Past friends , fast friends

One of life’s greatest ironies is that it never rains but pours. December is normally the time when all those Indians who are no longer Indians return to our shores to enjoy the cooler weather which is one of the reasons why our traditional summer weddings have now been re-arranged to winter ones just to accommodate the “snow birds” escaping from the snow.

This year and  in fact this week , in particular, I find it strange that suddenly we have friends from the US and Canada  visiting just this weekend. I mean there are 52 weekends in the year but why is it that only this weekend is convenient for all of them to meet me?

Another thing I find really strange is that these people who adopted different countries, different cultures and different people as their families have a strange hankering to meet up with people from the past. Now why would they do that? While I am only too happy to meet up with old friends and family, I find it strange that those very same people who find living in India a drag, who are happy to be away from their pesky parents and inquisitive aunts and uncles, who can’t bear the filth, the corruption, the dirt and everything that is India, go out of their way to come year after year to this land they so hate and meet the people they so badly want to distance themselves from …………

Perhaps it makes them feel good to go back to their sanitized, perfect existences where the only people they know are those they choose to know, the places they live and work in are picture book perfect and they can come back and look at all of us with pity and disgust and feel happy that they are no more Indian.

This evening I will be meeting up with a school friend, spoke to a dear family friend and will be entertaining two friends of Hubby dear. I am thrilled to be entertaining them but am apprehensive about the water that is bottled , the “sodas” , the veggies, the chicken and the over all stuff. Will my house be too cluttered? Will the wind drop and the living room get stuffy? Will it rain and will my guests get wet on their way home? Will the lift behave itself? Will they all enjoy themselves?

Well, I just have to hope that  they are indulgent and overlook the shortcomings of my home and hospitality. 

Author: Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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