Friday, November 21, 2008

Handshake!

A rather lukewarm handshake and some other prosaic obligations; thus mark the meeting of friends and colleagues. During schooldays, there were no such routine announcements by whimpers of a ˜hi’ or ˜hello’. May be we were too raw to season for such servitudes that come with age. But we all felt certain warmth meeting classmates though only after a night’s hiatus. It went for some years.

And today, it seems we are contempt to hug some huge bellies that calls themselves friends. Bully me if I wasn’t a true friend. But the predicaments are more of a prediction like a tenured associate in a firm, who grasps hands like buttering do. Sorry, that shouldn’t be the equation. Rather it should be like: “Make friends before you need them”. So selfish! But think it other way around; you are also one friend to a friend. And the probability factors are high that you might also be just another friend for your so-called friend. A de-facto friend to a quasi friend! Have you ever wonder who stabs, at the back?
The epithet was handshake. Sometimes, it seems we are playing Merry-Go-Round-A-Bush, but without merry. A has three friends all by handshake; B has 20 friends all by obligation and all are happy to swim in the cesspool called friendship. Indeed, friend of friend and my friend! No worries! Everybody has got friends worth a sigma to calibrate the acceptability quotient. How well an individual can mingle and imprint the affable chubby chubby audacity in the group, it is too well decided by the numbers of swarms. Almost impossible to ignore the sight in the cafeteria and at the gallows of food plazas! And another one just fussed in the smoke, at the tea-stall; a sip, a nip, a pup; and we are all friends. Isn’t it?

Have you seen a hand always jutted out from the pit and ever ready for a grasp that we called handshake? Affairs of not so prominent individuals and their malign introspections on friendship kills me my thought on friendship. Only yesterday, I could finish this piece on friendship as one of my friends called me a wasted friend, may be out of sheer pleasure as I have forgot that handshake.

Next time, you meet your friends or in fact, any other human being, first ask for a handshake. A handshake is worth a shake.

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