We had a nice time together: A reminder of the past

This was seven in the evening yesterday at the time of writing this post. I am happy to see the day is little bit cloudy today. My friend has just left after staying with us for almost three hours. As usual he asked for his favorite “Kadhi” a dish made of curd and gram flour (a type of flour made by grinding dried chickpeas) and rice along with other dishes that are generally not available in New York where he has been living for more than 2 decades now, incidentally he is unmarried and a bad cook.

As expected, most of our discussion revolved around our hostel life. He was my classmate and roomy during my management school days so we discussed lots of things we did during that time if not all. We had lot of fun during our stay in hostel although I was bit different since I spent my time practicing badminton.

As I said we were different since he liked love stories, despairing lovers in films. But along with this emotional bent there grows within him a preference for reason, logic and argument.  As far I was concerned I sometimes felt a sense of pride as I defeated someone in argument. But with this friend I never had a problem.

A journey in the past

Yes, we two had one thing in common we both were shy type and never made any advances towards the girls which was normal for most boys those days. I would rather spend time in badminton hall than going to movies with friends and he was always there in college library. We had a good time talking together about past incidents.

I was never happy when he condemned me for ‘wasting’ my time in badminton hall but I never said a word when he spent half his time talking about Shelley as a great poet. In fact, I loved the way he danced to the tune of filmy songs in our room. His dancing to the rhythm was charming and I began to appreciate him for his love for music and poetry.

In fact, I did not tell him at that time that the likes far overbalance or over discipline gave birth to dislikes. Or maybe what I disliked most at that time the family disciplines, moral preaching’s or fear of parents about risks in sports or challenges which was the basic reason I was in hostel.

However, now I understand that these very seldom exercise of over discipline or any check within. It is indeed a generation gap. My parents at that time I thought were too selfish. I always thought they forget their young days. They forget that each age dictates it’s kind of behavior. The fear and the caution which they advise are peculiar to their age, not mine.  But I was wrong now I know parents always think best for their wards and take action accordingly. But that is all matter of the past now as we both have gone past far too ahead in our life. I hope to meet him once again next week in New Delhi at his place before he leaves back for New York finally.