p.s. (yes I know it’s supposed to be in the end… my blog – my rules) All you need to get in the frequency to write is when someone tells you they read your blog… (Those who you don’t expect to)
Today was Eid-ul-Fitar… One of the most boring days of the year… yea yea I know I know… it’s a religious festival, holiday, great importance & bla bla…
Personally I don’t have anything against this festival… it’s just the routine drill that I don’t really appreciate… I’m sure everyone has a set pattern as how they celebrate their Eid day… Same here, I mean how cool is that? You get bored of your routine daily life and then comes a festival, a day which is supposed to be different but DANG! There you go spending that day as per its defined routine… Between you & me, I don’t think it’s cool at all…
Anyways… so my day started off with the routine “Eid Drill” that is performed on every Eid day, every year and will continue that way for many years to come… So finally when the day was getting over and we finally planned to return home, Aisha from back seat thought (loud enough for us to hear) that it’s a sin to have dinner at home on Eid Day. (Again nothing unexpected)
So we went to this famous restaurant in the vicinity of Clifton… Boy! Was that place crowded? I mean people were getting nuts over food… too crowded… When we got a table & finally started eating, I realized I was not liking the ambiance at all, (tough it was one of my most favorite places) so I didn’t enjoy the meal and wanted to get out of there ASAP…
So after getting home I started thinking about the reason why I acted that strangely… and now I finally know… What I didn’t enjoy was a hundred people gathering to contribute their share in noise pollution.... I don’t like the “Yo” places anymore… I don’t want to dine at a famous joint; I only want to be somewhere quite… I’m changing… Now I only like to be around a certain type of people… I would’ve loved the meal if it were just my family or a certain group of friends…
Now this thought made me think of something else too which I’ve been discussing with a few people for last few days… I don’t know if I should write a separate blog about that or shall I include it here, anyways… here’s an exercise… Go through the phonebook of your cell phone, list of contacts on your IM or FB etc… and start going through the names…
Some of the names are your close contacts, you stay in touch with them and you know what’s going on in their lives… Then some names will be of some people whom you know but not very closely… You just know them through one way or the other; you know the information which is only required to know about them… Now comes the most interesting bit… the remaining set of names will be of the people who were a part of your life at one point, but then something happened and now you don’t talk, or may be nothing happened but still you don’t talk to them, you see them online on your IM all the time but you never bother to message them, if I talk about myself, I’ve a total of 1000 friends, how many of them I regularly talk to? 25 at max… May be this is also circle of life, people come, play their part & then take off… May be this is also one big routine game… May be… Who knows?
So, look at those names & think, think when was the last time you spoke to them, why did you never call them back? What do you know about their current life? Those names on screen are not just names… They also are human beings, just like us… They have a life like ours too… Don’t you want to know what’s going on in that life now? Would you like the idea of catching up? I would love to…
If you feel the way I do… then promise yourself that you’ll casually say Hi to them every once in a while… Sometimes, acknowledging that someone exists is all that is needed to make a difference… Now you know why p.s. was in the beginning?
Puri Sahib… Just Puri Sahib for today…
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