Titling my posts nowadays seems a chore I have little patience for, so pardon the obscure heading. I played the role of a host to a party for 10 of my best friends at my house yesterday. Of course, farewell parties here don't mean quite the same as elsewhere : rather than the one leaving (ME) being treated to a send-off, I basically had to sponsor the festivities. No complaints, however, since it's something i don't often do. Given that my home is so far away from everyone else's , inviting them over had always been difficult, which is why next to none knew the actual route! Having planned the meet in a rush of madness while away at Pathanamthitta, I had barely 2 days to prepare for the party.
The guest list was finalized and 13 boys were short-listed, since I couldn't afford to host any more all at once! I didn't invite any girls for 3 prime reasons : a) I am friends with a few, not many, hence I doubt that many would have accepted the invitation. b) Being pretty far from their homes, their coming was unlikely anyways. c) Finally, as I've seen on many occasions in the past, when girls and boys, at least from my school, meet up in equal or significant numbers, they tend not to mingle. My hands, hence, seemed tied. It's only fair to me I suppose : I've never been that open to too many girls, and hence I have very few to truly claim as friends. To those who weren't invited, regardless of the gender, I apologize, and u can give me an earful the next time we meet!
I picked up my friends from Vattiyoorkavu at 12-30, most of them having arrived by 2-wheelers, adjusted uncomfortably to seat 3 together. After leaving them in charge of my house for a while to pick up the food, I rejoined them and chatted till Mom sounded the lunch call. My parents were delighted to be hosting my friends, a privilege I'd denied them for years thanks to our location! With Ajay, Hrithwyk and Renjin unable to attend, only 10 could appear at my house in the end, two of whom, were fasting as the month of Ramzan is upon us. That left me with food for 15, but only about 11 mouths to feed. The food was good, only furthering my opinion of the highly under-rated Amer Restaurant situated near Vattiyoorkavu Jn. After a feast consisting of porottas, fried rice, chilly chicken, beef fry, aloo methi, salad, and fish cutlet, of which the last 3 were home-made, we settled down for some desert in the form of caramel custard. Another couple of hours passed by as Akram was kept busy with intermittent calls and the rest of us chatted away about our respective colleges and branches, films, music, cars and bikes, and a variety of other issues. The terrible twosome(or dynamic duo : depending on your point of view), Najad and Nashad joined us after lunch. As my friends began to leave eventually at around 4-15, Adi,Nash,Akram, Najad and I headed to Jacob's house straight afterwards, as he'd been scheduled to leave for Karunya Institute the same night. Another half an hour passed by there chatting away about his hostel experiences and the San Thomites he has for company (not the cream of the crop by any means).
It was a very satisfying day, personally, and a nice way to round off one part of my life. Not because I'm willing to let them fade away from my memory, but rather because it makes the pain of separation all that more easy to bear. After all these years, I know that there are a handful of people who still care enough to bear me.....hehe.....I know this sounds a bit silly, but no matter how good a friend you are or try to be, it's always comforting to be reminded that the feeling is truly mutual in some cases. Farewell, my friends!
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