Along with drizzles there were agonies of severance when we hugged. That was the pain of heart which the pen might not be able to convey. That is the kind of communion of hearts beyond cultures, community, nations and religions that expatriates makes during their stay away from their mother land in a foreign country. Some of the Japanese people passing through at that late night at Keisei Narita railway station might have witnessed a traditional Indian way of hugging. It was the final moments we shared each other in Japan – Mustain-san and me.
Mustain-san departed from Japan. He was one of my best friends for the last one year stay in Japan. He was the one to whom I could talk at first in the office as a friend, with whom I shared my personal feelings, thoughts, ideas and pleasures. Mustain-san showed me where to do shopping, where to look for economical purchasing and how to transfer trains in Tokyo. Those initial training was very much essential and helpful for my survival in Japan.
We visited many places in and around Tokyo together during weekends. He introduced me to the Indonesian restaurants in Tokyo and one of the Indonesian shop at Okachimachi. During Sundays I also go with Mustain-san to buy some items from Indonesian shop at Okachimachi. The boiled tapioca tender leaves with small fishes tasted good for me. I became frequent visitor to that Indonesian shop till we shifted our stay to separate apartments during September 2008.
Through Mustain-san I learned more about Indonesia and its culture. I had some general idea about Indonesia, but through him I got some deep knowledge of the complex culture of Indonesia and its ethnicity.
We studied lessons of Japanese language together at OVTA and shared our new words while working and walking back to the apartment. We made fun together and enjoyed with other friends. We dined together in different Indian and Indonesian restaurants in Tokyo. Mustain-san was my argument partner interestingly. We argue on technical issues and gained more knowledge. Now I feel a vacuum without Mustain-san.
Mohammad Mustain from Indonesia is no more with me now. He had already crossed the sea that separates Japan and Indonesia. We are far away but the memories are warm in the heart. After all friendship goes beyond sea and sky.
Thanks Mustain-san for everything you gave me during our days together in Japan. I miss you a lot.
Mustain-san departed from Japan. He was one of my best friends for the last one year stay in Japan. He was the one to whom I could talk at first in the office as a friend, with whom I shared my personal feelings, thoughts, ideas and pleasures. Mustain-san showed me where to do shopping, where to look for economical purchasing and how to transfer trains in Tokyo. Those initial training was very much essential and helpful for my survival in Japan.
We visited many places in and around Tokyo together during weekends. He introduced me to the Indonesian restaurants in Tokyo and one of the Indonesian shop at Okachimachi. During Sundays I also go with Mustain-san to buy some items from Indonesian shop at Okachimachi. The boiled tapioca tender leaves with small fishes tasted good for me. I became frequent visitor to that Indonesian shop till we shifted our stay to separate apartments during September 2008.
Through Mustain-san I learned more about Indonesia and its culture. I had some general idea about Indonesia, but through him I got some deep knowledge of the complex culture of Indonesia and its ethnicity.
We studied lessons of Japanese language together at OVTA and shared our new words while working and walking back to the apartment. We made fun together and enjoyed with other friends. We dined together in different Indian and Indonesian restaurants in Tokyo. Mustain-san was my argument partner interestingly. We argue on technical issues and gained more knowledge. Now I feel a vacuum without Mustain-san.
Mohammad Mustain from Indonesia is no more with me now. He had already crossed the sea that separates Japan and Indonesia. We are far away but the memories are warm in the heart. After all friendship goes beyond sea and sky.
Thanks Mustain-san for everything you gave me during our days together in Japan. I miss you a lot.
I loved this post. Friendship remain in heart. It is not the one we have to tell always to the person being loved.
ReplyDeleteYour writing conveyed the right feelings straight away from your heart towards your friend from Indonesia. This shows how deep the friendship is beyond the boundaries of countries.
Keep on writing Mr. Jayaprakash. I join with your pain of separation of a good friend. I had similar experiences and I remembered the same while reading through your blog. Good experience to read your blog. Keep it up.
It is heart-felt narration of a true friendship, I believe. It reminded me of my golden days with one of my friend from Japan in Singapore. We stayed together more than 3 years.
ReplyDeleteGood presentation. I liked to read your blog.
Liked this post a lot.Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis was an excellent post! You hit upon what drives human beings...our connectedness, hopes, dreams and above all companionship!
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