One night I had a dream where my ex-friends were looking
as great and happy as they always did in reality when we all had a great bond.
That morning I couldn’t found myself relax and continued the anxiety all the day.
I was screaming inside, sometimes poise, sometimes recalled few things, and
later on found it was just a dream I should completely forget. In actual sense my memories were playing
partial games with me where I had the question, was that friendship or just
companionship?
I see college friends hanging out together, having
parties, drinks and dance , clicking
picture every now and then, which of course is a great trend these days. Do a
little and post it up on social sites to let everybody know hey I had a great
time and look at me what adorable friends I have or sometimes look which kind
of girls I am winking around and hot adorable boys blah blah.. all comes to a
point is it the friendship they are dealing with or just the “hanging around”
type thing. Every mess has a picture story today. Anyways that is more like the
demand of hour. We all do it and then sometimes say ohh these college ones are
so tacky about their everyday routine on facebook.
It makes me sad to know
that the one whom I claimed my best mate is getting married and didn’t
even let me know, it makes me depress about how some so called good friends
didn’t even bother to call you up even the single day of their entire year. As they claim they were
very busy, I want to ask them, “So you finally don’t call anyone huh, so you
might not be spending your time with your family too, or you were waiting for a
stupid friend of yours to call and then you piss them by saying hey where were
you , you don’t have time for your old friend !!” That is the moment anyone of us want to say,
“Shut up! You were the one who was roaming in hell and didn’t bother to call
back every time you miss my calls or messages. Dude you are waste of time!!”
I am very much inspired by one of my friend who always
said and stayed true to his words, “I can’t be your friend but you will get
good from me till you are good to me!” Most of the people will find it selfish
to explore but I find it much better then being a fake friend.
Everywhere I look, I try to find where is the real sense
of friendship? What is friendship actually? Where are its boundaries? What is
the exquisite meaning of the deep relationship? Where should we explore it? Is
it ghastly to maintain? What should be forbidden in it?
Though all my questions are not sought out yet, still I
am doing my best in trivial. Some people find me crazy to dough into small
activities of what they really are but I find it interesting enough to learn
the behavioral pattern in friendship.
Yes I believe in the true friendship but I am still
finding out the difference between friendship and companionship. What if one
finds a friend in another and that one gets only a companion like two people
getting together just for passing time or just an admirer of another or
relationships like neighbours, good
cooperative batch mates & colleague.
Over all what I can say companionship is the base for
friendship and if the companionship stays longer (depending upon the situation
that they like each others company), no doubt the friendship will grow.
I do sound a little rebel and angry but truth remains the
same, we are living in a world where people are expecting everything from you
despite they don’t want to give anything in return. I agree giving is not every
thing but giving is that minor something which builds up the foundation of any
relationship. You give a little, get little in return and thus motivate to do
to more for the person. Hence, you have the real relation going on.
Lets get out from this virtual world of friendship , take
out the time and the petrified feeling of meeting in reality or calling up just
to say I miss you or in a normal way how’s your life going on, hanging out in
simpler way. Open up your mind to your friend, be true to them, love them
anyway.That would make the meaning of the word “FRIENDSHIP” flourish in its
real senses.
