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pop goes the weasel!

There is nothing more complex than  human relationships and emotions . Came back from a play that was a murder mystery thriller with the backdrop being unhappy marriage and an extra marital affair ! At times when I look around me I find the complexity looming large , jealousy, underlying malice, sarcasm and a race to prove I can live without  you ! And it is all camouflaged nicely with a superficial smile ! I would have revolted even a few years back, but now I go with the flow....have I lost the sting? Maybe, like Bhaskar tells me only a few years are left....why waste it in a quarrel..enjoy what you get , when you get ...all Osho style
And then I wonder are there real friends ? Or is there  always sheen over our innate jealous mind? I must be in a bitch-of -a -mood to ponder over this on a sunday evening ...but after having "lost" so many of my friends to reasons that are trivial and trifle I realized it is better to go with the flow...enjoy those who are in your life here and now without thinking "what they ever did for you " or " what will they do for me in the future " !! And friendship like any other relationship is brittle...there isnothing called a  lifelong guarantee! I would be lucky if I still have a few friends left  in my old age ! I guess Winnie and Eyeore are part of folklore ...really! And I guess in the end it is always "pop goes the weasel" !! And with time you learn to get the pop together and piece it....broken is never as good as new...but you still compromise and do with a substitute ! 

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