Brother from another mother

June 3, 2010 Mamdooh Cultures, Dream Management, Education, Family, Health, Living, People watching, Personal development, Personal Views, Relationships, 3

As I checked the mirror one more time to look my best (which somehow seemed to have changed over the years from that teenager look) and checked my mobile, cards, you know the old peoples stuff, I walked the walk to the ballroom.

As I approached the ballroom the guards were everywhere, it was a special evening you see. The governor of our city was coming to give a speech and shed some wisdom on our group of grads who seem to still stick together somehow or the other, he said” we are the people that run the city now” how uplifting is that? the sad thing is, we are the grown ups now!

I pass by security and spot the old men who were someday as old as my son today, they swam the lobby with anticipation and eager beaver behavior. You meet the ones that look familiar with warmth and brotherly love, you hug and almost shed a tear when you see the real close ones that have drifted into times elusive and tricky roads.

You wait for them to figure you out, and you try to do the same, its been 25 years since graduation my friends, a quarter of a century that is in century terms, a century being a 100 years. What happens over a time span like that is astonishing and scary, sometimes time will pass someone with minor renovations, and others seem to have total changes, its a long time, but what’s funny is the blood, sound, eyes, humor, mindset,attitude and smiles remain the same.

I suddenly catch myself wondering into memories lane as they start to show pictures of us at school as if watching the History channel on some idle tuesday. If I could only capture the thoughts of the people that night, If I could only jump in memory lane and be there one more day and play with innocence and be told off by my parents, if only I could make my wise cracks at teachers and make the class laugh one more time, if only.

People change over time, the true inner self somehow seems to creep to the surface and become your true identity. The good ones prevail the test of time, and the others seem to bundle up together.

At the end of the night over dinner I was suddenly seated next to one of my brothers who seemed to be exactly the same as he was back in school, and to my left another brother who actually looks like back then, the whole table was the bunch from school with the scars and wins of time written all over everyone present, good job buddies, we made it so far!

Its amazing how we drift in life as if on an invisible conveyor belt taking us to our final destination while we engage along the way in something they call a lifetime.

The guys took me way back, and in those magical moments we all came back to our neutral stage when we were simply a little boy in a school, where all we thought about were the basics and to top them off was the never ending pursuit of etching ones personality and social status among our peers, so simple and so pure.

Just to let you know how darn hyper I was in school (and this some of the guys will remember)The class called for a meeting and on the agenda was to remove me from class for my non stop playing around, while the rest were focused on the grades for college, I was in a never ending joy ride, which I believe is still on ;-).

The river flow of memories during and after the gathering seemed to knock me out mentally and emotionally, where did all those days go? where did the weekends go? where did my friends disappear? Why did it all end so fast? my father told me when I was in school to enjoy it, you will never have a better time in your life, so make the best of it, I guess he never knew how carried a way I can get.

To everyone of my brothers from another mother I really missed you, whenever you need a back or have an idea or laugh to share let me know, I will come running, not for the idea or thing at hand, for you!

I take my hat off to all the fine examples of friends that made the event a happening, you made everyone proud of you guys! keep up the good work and I wish to see more of you to share a laugh, a cup of joe, a simple nothing…just like the old days :-) peace.

mamdooh.alradadi still thinking about last night :-) and listening to this 18 till I die!

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