A new beginning

February 28, 2005

Have you ever been through a rough patch in your life??? Well, that was a dumb question. Of course you would have. We all go through hard times.

There are those times when we feel as though our world has just fallen apart and at that moment, we feel as though things will never get better.

Familiar… yes…

These are the downs in life… and of course… there have to be ups and they do come… in time…

Somehow, when those downs come, they just keep on coming.

For instance I was having a rough patch with a friendship or two a few months ago and then there were other issue, which ranged from work to studies to just getting through life everyday…you name it… it was all coming down on me as hard as ever!

But in time when realization hits you, you learn to let go and you learn to accept life as it is. Take it as it comes. You cannot change what life has set for you. You just have to go head on into it and figure out how to handle the situation. Survival… that, is the key!

Once you get out of it. You come out a stronger person. Each day, just seems brighter and you look forward to little things more. You look forward to looking forward to things… if that makes and sense!

Those little things are the ups of life.

I have been giving advice to a friend about how she should always appreciate those little things her boyfriend does for her because, those small memories and those small gestures are what enriches this journey called life. They enrich those friendships and relationships you build along the way.

Take a few situations for example…

You go out for coffee with a friend and sometimes you just sit there and talk about absolute crap but you have a good time.

You go out dancing with your girlfriends and after a few drinks you start singing ‘Dancing Queen’ or some other ABBA number and when you hear the song on the radio you just can’t help but smile for the good time the song reminds you of.

Or you were having a rough morning and you call up a friend and pour out your heart to him. The next thing, he offers to take you out for breakfast and you just sit at the coffee shop and talk and you don’t even know why you were upset in the first place.

These are the ups of life… These small gestures and memories, which mean so much.

A few days back, I met up with an old friend who I had not spoken to or seen the colour of in months. When we met it was as though we had been meeting up everyday. It was really refreshing.

I suppose once you build a strong bond there are never issues, when you have to catch up.

The next morning, I woke up feeling like a million dollars. It was not just because it was great to meet a friend after ages but because I realised that I had finally faced life. I had faced that hard patch in my life and I had come out strong. I had grown up in those past few months. I am sure there will be many more downs to come but I had faced this one.

So, that morning, was the beginning, the beginning of a new beginning!

Girls’ night out

February 27, 2005

During the past few days I had been wrecking my brain trying to think of something meaningful to write about and this idea came to me while I was partying with a few close friends a few months ago.

We had planned this evening a few days in advance and it was to be a ‘girls’ night out’ with the exception of a very close friend from the opposite sex. So the day finally came and we were all thrilled to finally be doing our ‘girl thang!’

After an office function we headed to the party spot. We sat at the first available table after smiling to the manager! After all who could have said ‘No’, to four adorable, innocent and I must say, stunning young girls!

We ordered our drinks and sat there talking on the latest tragedies that had crept into our very ‘happening’ lives. You can just imagine how much four girls can talk about… The topics ranged from work to men to clothes to weight to society…

It was a rather slow night at the pub but we were itching to hit the dance floor with our latest moves but no one else seemed to be as enthusiastic as we were! Thus, the chatting continued.

Somewhere down the line, while we were still at our table, one of our group, met a friend of hers who was shocked to think that four girls could be out on the town alone… He just could not fathom that we were capable of looking after ourselves and having a good time without one or many males around to keep an eye on us!

Is chauvinism and sexism still alive in this day and age, well apparently so!

This comment did annoy us, but in time we moved on, after all we had so much to talk about and our drinks to enjoy. The music by this time was heating up and we just could not resist it so the ‘four independent women’ headed to the dance floor along with our male friend… who I must say is like one of the girls… by no means is he gay… but he just seems to, well… fit into our female dominated environment, let’s say.

So there we were dancing our cares away… nothing seemed to worry us… we danced, talked and made those crazy dance moves and we certainly did have a blast.

A few hours passed by and I realized that a guy in a funny looking hat was standing next to me as though I were dancing with him. I moved around and finally managed to lose him.

A few minutes later another uninvited male was standing next to me… I managed to lose him too but this one was a bold one. He did not stop at me but… continued to move to each of the other three girls! He was harmless, but nevertheless, he was, being a nuisance. He did not leave us alone and he moved away only when our male friend stood close to us!

