Jab We Separated

We are distanced from our friends either by physical gaps or by time.

Of the two, geographical distances are somehow bridgeable.

Time is the one we struggle with. At least I do. And the longer we are separated, the further we seem to grow.

You don’t have to be in different time zones to grow remote. Even the same latitude-longitude co-ordinates are often not enough to be connected.

There are stories, films aplenty about people who meet after ages and reconnect as though they were never apart.

I’d like to be like them. And if there’s any reason to see Jab We Met once again, it’ll be for just this.

I spent an entire Sunday afternoon enjoying the antics of Kareena Kapoor (if only she could act better) interspersed by long commercial breaks. It’s a silly film but, if strangers can meet on a train by accident – or by a scriptwriter’s design – and lose each other after they grow so fond of one another only to meet again after nine months (why the symbolic nine I wonder?) perhaps it’ll happen to real people too.

There are so many people I'd like to link up with again... people I miss scattered around the world, colleagues - and former colleagues - in various cities all caught up in their own mad lives. People I'd like to share memories with but can't because the cell phone can be intrusive. And changing status updates twenty times a day on a social networking site isn't my cup of chai.

Time for a sanity break, I guess.

As the chubby little girl in Sound of Music sang, "... the sun has gone to bed and so must I".