Namasivayam “Ganes” Pillay
FIVE weeks ago, my tight circle of friends took a bashing. Not a literal bashing, rather a very emotional and psychological one. Because of my long association in the world of media, over the years, I have inherited a legion of friends and associates. You can use the term “accomplices” too.
However, through the years one has to divest oneself from some of them, for reasons many and varied. If you are familiar with my writings, the thing you can be assured of is bold and honest feelings put into the written word. Stick with this column, as I have a reason for putting this out there.
So, after careful consideration, I had decided to trim my friend collection down to the bare minimum. It was no easy task. I had known some for aeons. This is what I discovered about friends. You have genuine and fake ones. In my case, because I was a little popular, people gravitated toward me, but as soon as you lose your popularity, the true and fake friends reveal themselves accordingly. Without a tinge of remorse, they move on and clutch onto the tails of another news-making individual and basically live off his oxygen.
Sorting out the wheat from the chaff, as one wise writer described a process, is no easy task; it's highly emotional, controversial, but oh so liberating.
