Remembering some..

"After so many years charuooo!!!" That's how most of them say when we meet. Meeting is like this: it is often seemingly accidental, and when the one who recognizes first (usually me), there's a fraction of a pause. And then eyes widen, mouth opens, and the first word that usually pops out the fellow's mouth, if he is konkni like me, is,"AAVOISSS!" Non konkni friends exclaim differently. God knows I tried making a contact again on several occasions. Tried through the great Google search- I searched the web: blogs, and other cyber fogs; I subscribed, read on line obituaries... I had deeply emotional relationships I think. To some of them who read this it may sound rather funny. And I can understand that, for I was more of a pain in their butts than bliss in their arse. I was unreliable, cantankerous, and a classic fault finder! I was, perhaps, all that one DOES NOT need in a friend. But we were friends. There was fondness, even love. There was that time when some of us were like a habit. We would miss if we did not meet. And then suddenly we all grew up and disappeared in search of careers and destinies. Considering that most of my friends whom I met 25 years or so later are well settled with cars and spouses and grown up kids, I must have strayed. I am not quite settled yet. I am still looking, still un-poised on the brink of a decision, as it were. One of them I 'met' over the phone. He called. Where he got my number is a mystery, but then this guy was mysterious. Later, when his wife came to visit me she said,"he cried, you know!"...Yes, I can buy that. I am good at making folks cry! Another, who claims to have loved me dearly, tried hard to impress upon me that things were not the same. He need not have, for I know that we have other commitments, other pursuits, and other lovers. Oh, don't get me wrong-we were not in a gay relationship. Neither of us is gay. But there was melancholy in that one. Some nostalgic pain that romantics enjoy. He tried to hide it from me. But I know him. Quite well in fact. One of the best discoveries of mine in recent times is face book, the social networking program. On face book I made contact again. I am 'in touch' now, and we know what we are doing. I would like to meet Amita though. I had a crush on her. We were sixteen. We have not seen each other for twenty nine years! That is quite a long time. I have not quite forgotten her. This is what I mean: my relationships are deeply emotional.