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Reunions and Runarounds


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After a group of friends haven't seen each other in a long time, when they meet up in cyberspace someone is bound to have a brainwave and suggest everyone to get together... A reunion.

So what goes into conceiving and planning a reunion?

First, the idea surfaces somewhere pleasantly, and everyone says 'what a great idea!'... 'it's been so long'... 'Splendid!'... and so on and so forth. Next, someone asks the brilliant question - 'Who's going to plan it?'

Silence...

And then someone suggests a name... and that person suggests another name... and so the buck gets passed, round and round until someone says 'Hey, let's do it in KL... That's a central location... So and so is there, so let's get him to do it!'

And so the hapless guy takes up the challenge, becomes the leader, and starts delegating tasks... and surprise surprise... the ones who were making the most noise are the ones who are least inept and reluctant and taking on the assigned roles... They whinge and whine... Oh, it's too difficult, it's too far away, it's not really possible, bla bla bla...

After which one of the more dependable ones steps up and starts to do what is needed, smoothen a few ruffled feathers, set up communications, start a blog, get some polls started, delegate some tasks...

Then suddenly, the quiet ones start to find their voice again... with little voices... voicing their dissent to the plan... 'Oh...you know... having it at the state where I live would be much better...it's cheap, convenient, bla bla bla...'

At which point this movement starts to snowball and others also find their voices...peeping out... making noise where there was previously silence...

Question is, if they had these brilliant ideas in the first place, why didn't they say something while it was still worth something? Why give their tuppance worth after things have been set in motion, when other people had already spent a few sleepless nights planning and getting things in motion?

So...what goes into conceiving and planning a reunion?

A lot of heated arguments, bickering, and the motherload of all inconveniences...

Let's just hope the end result is worth it.

Comments

ZARA 札拉 said…
Salam Sir.

That's happened in my life as well. After what I did, they'll still complaining and asked me to fix the mess that they created.

Just hope that everything will be great for u sir! Good Luck!
Abdullah said…
zara/syafaza - It's quite a normal thing to happen isn't it? very frustrating...
Dr Nurul Yaqeen said…
salam..a very relevant thought:)
Let me guess bro.. You were the that guy?
Abdullah said…
Yaqeen - yes...I just hope the scenario does not play when our batch starts the reunion process.

Ed - I was the guy termed as one of the 'more dependable ones'... It just sucks you know...I don't think any of them even read this blog entry, so that does add to my frustration a bit...but it does some good to vent, I believe..
izzati fuad said…
can never please anyone right? :)

good luck sir for the reunion. hehe.
Princess Liyana said…
Good luck Sir...;)huhu..
Galadriel said…
I do.. I read ur entry Bear! I wish I was there I mean closer to home to maybe help u in any way possible.. but alas.. lets just hope and pray all will turn out well k..Shian...
Abdullah said…
Ijat & Liyana - thanks girls..

Galadriel - It's nothing...don't worry about it... :)
percicilan said…
Banyak songeh eh..
:)
Abdullah said…
A'ah... xpe la...kawan2 kita...so kena bagi leeway sikit...
Ozzie said…
bubbs, i know what u mean.

planned the reunion for my school recently (due end of dis month), and since we're in kl, me and some buddies decided to organize the whole thing here. then the jauh2 ones started to complain. distance, price, lodgings, etc... some even accused us as being lazy - that we planned according to our own convenience. so many complaints lodged, no actions taken. it's not like we're getting paid for our efforts. when told to organize at their own hometowns, suddenly they're too busy, suddenly they have no resources. as if we're just sitting around with big piles of resources handed out to us in d first place.

big talk from little people.

sabar je la bubbs. cannot please everyone.
Abdullah said…
Sue - I believe you have summarised everything I had to say...
Ozzie said…
ur entry touched a nerve - sorta what i was feeling, but never said out loud - that's all. been keeping it all inside for quite a while!

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