The Happy Club

   The moment I open my diary, so many memories come up to my mind like a million colors. Like each color has it's own uniqueness, each memory has it's own specialty which would fill our hearts with varied emotions.

   Coming back to what I want to convey in this post, I want to tell you about the number of times I regretted for something bad I had done. 

   Looking back at the pages of my diary, I suddenly feel, "Why did I ever do something so mean to a person?" I feel like apologizing to that person at the very same second. But soon, I realize that it's too late. 

    In the month of January, 2011, me and my best friend started a small club named 'The Happy Club. We successfully ran it for 2 weeks or so. Later, many many people began to join the club and we started hosting many club meetings, contests, and many more. But, the only time when we both used to start a fight was in the matter of sharing the money we used to get.

    So, to avoid fights like that, we decided that one will get money only when they will take the initiative to invite others to join the club. We both agreed to it. Considering that, I managed to invite one of my classmate to the club. She readily joined it and paid me my money.

    I was too much excited and I went running to my best friend's bench to tell her that I got paid. As soon as I said that, she pounced, "I deserve that money because I also talked to her and it's because of me, too, that she joined the club!" I didn't like the sound of that, so I said, "okay, wait, I will be right back, soon," and went rushing to that girl who wanted to join and asked her to write a proof that it was only 'I' who deserves the money as I worked so hard to convince that the club is really worth joining.

    I was so selfish then, I still regret, that I was not ready to share the money, but instead, made her feel sad . . .because, as soon as I went to my best friend back with the proof in my one hand, she looked at me in horror, didn't even complete reading the proof, went to her bag, took out the club's money box , removed all the money inside it and handed them over to me, saying, "There you go, take all the money. My effort or yours, all you want is the money right? Take them all . . .be happy. That's what our club's motto is, right?"

    I was quite taken aback when she said that and stood there, completely speechless. I didn't take the money she gave. I didn't know how to act. After much hesitation, I yelled, "I'm not greedy, okay? Don't ever think that I want all that money! I don't even need one rupee of it! I don't want to feel this way, so better, you take the money ! At least, you be happy! I won't think that you are greedy. You be happy, YOU ARE THE CREATOR OF THE CLUB! AFTER ALL! Not me! I give up! "

    That was one time when the club almost failed. We had a big fight for a silly reason. But, we were so close best friends (and still are ) that we didn't want everything to ruin down. Both, the club and our friendship, so we managed to solve the money problem out and swore that we both would never ever fight because of this matter ever. She adjusted even when she also deserved the money; she gave the registration money of that girl to me. I said that I didn't want that anymore, but still, she forced me to take it.
   A week after all that happened and everything was alright and running smooth, I had not brought Math textbook and so didn't she. Unfortunately, we both had asked to borrow the book from the same person. Our fight started again. Yeah, but this time, it was even big. I argued that I was the one to ask first and also, her bench mate had a book already. She didn't listen to what I said and started arguing.I got angry went to my bench back, took my Happy Club batch and tore it into pieces.
   I still wonder what made me do that! After seeing me tearing my batch, the other members tore their batches too! And my best friend saw it and she cried . . .
   I said sorry to her a lot, later on. We both sat together and had long argument and finally, we became friends back. But, the only thing that didn't last was our club.
   The motto of it, to keep everyone happy, was never met because it was one of the reasons we always used to fight. Maybe it helped us earn money, but we were not happy by that. Or we were  . . . I still don't understand it yet. My best friend used to love it when she used to conduct all those club meetings.
  All what I wonder is, "why did I be so mean and become a reason for the quitting of the club. . .?"