My friend who was here in Hyderabad for a month is leaving for US tomorrow; untill now he was in Riyadh. He came to meet me today. The last things we spoke were "we will meet again. After 2 years or 4 years or after 10 years!" The way this was said made it look like we will at least meet before we die. It was hard for me to hear this being said. It was harded after he left. I am fine now.
He is going to Chicago. I do not have any relatives in Chicago. So should I anytime go to US I may not meet him unless something happens out of hand. Untill I came to my engineering he was the only one who was close to me outside my house. For the last past year I have hidden a lot from him. I couldn't help it. And now when I saw him after more than 2 years all I came to know that he is leaving. Forever. I had to talk to him about so much. I had to hear so much from him. Hope I meet him soon. May be after years.
I was supposed to go to my grandparents' house today. They said they will manage alone. I will go tomorrow if they want me to come. So even my plans to finish the novel have been postponed.
Yesterday I started writing another article but I didn't complete that one too. So now I have 3 things left to be finished. And of course not to forget the editing of 'Humilis and Purpa'. This new thing which I had started writing is something I had learned from 'The Fountainhead'. I know it sounds silly when I say I learn things from a novel, but I know what I am learning is good and it couldn't have been taught to me in any other way (probably). I will choose things that should become my teachers for myself - regardless of what others say or think.
Today will be one of my days I will never forget. I know I will be seeing much worse times than these. I am reminded of a hindi song that translates to "On the walk of life the miles-stones crossed never come again ...".
My brother removed his mustache finally. He trimmed them using a scissors and he did it remarkably neaty. When I first saw him he looked like my dad in his old photograph. But there was something more that was coming to my mind and after a very uncomfortable thinking I found that he was somewhat looking like the Shar Rukh Khan in DDLJ. His hair style made the resemblence more close. Hehehe!
My mom was on leave today. She had to take my grandfather to hospital. She later told me about the fuss he created there. She is of the opinion that old age is like a curse. Old people act like kids and they require a lot of care. We all someday get to see these days and by the time we come to see them we forget what I have written here - that we act like kids and require a lot of care. God save us all.
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