Futility vs. Utility of Catching Up

I often felt catching up was all about checking on each other, to ensure that the other person has not left me behind or vice versa; to see if there could be any synergy; to keep up with the social necessities; to make sure when one has a party there are some people around to invite over; to get affirmations that we all are stuffed up – and thus all is well.

I am still looking for answers to this question – why catch up? Why meet up?

I carried this question with me to India and found somebody I thought could answer this question.

A very inspiring woman who lived by herself and I befriended – very young in her nineties- she lived a life queen size till last year. She has left the physical realm. She told me, you meet people to share. She told me when you share for example your pain – it gets distributed, dispersed among the people you talk about. Your pain gets reduced in size. So it’s downsizing pain by sharing. Similarly when you share your joy, it becomes a bigger joy- so it’s upsizing by sharing.

I have faith in the explanation as given by one of my dearest mates and for now I shall continue making efforts to catch up with all very connected, disconnected, disenchanted, disengaged mates of mine. As I do like to hand over the status report of what I had been doing all those four years personally. It won’t deter me that I have greyed though I try to keep the grey bits coloured or hidden, that I have yet to properly tune into the colour of money, that they had four years of respite from me hassling them to catch up. I am still as insignificant as I used to be, just a speck of dust which can dust itself out of any space.

In the meanwhile I shall catch up personally – because I am a being, still have legs to carry me around and many tales to share.