around 450-475kms away from my dwelling, the City Beautiful-Chandigarh. To accept or not to accept the orders- Dilemma. Since the new place is going to be a rural area, to take my child & family along or to spare them from such ordeals- Dilemma. Whether I need to forego promotion to be with my child or I need to step up on my career ladder for my baby’s better future-Dilemma.
Somehow, the typical me who dares to face the uncertainties of life, with the help of a supportive hubby, both sets of caring parents (the ones I got by birth & the ones by law) and an equally sporty daughter who’s barely 3yr old, I moved to this typical rural area of Rajasthan, a place named “Sardarshahar”.
The day I landed here, the whole world seemed to be under some kind of whirlwind. I felt as if I’ve time travelled to some 20years in the past. A somewhat old place,which is though called Shahar(city) by its name but if seen through my eyes, it is nothing more than a village. A place full of auto rickshaws, who at times run 10-20 in number back to back in a straight line as if they are Boggies of a train.
Destiny at times plays such a prank, I landed from a beautiful, well planned and well organized city-Chandigarh to a place which it seems- is a public urinal…and am not kidding at all, I actually see one male urinating in open in every 3-4 minutes while I make an attempt to walk in market area. On Sunday, most of the shops are closed by afternoon and if by any chance you happen to go to the market place in the evening, the whole area smells like a Gents public urinal(Not that I’ve visited male urinals but yeah can make out 😛 ). I actually realized why India needs to start a campaign as #Swatchh-Bharat-Abhiyan that too in the 21st Century.
So, for a few day’s I’d love to pour my heart out on the experience, the girl from the city attained in a new place-“SARDARSHAHAR”. Will try to add illustrative pics as well (definitely not the ones with men urinating on the sick roads of the market….Lolz).