My dear Anil,
Is there any new definition for friendship?
How do you define friendship when you find no e-mails in your inbox? What do you feel when your continued, heart-breaking petitions for tying the bond of companionship go unheard?
Let the Goddess of Friendship reward you, The Lover of Friendship, with all kinds of closeness you demand from friends. Your true and sincere efforts will not go empty-handed, I presume.
I was just going through all the mails you had posted. And it is quite a sort of entertainment reading old mails, also as an attempt to conjure up the cuteness of recollections.
The 'Cruelty' of Brotherhood' was an exasperating topic. Your openness was like a needle injected to the eyeball. Perfectly right is the intention to make a sister stand firm on unreliable grounds. Adopting seemingly dangerous measures to help that sister adept to encounter life's fire-flames is brave.
Friends take freedom to become historians of their own life-records, not necessarily as narrators always. Your e-mail narrations bring out the historian in you, I feel. Oration of personal history without pomp is interesting to listen.
That you are a comrade is information new for me. I was not able to pick out the redness of your political bias earlier, while we were in Press Club
Just raising a question - Is politics an interesting topic for you? For me, yes. Our political leniency start during our school days, I believe. We were once the beneficiaries or victims of Students' Union's conducts. Students' Unions still claim the maximum political strength than any other confederations.
Though we may have similar versions of school days' testimonials, our political experiences in school would differ. Your reminiscence, especially a reverse leap towards your school days prompts me to share with you my political loneliness or political isolation, I faced during the days I wore a school-uniform.
Instead of choosing the reddishness of Students Federation of India (SFI), I preferred to adhere to the political reservations of KSU. It was a photograph of Mrs. Indira Gandhi stuck on the badge of KSU activists that impelled me to make out the tri-colour blood running through my nerves that time. My affection, rather selection of my party did not match with the political tastiness of SFI- partisans who were my friends and classmates. Soon the class was divided into two on the basis of political fondness. The ratio of the strength of that 'political division' was 43:1. Still, the unfit survived. I always bark at Darwin thereafter.
Let me be back to the Blog. To be sincere, reading your mails in the Blog bring all friendly faces of our classmates in front. It may be in light of your call for more intimate attachments between all. That friendship we still expect in writing.
And to be hopeful is the optimistic advice friends share.
Lovingly
Ranjith John
Kuwait
