I got "farewell"-ed !

It was the last day of my stay, yeah pretty much it and before I could do anything about it, I got “farewell”-ed.  Don’t even think of it as any bit closer to getting “troll-ed” rather on a serious note, it’s heart-wrecking.

Whenever you get to a new place, where every next thing you touch is new, every next person you meet is a stranger that you might never ever see in your whole life, you try seeking out people you might know from your past, you try finding acquaintances, who you can fall back upon otherwise the last resort is you stay there,  spend few hours, few days, a week, a month, and there is a chance you start finding a friend in many of those strange new faces, you start identifying with the surroundings, and the environment which  some time before felt very bizarre to you is now homely.

And once these bizarre-seeming people become your friends; the people who at some time had shared the same notions, they might be the people who shared the same “un-usualness” and you develop a friendship based out of that. Usually when it comes to relationship, as Annie in Speed said, “I've heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.” But, that’s what friendship is. It transcends every barrier. Sorry if I am making it sound like another of a boring essay on friendship. It's just how much emotive I can get. I even keep saying ‘sorry’, and ‘thank you’, apparently the most forbidden words; it is just how overwhelming it makes me. 

So, where were we? Yea, when all you’ve planned is screwed up just because you got up late by 2 hours and everything you planned just needs to be shifted by 2 hours does not seem to change the fact that the sunrise or sunset will be delayed by 2 hours as well. The fun part is even when your friends are in wait to kill you for the fact that you are late are deftly and effectively utilizing that time to buy things, special emphasis on getting those which could make you cry even more; just for the fun of sadistically watching you do so and reminisce about it later. 
You are at the receiving end but not everybody is Rachel and somehow you start thinking if you are dying or going to some place where from you are never returning back like  shifting to a complete new galaxy.  Baabul ki duaayein leti jaa, jaa tujhko sukhi sansar mile. Maayke ki tujhe na yaad aaye sasuraal mei itna pyaar mile.

:'(
They have all good intentions, they all want you to get nicely adjusted to the new world of yours,  and get on with your life, but what they don’t understand is how painful just the thought of replacing them is. The replacements don’t exist to be truthful. It’s just that you get out; you let yourself out again, vulnerable, trying to find anybody who could replace them but end up being sad or develop very new relationships with new ones. This just can’t be the same. 

Also, when you are so typically in mood ready with your teary eyes all welled-up ready any moment to burst to exclaim out whatever troubles you are envisaging, one of them just starts laughing at your face making everything so unusual. You start scoffing and suddenly it hits you that what on earth were you thinking. You should go on and cherish all these moments which you shouldn’t just let go on account of thinking about what could happen which hasn’t or may never happen. So, I am just happy that I was lucky to be able to witness it, and still am doing that.

Three cheers to friendship and modern-day gadgets and internet which still can help you continue with what you want to continue!