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Chronicles Of Sam Q
It is one of those inevitable things that come with growing older.... you make good friends for life. How does one define a friend? Well, my dictionary says a friend is a person you know and like. But what if the dictionary in my head says, a friend is a person who you not only like, but also love, care and adore?
Now that I am in the middle age phase of my life, I think I'm done with making friends. So, all you lost souls out there, if you by any chance have harboured any thoughts of wanting to become my friend... well.... you have missed the boat. I am just too old and too set in my ways to do all that I did while making friends. Uff!! The effort of finding out whether you want that person in your life or not…
I shudder to think how I did it.
But I guess that is the beauty of the situation now. If I hadn't done that, now I wouldn't have this beautiful, loving, affectionate set of friends who I guard zealously and am fiercely possessive of. And by the way, when I say beautiful, I do mean their physical beauty. All this 'beauty is skin-deep c***’ doesn't work for me.
I have to have good-looking people around me. Oh! And one more criteria, they have to be thin too. Anyway Diary, today is the day I am going to thank my friends for their contribution in shaping a major part of my persona.
My first real friend came into my life nearly 25 years ago in shape of a very petite person with a child on her hip (picture Lady Diana's famous pose).
I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Could this soft-spoken, articulate, intelligent, porcelain girl-child, be a mom? And to top all that, she had a husband whose wit and charm completely bowled us over. Thus, our journey of life started as being friends. Then along came another couple who were my husband's colleagues. When his wife was informed of our impending visit as overnight guests, she had grimaced and commented how tedious it would be to entertain "official guests". But ironically, she, also being this complete stranger to me, was the first person to know that I was pregnant with my one and only child. And to cut a long story short, after that night, things were never the same anymore. Not only did we get to be known as "Sad" & "Bad", the whole myth of a man and a woman can never be friends, was totally trashed, because her husband and I became true whacko buddies.
Diary, you know how there is a saying that says you cannot choose your relatives but you can choose your friends? But even given that choice, I would still choose my two little sisters and their respective husbands as my pillars of strength. Through every crisis, Jams and MKM were there for me. Guiding me, helping me, literally holding my hand with every difficult step I have had to take.
And then there is my adopted brother who I shall call my eco-friendly green friend. His partner in life is his asset, who in turn is my spiritual guide. I salute you.
Then suddenly in the last ten years there came a sudden influx of young people who came into our lives and turned it upside down.
These young, hip yuppies actually wanted to be friends with us two fogies. I could bully them, terrorise them, dish out unwanted advice, swing my moods on them and still they continued to love me.
So diary today my writing is an ode to two of my young friends, who befriended a lot of us, loved us, enriched our lives, taught us how to live life to the fullest, taught us how to be true, true friends without any trace of selfishness, to the point where even the harshest of critics and cynics now believe that, yes, there are still people with 100% goodness in them.
So just when we all thought that it couldn't get any better, fate has dealt us a very sad game. I hate goodbyes. So, as I can't fight fate, I will grudgingly comply and justify by saying that, though they won't be in our everyday lives anymore, we all are so fortunate to have them as friends for ever and ever and ever.
So, I say to my Lord and Master, thank you so much for giving us these two lovely, unique human beings as our friends. Not many people can boast of having such great luck. Whoever has come in contact with them will only remember them for being.... just what they are.... our very own RD and Sam.
And mind you, I have some more personal bonus points. Not only do I have such fantastic friends, I can actually count my two moms, my husband, my brother and my fabulous son as friends too. How lucky am I? Mashallah!
So, Diary, cheers to friendship. May it never go out of style.
Have a great Baishak the Sam Q way.
Cut the fish into large pieces. Beat the yoghurt. Fry the cardamom, cinnamon and onions in the oil till they turn golden brown in a pan. Add the garlic and ginger paste, turmeric and coriander powder and salt and stir till oil comes out of the mixture. Then add the yoghurt and fish. Cover the pan and cook under low heat. Flip the fish over once. Once the water dries out, add the rose water, sugar, lemon juice, saffron and green chillies. Cover and cook on a low heat for another half-an-hour. If needed, add a cup of water as well. Once the oil rises from the curry, remove from the heat. Garnish with raisins, pistachio, almonds and serve.
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