Chapter 2
Friend of the Guy.
Life in a small town is not so fascinating. It was after years, i was to know the difference of Town, City and a Metro, but the life even then was not so very happening just to realise that sometimes i was bored. I dont remember when i had become a good friend with him. From the days that i can recollect, we have been studying in the same school, sometimes in same class and always had a decent friendship. Was it after i accidentally made him fall from bicycle for which he had to be stitched at places, i really dont know when we had developed a good friendship for each other. We used to share a lot of things between us and after the schools hours, either he used to come to my place or i visit his home. Most of the evenings used to be spent like that. He was very strong by character and had his means in everything. His thought process used to be comparatively faster than me for i used to think that i was better thinker in the school. Once he had duel with two other guys in seventh standard and the fight was rumoured to be for a girl. I got to know the details in next year.
Seemingly he had been 'loving' a girl from sixth standard and two other guys teased her. The teasing was about, well forget it, it is un-Parliamentary to mention it here. I dont have great opinion about love or atleast love at that age. I know that a thinking exists that love at such age is pure and unadulterated, but i am not a big fan to it. But he happened to be my friend and i know him completely and hence i can say that in his case it was true. I really dont remember seeing him much speaking with her or ogling and roaming around her, but he did always remember of her. He had a carving for good quality pens and whenever he bought a pen, her name used to be the first writings. I dont know whether all this sums up to be called a love, but i know this much, that her presence and thought could elate him to any extent.
We moved our way in terms of academics after tenth standard and he being a person with clear thoughts, he went his way. But our friendship remained and i used to meet him whenever it was possible. He was the same person, sharing everything with me. He used to write letters to that girl and keep it to himself for not that he lacked courage but just for the thought that she may say no. I neither supported nor was against it, for i was not having a clear opinion towards all this but i used to just tell him to do anything only after giving a good thought about it. When he was roaming around, due to his natural attributes, he had a lot of girl friends, but he remained good(i hope, you understand what i mean) and deep in his mind was committed to her. The letters to her were piling on and he had a good hand and command in English and Tamil.
One day, he gave me ring and i was to hear his happy voice. I never before, remember him to be excited that much. He told me that he had found her and spoke to her. I am very sure, knowing him, the amount of work he would have had put to discreetly locate her and speak to her in a way not harming her would have been immaculate. He was sounding as if he had attained enlightenment, but for him everything was just nothing but for her. He regularly spoke to her. He used to tell me what they generally spoke, not in particular, and he always mentions that she had inclination in speaking to him. I was happy for him, but at the same time sceptical that things should end good. He started writing the letters again and i saw the amount of time and effort he invested for the letter, which he had decided to post her. He had good knack for various arts. He can draw, write poems etc..,. I saw his first letter, it had her name written in a different way which he told me as an Ambigram, a word which i heard for the first time. I thought that i am under-educated and tried that word with all my classmates and even the staff members, to my satisfaction no one had heard it before.
That was the time, when he used to be on cloud nine always. He used to do a small business out which he earned some money for all his this kind of needs. He was hell bent that he would never call her or spend on something for her out his Dad's money. I started realising where the things were leading to. He was to propose her very shortly and was very sure that she would accept it. Just for argument, I knew that they have been speaking almost everyday for hours and hours, i asked him once how he can say so, for after all she might have been speaking to him just as a friend. That question did make him to think, and that only worsened the case. One fine week end immediately after me asking that question, he proposed to her. He told me that he had given her some time to think over it completely and say anything. He purposely did not call her for a week. Not only he, but also me, was waiting for the reply.
During the times when he was calling and writing to her regularly, i believe that she allowed her friends to read the letters and answer the calls for her. I dont understand till date why she did it. I know this because my friend had become famous among her friends and they have been speaking to him when he used to call her, in attempts to befriend him. He had gifted her a solid crystal piece with inscription of her favourite God, which he had specially got from some God-knows-where place. Those things were totally out of time for all of us. He did visit her and see her from a distance twice, with which i was annoyed. I told he should have had the guts to walk up to her, for which he replied that he did not want to surprise her or do such things which may put her trouble. What the fig.. i used think it all as a total waste of time. That time we were in the third year of the degree and i was really worried that he should keep up his performance, for he had been doing really well always before.
After a week he could not call her for reasons know to me, and he finally called her after one more week. I was there with him when he was speaking to her. I could mildly hear her voice and could not avoid over-hearing things. She had a one liner, "I am surprised and dont know what to say". I remember clearly that she left him hanging rather than saying yes or no. Should i have been in my friend's place, i might have been totally broken down and forced to chose some extremes. But he was composed. He spoke some pleasantries and then hung up the phone. Later two or three more times, he spoke with her, and they spoke as normal, as if nothing had happened. With one sided conversation of my friend, i could make out nothing but wonder how they both can converse as usual, for same amount of time. But i did see some difference in my friend.
One fine day, he told me that he had let her go. What the fig...???
