Life is not fair. is't it so?

Reunion preparations are in full swing. All are in midst of planning, contacting classmates, creating database but mainly trying to catch up & update on each other. But I am looking forward to the reunion with mixed feelings. Both excitement and apprehension. Thrilled but with fear. (More about what I feel about Reunion in next blog)

Each day was reconnecting me to a new classmate. Within last week, right from Vasudha, sisters Aasha and Usha, MV Usha, ManiBabu, Pranoti to now Rosebell, Mercy and Gracy-who just called- it was a non-stop trip down the memory lane. My emotions were just gushing up from deep within, at reacquainting of so many classmates; and recollecting of long forgotten sweet incidents.
In midst of all this I had a conversation which dampened my enthusiasm and left me disturbed for rest of that night.

RB called. She was excited (in fact overexcited would also be understatement), she wanted to know about my last thirty years of my life in five minutes! And was asking non-stop questions without bothering to pause and see if I was answering any one of them. She still was as usual so sweet on phone. She made me feel elated by saying that for past one year she was fervently remembering me and used to frequently tell her children about Satish Uncle’s school antics. She desperately longed to meet me for past year. She also persistently asked me the one question most are asking me ‘Are your children as mischievous as you were?’ and I only say No. Such a sweet innocent person, ever ready to help and who wished no one bad, a person whose life should be surrounded by all-round prosperity. And this RB confessed that 'she did not have money to pay for our reunion!!!!!
Yes, during our conversation, RB indicated me in different ways that she was looking forward for the reunion but had some work hence could not come. After my heavy persuasion and lot of dillydallying by her, she opened up and cryingly admitted that she wanted to desperately come to reunion but she was in financial crisis and did not have the money to spare for the reunion.

i was too distressed to hear this and I became angry at God. In fact I was always angry and bitter with God for having given me so many tragedies in my life. And on many occasions, when I was suffering the traumas one after another, I almost wanted to scream to God and say ‘enough please no more please’. And plead to Him- Why Me?

But today I was seriously as disturbed at the life RB is living, as I was for mine. In no way I can understand the justice of fate where a simple girl with one of the kindest heart one could possess, was hesitant to come to reunion because she could not afford the contribution of Rs 500/- I mean a girl who showered me with pure selfless love & affection and by seeing whom, the word Florence Nightingale comes to my mind; a sweetest person who gave me so many precious sugary memories that helped me endure my turmoil. And a person who gave me so many gifts and spend money on me when she was working. Such a person in financial crisis was hard to understand.

For me, RB and Pranoti were two such school friends who gave me the most selfless affection without I giving them anything in return. Though few other girls have been more closer to me. But these two were exception in that I never gave them my affection or time-as I did to others-but still it did not diminish theirs for mine. Particularly RB. I remember her regularly bringing vada-pav from her job just because I liked it and she used to stand on school ground to give it to me after I finished playing my hockey. Who will show such platonic love to a boy who is not her brother or her boyfriend?
Why such girl should suffer a fate is beyond my comprehension. I mean where does the philosophy that ‘u reap as u sow’ stands in this context. She enjoyed a better standard of life then many of her classmates and now she is living a life which we would have never wanted any one of us to experience. Really God, please do something and bring the smile back in her life.
I may pay her reunion contribution. That is the smallest I can do. It will be just a small repayment of debt she has over me. A debt, huge enough, that cannot be repaid by any amount of money or deeds from my side. No one has taught me how to calculate the cost of selfless good memories given by your classmates.

Still the last thought before signing off is GOD Why Her? i wud ahve glady borne one more tragedy in my life. But God Why Her?