Promises and maintaining

It is so easy to start and it is so difficult to maintain. This is something which I learned today!

I met my friend Ramachandran who is called Bunty by his family. We were working together in a company way back in 1999. We were together for an year I think. We travelled together and spent time together in the office too.

We vibe with some people very well. We have a sort of frequency match. There is one incident which I would like to mention here.

I was preparing a note on hospital management software to be made as a leaflet. I went on putting my ideas together and when I felt that my fingers can’t take any more of typing work (on a pc of course!) I wrote for fun… ah, so far so good! .. and saved the file and got up.

Bunty, who had gone out somewhere, just then entered. I was telling him that I finished writing the material for leaflet.

He asked me ‘so far so good…?’

I was stunned. I took him to the computer and showed him what I had written in the end of my article. He smiled. This is just one of the incidents.

He is fun, he is a pun-dit. Yes, he can make pun out of anything. When I mentioned about another friend’s father being admitted to Wockhardt hospital for heart surgery, he quipped “undedhe okka haartu, I hope the hospital knows it!”

It was in Telugu. The meaning runs like this… all we have is one heart. Wockhardt had been ‘punned’ as okka haartu. Wow, hats off to him!

He used to come to our home at least one Sunday in two months. He generally went to Vidyarthi Bhavan in Gandhi Bazaar and brought their specialty Masala dosa. Two for each of us. Those days even my mother was alive. So, the count of the dosas would be 12!

Usha, my wife, used to prepare Puliyogare. She was (still is) an expert in preparing the same.

We used to talk all shop because I had moved on to some other job. It would be the best 3 hours we spent.

Later I somehow did not make it. I came to know that he was not well. By the way, he is not married.

Whenever there was a call from him, I used to say, ‘you see, it is difficult to come. But I would love to come’ but never went.

Today, I made it a point to go. Same old Bunty. Same fun. It was as if there was no gap of time between two times we visited. But time has passed. I lost my mother about 1 ½ years ago and he about 6 months ago.

I should go again. Like I said, promising is easy and maintaining the promise is very difficult!