I do not claim to base my judgements on any scientific basis, but all I can conjecture, at the risk of sounding an elitist, is that the intellectual level of people I met today has somehow failed to increase, even an infinitesimal increment. Given the slightest opportunity, they invariably grasp it to sexualise every single girl on the street. Every joke, every conversation results in vulgar and obscene jokes. Not that I am against good hearted sexual comedy, or that I cannot use the colloquial words, it is just that they have nothing else to talk about. It could be that after so many years of absence we don’t feel the comfort to cross the barriers of wit, and consequently refrain from indulging in any meaningful conversation, but it certainly does not mean that every punch line needs to end with crude visualisations. They also share many historical anecdotes, which I have to admit are hilarious, reminding me of the old times. They are still in touch with the old bunch, earlier known as friends, and now just acquaintances tied by old strings of companionship. But why did they stop? I don’t think it’s the right question. Do they read books? I did hear from one two years ago that books are boring, and he speculated that book readers skip boring parts just to finish them. Has he changed? The other one, who isn’t here today, is rumoured to continuously brag about how he has become a stud after college, and keeps hooking up every week with a different girl. Is he really? With time and college, my friend circle has changed to, what I’d like to believe, better intellectual circle. Some might argue that what I am assuming to be better could in fact be a misnomer for ‘conformable’, but I don’t believe that to be true. Over the years, I have observed my changing changes in company. I tend to lean towards people who I know have something to add to my growing intellect. Leaving the old ones who have been exhausted of their brain extract, I move on. It seems very inconsiderate for it seems selfish of me to look for something in friendship, but I cannot accept the accusation. Why shouldn’t I? After all, I spend most of my time with them, and I would want to learn something for them. Naturally, the only possible way my company can stay constant is if the other one is on a constantly upward trajectory. At the same time, I expect him/her to have the same expectations from me, and I personally would want them to grow in my presence. Currently, my circle includes only a handful of people from college. I have only one old connection. It isn’t constant or even too frequent. I’d call it occasional, ‘the-shout-out’ one, and I always have one thing or the other to learn. This blog is an addition in my life because of the one. From another, I gained the inspiration to exercise and be fit. While one of the mentioned few taught me a lot on organisation and cleanliness, I learnt management from another. Patience, spontaneity, presence of mind are some of the few lessons from my best, till date, travel partner. But the biggest thank you goes to the one who adds something to me which I am not able to discern. I somehow know that what the one adds is something incomprehensible; the one consequence being the heartfelt joy reflecting as an uncontrollable smile on my face, and it is the best addition, despite its mysterious and obscure nature. Not to mention that all of them are in the habit of reading extensively, and our conversations never end without talking about book, or articles, or something knew we got to know that day. It could be a kick-starter campaign, or a simple funny video, it could be somebody’s search of links on subscription boxes, or an article on travel. From crazy start-up ideas to discussing unusual travel destinations, or even a simple conversation on how a packet of biscuits is made, no conversation goes by without something interesting.
The contrast between the people I met today after so long, and the ones I have now is immeasurable. Needless to say, and as the cliché goes, the two groups are poles apart. After a while, I ran out of things to say, and put myself to record much of this write-up in my phone right there. I came back, and didn’t miss them one bit, or even ha the longing to meet them again. By the way, I do miss people. I missed the whole bunch at my brother’s wedding after they left. Today’s case was average, and I’d be neutral in seeing them again. Sure, I’d have great laughs, relive old memories, get information on whereabouts of old acquaintances, but I know I will, at eh end of the day, come back the same as I had left.