Sunday, March 25, 2012

Kiss & Make Up !

Kiss and make up

It was two painful months away from a loved one. I don't recall whose fault it was, nor what were the details of the quarrel. So it surely was not so monumental! And yet I couldn’t call-up and bridge the void even though I missed my friend philosopher and guide. I was ‘happy’ to stay away and convince myself that I’m better off without, rather than suffer the ‘humiliation’ of ‘going back’ on my words of annoyance when we last met. So what stopped me really from bringing back the happy times? Yes, the fear of rejection. Yes , the ego thing that looms so large in our lives. It’s like a corpse we carry around with us that debilitates us from flying and soaring. It took a good friend to shake me out of my condescension and holler, “pick up the phone and be the bigger person”.

It’s true it might not have been the same right after the argument, things can be said in the myopia of anger, but I realize that you cannot wait too long because both of you loose out on precious time. Does it really matter whose fault it was? If its a person you like obviously the person will figure out they should have been gracious too? 

Does it really matter in the broad scheme of things who is right? Is it important to always be right, or is there a great relief in being wrong, knowing it and getting the load off your chest and acquiescing to being wrong endearingly? Self importance, proving points, winning an argument are states of being best left behind I think, to embrace the liberation of admitting some foibles?

Few of us realize that our biological clocks are ticking. It seems like yesterday isn’t it that our grandparents were laughing by our sides? Some of us don't have them anymore. No, we cannot go back into time and mend the glitches in relationships where one or the other of the loved ones has passed on into another realm of being. And in our transient times, we cannot know when any of our dear ones will up and go. So my two month estrangement from my friend woke me up to the smart thing to do when we miss our special kindred souls (who  are mostly few and far between) –to bite the bullet and not allow high horses to create abyss that then lead to deep chasm’s and lacuna.

You’re waiting to hear what happened? She squealed with delight on hearing my voice. We brought each other up to speed about our worlds, trivia about things that we’d missed in each other’s lives for two months and no she didn’t bring up any of the ‘you- said- I -said ‘ baggage and yes we are back to being every day friends.

So what are you waiting for? Get to that phone or better still go and ring the doorbell of the person you love , the person you’re missing. That special soul in your life whom some trivial misunderstanding or miscommunication has prevented you from enjoying due to ego and self-importance?
This article was written for and published in The Asian Age & Deccan Chronicle
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