Life is a never ending set of countless events, interesting, boring, happy, sorrowful, passive and active as they might be, they always pass. I guess that is the very essence of life. Life has affected me in various form and aspects. A personal impression can merely cover a fragment of my experiences but I would like to share a much cherished fragment of my experiences today. In my journey so far, I have had many amazing friends, they have always been there for me. They have supported me, held me up just when I was about to fall, stayed with me when I needed someone to rely on. They offered me a shoulder when I wanted to cry, pushed me to be confident when I was too shy, and gave me a reason to live when I wanted to die. A good friend is what a true blessing is. As I like to say “Besides parents, a good friend and good food is all you need”. Saying all this, I think now would be a very good time to introduce a very special friend of mine, RTS.
We first met when I was 4. Strange as it may sound but I still vividly remember that day. I had returned home from school all sweaty and tired. As I entered the room, ready to whine out of the blue just as children at that age do, I saw her. It was magical, it was love at first sight. She was playing with my elder brother and I still remember the happiness on his face. I could tell that he too was in love with her as well. The excitement in our eyes was so genuine and pure as my mother recalls that day, she cannot resist smiling. Alas! Who could resist that allure and charm. Even strong men succumb to their emotions and feelings while we were just children. So I fell deep in love with RTS.
So began our affair. Whenever I talked to her, she responded back with the craziest excitement, we synchronized in magical ways. I understood her and she understood me perfectly. Everyone was in awe and they were happy for us. Some people did get jealous but that was just natural considering her charming personality. As I grew up, she was always there for me, helping me relax, compose myself, stay active and happy. My parents always thought of her as a strain on my studies, they said that she was taking too much of my time, that I shouldn’t spend more time with her. But I loved her too much, I couldn’t resist her and staying away from her even for a day was not in my control.
I remember that trip to Murree when my parents forced me to go with them. She said that she couldn’t come with me. I understood her reasons but I can still feel the pain of parting with her that day. Then I was off to Murree, those long days and sleepless nights. I missed her like crazy and I am sure she missed me too. God those four days felt like a year. But eventually we did get back together. How we celebrated that reunion. Those get togethers and all nighters were indeed special.
But as time passed, college happened and I could not give her the time I used to give her before. My intentions towards her were as pure and innocent as before but she started acting somewhat passively. We could not chat and have fun because of the workload college life has to offer. But I remember going to her sometimes alone at night and making promises to give her more time, my undivided attention and what not. So she came back to me. That was no less than a miracle and we became happy once more sharing the moments of life.
Then University happened, and with it came the pressure and responsibilities like never before. When I was with her I could not focus on my studies and when I was studying, all I could think of was her. It went on a while, me being stuck in the no man’s land. Then one day my mother came to me, telling me I had to either balance it out or to let her go. And I listened to her, after two years in University, I finally found a balance. It did come with a heavy price but that’s the price I had to pay. I only see her at weekends now but wherever I see her, it still makes my day. I still wish I could spend more time with her. I loved her, I still love her and always will. She is RTS (Real Time Strategy Game).
“The essence of strategy is choosing what not to do. ”
― Michael E. Porter
-Syed Kamil Hassan