Of Reunions & Reconciliations…
I mentioned in previous blog entries that I wasn’t keen on holding an open house during the Hari Raya festive period but what do you know, I held three such events in the space of three weekends!!! And the most amazing part was, we still managed to squeeze in the visiting to our immediate relatives’ and close friends’ places. Well not all though, but we still managed to visit the majority, which was good enough. When I was still single, missing out visiting everyone was a norm for me but when I got married and saw how my relatives worked hard to make my wedding a success, I felt so small and made a pledge to try and visit each and every single one of them during Hari Raya, even if it’s for awhile. No, it’s not about collecting the loot and bounty for my children but to at least pay my respects to the people who have done so much for me, when I’ve taken them for granted before this. Anyway, we won’t know when we would last meet them in our lives, so whatever precious time we have now, is a time for us to bridge the gap between us. Family afterall will always be by your side, come what may.
Ok, back to my open house. The reasons why I relented and opened my doors were because quite a few people had asked when would I be at home or when would I hold an open house. Since the family on both sides are big (my dad has 16 other siblings and my mother-in-law has about 13 others as well), and our circle of friends too is too big, we had to split them to three days, one for my family, colleagues and very close friends, the other for the wife’s side and the last for my beloved secondary school mates whom I’ve not met in ages. Even then, we had to limit the number of invitees for the first two events, due to space constraints. So whoever reading this who felt left out, I apologise from the bottom of my heart for not inviting you over.
But somehow I dunno if I should be organising on such a big scale anymore. Cos even when my house was packed to its brim, a certain number of people I had hoped would come, did not. It’s ok if they had sms-ed, called or warned me earlier that they would not be coming, or for the fact that they had guests at home to entertain, but till today, I still feel kinda pissed off at the no-show and non-RSVP of certain people. I have half the mind not to invite a selected group of people anymore as this wasn’t the first time I’ve been snubbed this way. A little courtesy would go a long way if people could say they would not be coming so I could estimate the number of heads I could order the food for and trust me, engaging a caterer is not cheap. Fortunately I was able to share the balance with my neighbours. If not, imagine the amount of wastage of food we would have. You know, when you don’t do one, people would ask, and when you do, people don’t come. So sometimes you’re in two minds as to whether it is feasible and justified to do one or not.
Anyway I’m so glad the wife and I organised a reunion for our ex-secondary school mates from Beatty Secondary. Again, this one had to be limited to our batch only (1991entrees) as the number was already too big to fit in our home, what more now that most of us are married and with kids in tow. To my fellow ex-Beattrites from other batches reading this, please do not despair, we have not forgotten about you. In fact this gathering that we had at my place was also meant to discuss a very big project which would involve you as well next year, God willing. You need to watch this space for more details. Till then, just block that last weekend of Hari Raya next year in your 2009 calendar. If anyone of you would like to take up the gauntlet and help be the representative for your respective batches, by all means, please get in touch with me.
Oh another thing why I felt justified in organising this reunion was because at the end of it, two feuding friends buried the hatchet and reconciled. Age and maturity definitely played a part but above all, time healed the wounds of the past. A pity I did not see it happening lest I would have shed tears of joy. Yes, I am a very emotional person when I see things like these in front of my eyes. I still remember how my tears welled last year when I saw such a scene from two feuding friends kissed, hugged and made up at my cousin’s place. It certainly bodes well now for our upcoming project.
To my dear secondary school friends who set aside time to come over to our crib on Deepavali, thank you so much for making it happen, for making it a resounding success. The banter we shared, the stories we reminisced, seeing our children bonding and playing with each other really made my day. I hope it made yours as well…