LONG POST ALERT !!!!
Yeah, I was not born in Hyderabad, but I belong to this city so much, that I feel that there is nothing out of this city for me.
What possessiveness about a City – is some people’s questioning glare, to my obsession with Hyderabad. Being a 13 yr old teenager, don’t I have the rights to choose my city of happiness??
I love Hyderabad and each and every part of me, is synchronised with the city.
My friends are here, both in the school and in my apartment. I just have great fun with them. They understand me and love me so much and I reciprocate their feelings only too well.
At school, I’ve the maximum fun. Shakthi is my best friend and I share everything with her – my feelings and secrets. She’s always a top scorer. Even though I don’t top the class, I come within the top 10. She helps me with lessons, if I miss classes.
There is this huge gang of girls – me, Shakthi, Joyce, Saras, Harini and we have great fun together.
Me and Harini, always join together for mischiefs and naughty get-togethers. Only one of us studies for tests and the other copies from the other. Our gang of girls knows about it, but they always smile and let us do our naughty things. Even when we are asked to stand outside the class, for not bringing some notebook, me and Harini have great fun, standing outside.
The flat I stayed in, is a huge complex and I’ve so many friends over there. Every evening, we get together to play Kho-kho with each team comprising of 20 members. Its so much fun.
While I was busy playing, making mischief and enjoying myself, something mysterious was going on in my home. Mom and Dad were deep in discussion always and sometimes I saw that their smile was forced.
I didn’t know what to do neither I knew what was going on.
All the secrecy was out after sometime, when I heard my Mom talk to her sister, about shifting to Chennai. My God, I was shocked.
No, I don’t want to go to Chennai.
Why, your cousins are there. Grand parents are there.
But still, all my friends are here, in Hyderabad. We can go to Chennai to visit them, not shift there.
No baby, it doesn’t work like that. You see, Dad has got a new job over there and it’ll be better if we too shift with him.
Let him go and stay with Uncle. I don’t want to go to Chennai.
My darling, you’ll miss him later and trouble me so much. You remember how much you missed him, when he went for that long tour last year ???
If I miss him, we’ll go to Chennai and see him. And, Mom, this is our own house. Why do you want to leave our home here and go ???
Yes, baby, I do understand. Leaving this home and going to a rented house is a difficult thing. But, still, we need to undergo this shift to Chennai.
But which school will I go to ???? Already Quarterly term is over…how will I manage with the notes and all ???
We’ll find a good one, darling. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.
OMG !!! OMG !!!! OMG !!! This Mom always has an answer for every question of mine. Why can’t she just understand the fact that I don’t want to shift to Chennai ??? How will I have friends like this, in Chennai??
Now, was the more difficult task – to tell my friends about this shifting. None of them were happy, neither was me. We all sulked the whole day and everyday after I told them about the shift. We never smiled, we didn’t want to play. We held hands and sat quietly, sometimes we cried.
After a whirlwind visit to Chennai, the school and house were all set.
We came back to pack our things. It was difficult to say Good-bye to my friends, my neighbours and more difficult to say bye to our home. I loved this home of mine. I never knew it so much till now – but looking at the empty house now, with all the things packed and loaded onto a truck – I felt immense love for my home. I loved my study table, my cupboards, my dressing table, my mom’s beautiful kitchen and actually every inch of it.
Now that we got admission in a school, just next to our new house in Chennai, I was really scared of one thing. Will I get friends here ??? Will the class mates be friendly towards me ??? I put up a brave face and went to school, but the fear and the utter necessity of finding a friend, tugged at my heart.
What if none of them talk to me ???
What if they are too busy with their own friends and start rejecting me ???
How can I tell Mom about all these ???
The first day went off just well, even though nobody talked with me so much, I felt OK.
The trouble started the next day.
Because already the group of friends have been formed, I was left alone. I couldn’t join into any group – someone in the group didn’t want me there.
The teachers were so different from the ones I had in Hyderabad. They are more oriented towards serious studies and the concept of having fun in class is totally prohibited.
Every day was proving to be more difficult. Even if some girls came and talked to me, they kept me out of the class secrets.
I felt alone in spurts, when they’ll all leave me and talk something in whispers.
The boys too were unfriendly here. I felt it quite strange that girls refrain from talking to boys here. I had so many boys as friends and we were having so much fun in class, in the city of my heart. But here, everything is different.
Everyday, I cried and complained to Mom. I was adamant on going back to my city. But she had the patience of a mountain. She’ll take all my tears and talk to me patiently. She was the only thing that made me happy in the first few weeks of shifting.
Then after my performance in the half-yearly term exams, slowly the other classmates started talking to me. Performance in exams was a criteria to make friends huh ???? Strange. But still, I was sad – there’s no one called a Friend.
I used to chat with my friends in Hyderabad over the weekend. I cried when they said that they miss me so much and the class is not the same without me.
I was drooling on my sad thoughts, when I heard that 2 girls are shifting out of this school. I wished that I was also among them, to shift back to my friends in my city of love.
But the moment, the new classes began, I found a change in some girls. The going away of those 2 girls has actually given freedom to others to choose their friends. My God, I didn’t know that students can hold others as friends by sheer force or I don’t know what reason.
I found 2 girls getting friendly with me – they came along with me when I went back home – they stood with me to chat about all silly things. And the surprise of surprises, I was responding to their friendship with a smile. I really liked these girls.
And when one of them asked – Will you be my best friend ??? – WOW, I readily accepted.
I’ve come a long way, from that day, probably a little short of an year. But I still remember the day, the friendship flower was offered to me. Its one of the best feeling, I’ve experienced.
I still chat with my friends at that lovely city, but life’s not so bad here too. I am learning to make friends all over again.
The girls who left the school, were partly responsible for my lack of friends before, which I came to know later.
Now, that all’s settled, I am having a great time with my best girl friends.
Someone’s loss of friends was my gain. And I am happy to be here. But given a chance, I would go back to the city of my heart. 🙂