I asked him if she told no or any developments that has forced him to take such decision, for which he replied in negative. I totally could not understand anything, before or even then. All that i could understand and visualise was that my friend being hurt after nine years of dedication and commitment. It may have been one side, but atleast things could have been handled maturely and smoothly to reduce the pinch or atleast could have been stopped before becoming this deep. I was worried, again. But he did recover or atleast showed no signs of damage. But i having been observing him for quiet sometime could make out how much hurt he was. To some surprise of mine, he continued his academic performance and he was the first of all our batch to get settled with a job and move out of the place. After some three years or so, with no attempts from his side to contact her, he asked me if know where she was. I was aware that she was married and settled in life. He was not very surprised, but i was shocked when he told that he wanted to atleast see her once before anything might happen to him. I could not agree, but could not convince him against it.
We decided to visit her in-laws place. He was very meticulous in doing so. He gave a call to their home and informed that he was a friend of her who has just come back from a foreign trip after four years, and heard that most of the friends have got married and thought of meeting them to wish and gift them. We purchased four gifts wrapped in similar packs and went to find the house. He dropped me at place, saying that it may not go well and that he did not want me to be involved, if it is so. He came back after half an hour or so. He could not meet her, it seemed. He narrated everything. He found and entered the house with the father-in-law receiving him with a dark face. Very obvious. He tried to be very friendly with him and the host made him sit and offered a cup of coffee and he had explained him that immediately after Engineering, he got a job abroad and was returning after four years. He opened the bag with four gifts, picked out two with different names written on it, put them back and picked the one which had her name written. He handed over it to him. The father-in-law seemingly convinced of the intentions, told that she is settled in some other place and rang her up and made him to speak. My friend, to obviate any doubts, put the cordless phone on loudspeaker and then spoke to her very coolly. Infact the father-in-law had told my friend that it was her birthday also, as if caught in surprise, he wished her many more birthdays also. As expected, the host asked him to stay for the lunch, which he politely refused by saying that he had to meet three more friends and gift them for their marriages. I think, still believe, it was well executed. Then never ever did he mention about her to me. But i know the dips in his tone also, on every birthday and marriage days, his voice sulks.
Now, visiting her is still a point for discussion, but didnt my friend handle the things maturely. Should he be an insensible person, things might have ended up harming her. He is a well read person, who is aware of things and did handle it maturely, i would say. After so many years, he did mention once that he could have avoided the visit. If my friend was seeing it as adventure or an opportunity, he would not have told me this. Having holistic view makes me think it was my friend's mistake to be so dedicated to her for so long, but he did maintain his stance throughout and kept his limit everytime. Even before proposing to her, he did take his time to read her, but she could have told him a simple NO at any point of time, if not at the beginning itself. If my friend had preconceived notion that 'she is speaking to me, so she is in love with me', it would have been premature and stupid. I know for sure he did not have such thoughts. She could have told him at some point or other, I wish. It was his solitary decision to let her go. Had he not, how things might have turned is discussable. Now he is also married happily (?) and well settled in life.
Epilogue
Was it warranted of the guy to visit her in-laws' place...??? Was it unwarranted of the girl to keep him hanging...??? I dont know.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 4, 2012
One of my friend 4 (Part 1)...
Remember the movie, Kamal Hasan's 'Virumaandi'..?? It had an unique narration of same events from two different point of view. I had a similar experience in regard to events relating to one of my friend. He had been telling me over a period of years about his love for a girl and i being a very close friend of him, i am privy to everything of those days. It was long ago that things did not work between them and they parted their ways. After so many years, recently i happened to interact with a close friend of the girl, with whom my friend was in love with. Few things that she revealed, made me think. Result is this blog.
As usual no names, no direct references and it is just an account of things with no personal perception and am giving it from both the friends point of view in first person narration.
Chapter 1
Friend of the Girl.
After all the hard work in my Secondary School and the Entrance exam stuffs, i reached the college i was destined to. Engineering was the trend and so did i follow. Had i been thinking of relaxing after entering the college, man, i was totally wrong. As such the college had quiet a lot of stuffs in offering making me busy, we were also in caught in the whirl of shifting the affiliation in between the Universities. Nobody knew what we were going to be taught and which University might be conducting the exams. Total goose-run till the end of first year. I was having my own problem of settling down in the college. I am from a 'typical' Town, and have been day scholar throughout my school days. Now suddenly i am hosteller in a city college with a lot of city girls. It was difficult to settle down. Then eventually i met her in my hostel, who was to become my friend, infact only friend in my Life.
Like me, she was also a plain girl. She was very simple, soft spoken and studious. Very simple with clean manners. With our interest for books, music and most other things matching, there was no doubt about sticking on to each other. With her background and straight forwardness, she was the person for me to rely on initially for settling down and later to become my friend. Even i used to think how the friendship happens. With the situation dictating every move of mine, is our friendships made with hidden motive to develop and then build the trust or the other way, i still dont know and dont want to know also. But the baseline is we immediately became good friends and almost swore to be life time friends, which we still are. It was during the later part of the first year in the college we shared our personal life. I was never into any kind of affairs in my school life. Not that i was against it, but simply i was not into it. I did have one or two crushes, but it was crushed in the giant roll of time and the need to keep up with the studies and the compulsive society. She was also the same till her seventh or eighth standard, from when she has been 'attracted' to a guy, so strongly. It is an attraction because, it would be premature of anyone to term it as Love and immature to term it as infatuation. Best part was that she was still having the same attraction. She was in the phase of advancing her self into a commitment, for after all, love is a commitment.
