A Walk Down the Memory Lane...

I came to work... but ended up reading my own blog...or posts from the past..
It was refreshing, rejuvenating and reassuring to see myself grown in last 4 years..
Had I not written and shared myself here, Had I not had the few friends that I could talk to once in a while, I don't think I would have ever survived in this lonely country... after surviving a severe accident in India !!!

Sorry, I can't be modest here, but it feels nice to see and run through the memories of last four years. Am glad that today they are history. And tomorrow this post too will be history.

I have written fictions, poems, stories, concepts, bakwaas, ideas,
I have taken out my frustrations here...
I have cooled down or focused myself here..
I have forgiven people here...
I have forgotten people who used to be here...
I have made friends here...
I have lost friend here...

I remember there was a time in 2007, when I had none BUT just this space. And all I did was write and write. Some of my best post are nothing but a different expression of some emotion (pain or peace) that I witnessed or survived. Infact I started blogging after a big blow at the end of 2005. I think that was a significant turning point of my life in US.

My first blow in US was in 2004. Though I regained stability post 2004, I was still vulnerable and 2005 happened. But that was it. Post 2005, I choose to spend more time with myself and for myself. I weeded most people out of my life. I enjoyed solitude. I loved my time, my space. I enjoyed the bike rides up in the canyon, I enjoyed my time in the pool.. and whenever I would feel lonely, I would talk to Shyam and Madan..

We would conference, almost every other day, Me from Logan, Shyama from Boston and Madana from CA and yaap for hours talking about our respective people's in our lives. I wonder what would I do, if these two people were not there in my life then. Those were the years when I realized the strength and depth of our friendship. Being miles apart, we were still so close. We would fight, we would argue, yet we were there for each other. We had our own lives in our respective places yet we were together. Soon we got busy with our own lives but it was never, a zero ever. We would always be able to tune into each other whenever need be..

Even today, after 6 years (I met them in 2003 and we three became close friends from 2004) with Shyama and Madana married, and shyama with shamu, it just takes a sec to tune into each others life. Now a days we speak to each other may be once in every two months or may be even less... but tuning in still stays the same... I think my friendship with these two souls is something I will always be proud of. We fought, we stopped talking, we argued, BUT ultimately we survived. And that's what matters the most.

I dream of day, when three of us will again meet for a proper vacation with our respective family and we will tell stories to each others children and wives/husband on how they were 10 years back or 20 years back or when they were students.. on how shyama was our fav cook, how madan was hyperactive, I was the best dish washer they could ever get..and the story can go on and on and on ..

Madan and Shyam, were my pillars. If I ever become famous and I write a book on how to have the sunny side up, I will owe it to them.

Am glad that I wrote for all these years. I have something to cherish, look back and smile.

Madan and Shyam. Without them my 'Hall of Fame' is empty. The two most important and significant people in my life in US till date.