There’s a new kid on the block. Yes, there’s a new kid on the block, and all us ragamuffins on this street are eyeing him suspiciously, smoothing down our hair and pulling up our socks. Is he a threat? Will he show us up in school, or will he be the new king of the street? Will we be compared to him, and with what result?
Who does he think he is, anyway, showing up like this? This new kid barging in, in the middle of the school year? Doesn’t he know we have a system? He cracks jokes like none of us have ever been funny before, sets rules as if none existed, but we’re not threatened... are we?
In the hope that I’m not committing social suicide, I’ve decided to stick out a hand in friendship. Welcome, new kid.
Welcome Imran! Who knows why you weren’t involved with these columns from the very beginning, for I have to pay you serious compliments on your writing. If the rest of us got complacent, we certainly won’t remain so now.
This is not going to be one of those columns that sticks to one topic. Which I suppose is apparent, since I’m already halfway through my word count and haven’t really got anywhere yet! But I wanted to do several things this week (like welcome Imran for one, and take him up on his handbag-war if Priyanka wasn’t up for it, which I must say she did brilliantly). But one topic, though repetitive, just seems unavoidable: I got more responses to my column about love last week than I have any other week. I know it’s a topic that evokes a response in pretty much everyone, but still, the content of the letters surprised me. So at the risk of sounding like an agony aunt (who also committed social suicide on the metaphorical street of her childhood two paragraphs back), here goes:
Shipra, if you’re reading this, Nikhil still loves you and wants you back in his life, and asked for my help in reaching out to you. I wish you both the best.
Amanpreet, congratulations on reuniting with your love, for sometimes not giving up really is the bravest thing to do.
Khursheed, I really hope you get through the pain you are facing soon. Trust that it will happen eventually. Take Karan’s advice about spending positive time with yourself and being your own best friend through difficult times. And as Kalki says, every time you fall on your face, you learn how to pick yourself up and are stronger for it.
Bikram, you’re wise to say that it’s only when you forgive the person who’s hurt you that you are truly able to move on from the pain.
Oh, I had so many things left to say, but I’m out of space. Forgive me if I don’t continue with the love-shove-stuff, and move on to other things for a while. Until next week!