Do men not get the hint that we do not need a man to dance with all the time? And that ‘NO!’ actually means ‘NO!’ Do we have to spell it out in big bold letters for them?

It did not hit me too much at the time because in spite of these incidents we did have a good time but a few days later it got me thinking… Can’t men accept that women can be independent in the 21st century? Is it not possible to have a girls’ night out without people looking at you and questioning why you are without a male? Do we ALWAYS need a male to save us?

Of Margarita’s and Martini’s

February 26, 2005

It was a Wednesday afternoon and a rather slow day at work. The girls and I were discussing how we could do something daring and interesting for a change, in order to enhance the pretty much routine schedule we have.

So we decided that we would go for a drink in the afternoon… yes… during work hours. A rather brave plan, you might say, for five young girls in a society, which still does not look at females and alcohol in a favourable eye. Let alone going out for a drink in the middle of the day.

Wednesday came and went and the looked forward to Thursday dawned. We all reported to work with much enthusiasm. We had an early lunch to ‘line’ our stomachs… and left work to a ‘happy’ pub close by.

We went there and the waiter asked us if we were there for lunch. This crazy lot replied with a few giggles and he assumed, “drinks it is!”

Once we were seated at the table he asked us what we wanted and we said, “Margarita’s please… and please make it a pitcher and add some fries on to the order as well!”

The waiter gave us looks of not just astonishment but shock! And surprise! And all the rest of it!

He repeated the order saying, “A PITCHER!” and we confirmed it. We thought the fries would be forgotten as the pitcher was the highlight of the day. Once he reached the bar, all the waiters were staring at us in astonishment as well!

The fun loving girls we were, we sat there having a nice chat and in a way, hoping that no one we knew would walk into this ‘happy’ pub.

None of us could believe that we were actually going to get drunk in the middle of the day!

A few minutes later the fries arrived and then of course the famous pitcher and we started pouring it into our glasses. Glass number one… Cheers! Glass number two… three… laughter…!!! We would have had about four to five glasses each, between the four of us (as one of the lot refrains from alcohol) within the space of about a half hour!

Predictably, of course, we could hardly stand at the end of it!

But we had to get to work and carry on as though nothing had happened and act as though we had only returned from a late and long lunch!

Before heading back to office we headed over to a supermarket close by and stuffed ourselves with chocolates, éclairs and ice cream hoping to sober up at least partly before heading back to work.

A few of us even had to work late that day.

So with enough ice cream and chocolates in our system to last about a week, we took a ‘tuk tuk’ back to work.

Apart from one in the gang, none of us can clearly remember the ride back, but by the time we reached our office we were relatively sober. Well, at least we were as sober as we could be considering we had quite a lot of ‘booze’ in our systems.

I had to carry on with my late routine while the others left work. By the time I got home I too was quite sober.

Well, that was that. Life went on as usual. For a few weeks we laughed about what we had done. And then it was pretty much a memory. In fact, it was one thing that we swore would remain a memory!

And a few months later two friends and I went to the same pub to have lunch. One of which was a ‘Margarita Girl’ and the other who was oblivious to the whole ‘Margarita afternoon’ we had had. And this time it was actually lunch and not drinks! The same waiter who served us our ‘pitcher’ served us this time as well. He made us feel quite uncomfortable by asking us if we were having Margarita’s this time as well!

Another time we were at lunch… and this time he (the waiter) was with a few friend and they all turned and looked at us! So he had obviously told his mates about these five girls and their ‘pitcher’ of Margarita at two in the afternoon.

Then recently we were at lunch and he came and spoke to us. And asked us if we were having “any Margarita’s”, with our lunch!

Gosh… People never forget do they?

We were just having a good time but I guess when a group of girls do something different, and unconventional by Sri Lankan standards, it never really is forgotten!

So much “Of Margarita’s and Martini’s” eh?

Matters of the heart…

Maiia sat there stunned now knowing what had just hit her. She was not sure whether she wanted to cry or be angry. A few days ago they were fine. Or so she thought. They were as close as two platonic friends could be. But what just happened was pretty much a blur.

The friendship blossomed in February that year. It was a modern friendship you can say with text messages and e-mails being the main modes of communication. Everyday at work at least six or seven text messages and four to five e-mails were exchanged between Maiia and him. They were pleasant days. Maiia would look forward to those fun e-mails, which kept her entertained through the day and even gave her something to look forward to.

He finally got his mobile phone and e-mailed Maiia the number and asked her to contact him when she found the time.

That night while she was chatting with a friend, he kept giving her missed calls and she was not really sure why. So she told her friend, who suggested that Maiia should call him. So she did and this was how the phone conversations began. They would last for two to three hours and so many things were discussed. From daily happenings to likes and dislikes, friends and foods… you name it… it was discussed.

Maiia considered those days, as days in which she was building a friendship that would last a lifetime, even though she knew, deep inside that nothing lasted forever.

Those days fell nothing short of amazing to her.

Maiia was not someone who trusted people easily but when she liked someone the trust came easily. All the guards were let down and the heart opened and welcomed this new person with open arms. And he was one of them.

They would meet up occasionally as well. In fact a few months later out of nowhere he called her asked her to come to the front gate of her office and when she went down, there he was. When she asked him why he was there, he said he was just passing through and thought of saying ‘Hi!’ It was not much, but it was one of the sweetest things a friend had done for her. Nothing could have spoilt her mood after. She was all smiles the rest of the day.

And so the days went by. There was not really much that bothered them except, of course Maiia’s insecurity.

She was worried that she was putting too much into the friendship and that it was too good to be true. It was then that the cracks started appearing. As the doubt grew within her, she took it out on him. Always questioning why he would do this or that, or say this or that. She began doubting the friend who she knew was nothing more than a genuine friend to her and who did care for her so much. She would always question him, asking him if he really did care for her… And at times, this calm guy would get annoyed but being the sort of person he was, he just let it pass. He did not let things get to him easily.

Why was there so much doubt in Maiia? The saying that ‘nothing lasts forever’, was that getting to her? Was she falling in love with him? Was that why she started doubting him?

These are probably questions she will never find answers to.

Their happy world seemed to fall apart little by little. He was human too and there was only so much of the doubt that he could take and one day, he mentioned female friend and bang! The fireworks began. As crazy as it sounds, she could not believe that he had other close female friends.

Accusations were made. Nasty words were exchanged.

He kept telling her nothing was wrong and that she was just being paranoid. He told her that she is as much a friend to him as this other girl.

But why was Maiia so bothered anyway? He being the calm and cool person he was, he managed to calm her down. Maiia went to bed, with a relatively calm mind.

Somehow the next morning she awoke with a lot of anger within her. So she called her friend and said that she felt rather cheated as he had not told her about this other friend. Her friend agreed that Maiia’s feelings were right and that she should just tell him to get a life.

This advice was taken.

She kept messaging him the whole day. Telling him that… he had taken her on a ride. That he was insensitive… etc.

He didn’t want to be part of this madness so he told her that he would rather stay out of her life than let her hurt the way she is hurting now. And that was it.

When Maiia’s mind had cleared a few days later, she realized that she had been really unfair. And decided to sort things out. It took a lot of convincing, but Him being so understanding, he listened and they were ok. Things went relatively back to normal but the wounds were still not healed… completely.

Their relationship was ok…

Somehow, that day was a blur though. Maiia had, had a long and tiring day at work and she called him but he did not answer his phone. She messaged him and there was no reply.

About an hour later he did pick up and she snapped at him asking him why he did not answer. He blew up and told her that he just did not feel like it. He did not feel like talking to her. He wanted ‘space’ from the relationship or friendship or whatever it was that they had.

She was in shock and hung up on him. Not knowing what had just hit her.

She thought they were fine. But the wounds had never healed.

Is this what doubt brings? Is this what happens when you put your heart and soul into something? Do you end up expecting way too much from people? Do you build up something, and then when you get to the top just realize that it was inevitable that you had to fall down eventually?

Where did it all begin and where did it all end? She sat there and wondered.

She hated herself for allowing her insecurities get to her, as it was these insecurities, which made her lose a close friend. Forever.

Or can she still cling to hope? They were really close friends after all and once the heart bonds, that bonding will always be there in some form or the other. They shared a lot and cared for one another and at the drop of a hat she would do anything for her dear friend. And she knows he will do the same. So hope… yes… hope is what will get her through… And she ‘hopes’ that it is the same for him…