She did have her part of similar skirmishes which normally most of the girls do have. But guess what, in her seventh standard there had been a hand to hand fight between three boys in the same class, what in the heck, she was not even that very jovial with the opposite sex, less that she was interacting with someone in a manner to infuriate others. Very obviously, she was worried and confused about the developments. But all those were past, for now she was not disturbed by any of that set of boys and she was attempting to develop her relation with 'that' guy. By then we had become thick friends and each were reliable to each other to great extent. Everything went smooth till that particular day.
We were in the middle of third semester and were just sitting and wailing away our time, when there was a voice in the corridor shouting my friend's name and saying that she was having a call. There was not much ease of the mobiles then and we can get calls from outside through the tele-switch board to our corridor, basically if someone knows the room number, they can ring upto the corresponding corridor without anyone monitoring the call. It was bit unusual, because her parents call mostly after dinner time and her 'friend' prefers to call in the weekends. We had absolutely no knowledge that that call was going to harm her, the maximum for her life.
It was certainly not from her home or 'friend' for she came back very soon, within 5 minutes or so. Her face was bit pale and totally confused. She told, "It is one of them. He is back. I dont know where it is going to lead me." Those words were for real. It was a call from one of the three guys who fought while in the seventh standard. We were wondering how can that guy reach us so precisely without creating any flutter. Seemingly that guy had made a very small friendly talk with no visible 'harm'. We almost forgot about the call till next day evening, when at same time she again got a call from that guy. This time it was a bit longer conversation of around 8 minutes. She was becoming more concerned. From that day the calls were more frequent and day by day her endurance for the phone calls were increasing, for she was never so keen to speak on telephone. It was almost a month before I decided to speak with her about this issue.
By the time i decided to speak her, they were speaking almost half an hour everyday. Although she had been telling me everything that they were conversing, i thought of having an open talk on it and i knew her well for developing any doubts on her. There was a temple in our college campus, and it was one of the favourite place for both us. One fine Sunday, as usual we went to the temple and were sitting under a tree, i asked what was her stand on the issue, i even asked her why she was continuing that thing. She took her time to reply. She was seemingly doubtful on her own conviction, but she told that she doesnt want any outsider to know about her affair and that she was confident that she can 'handle' the issue. While we were into the conversation, one of our classmate came by, handing over a letter, saying she picked it up the day before for her and forgot to hand over to her. The from address of the letter showed that it was from him. We gazed over the envelope little confused, to open it or not. Decidedly, she opened it and we were expecting a gala romance card, for all the boys are bound to know and do that much only. But it was a handwritten letter folded in three. The moment we unfolded it, it was her name written in relatively bold letters. It was in Tamil and was written in a bit...'awkward', was the word i used then. Following the name was a neatly written letter running into three pages in English. I dont even remember writing a post card to my parents, and hence when i saw a letter of three pages written by someone of my age group, i was having a mixed feeling. She read the letter, hung on to it for a moment or so, and handed over to me. She wanted me to read it. The very first line was shocking wont anybody be, if it read, i still remember exactly, "I want you to read this letter when you are sitting under your favourite tree in the college temple".
The letter was well composed, i should say, narrating his attraction towards her right from the school days. After the school he had roamed around with a lot of girls and has now come back to square one, to her. I expected 'yours lovingly' in the signing block, while it read, 'yours affectionately'. This guy had some knowledge of English, i should say. We sat in silent for some time, wondering how come he knows all those details, for she could not remember saying it to him. The postal stamp showed the place where he claimed to be studying. After thinking a lot, my friend told that she will make all our classmates to read it, for she doubted that without one of their help this could not have been possible. Although i did not subscribe much to this idea, she did the same. Almost after two days of everyone girl in the class reading the letter, one of our friend found the reason for the awkwardness in the way her name was written.
The name although looked as if written in Tamil, it was actually written in English letters, shaped in a such a way to look like Tamil! After knowing this, the word looked 'beautiful'. That day when they were speaking, she did mention that it was good. They kept speaking and now they were daily breaking the half an hour limit. Then came the second letter, which as we expected had a special thing, her name written as an ambigram, the one you could read in multiple orientation. The letter was once again very famous, as it was also circulated. It was comfortable to circulate the letter, as it was very decent and more particularly it never had his name, but for his signature, which itself had an artistic touch. The anagram was an hit, that next day we saw her name written in the same way on the class board, although we doubted, one of our friend told that she had written it. Almost everyone started practising to write their name in that way. More letters followed and every single letter had some or other specialites like an original poem, reading alternate words, modified Bharathiyar poems, a pencil sketch, very old Tamil poems, poems that had her name, etc..,. All these made her and that unknown person more famous in the college, especially in the hostel. Whenever she got his call, one or the other hostellers used to chat with him.
With all these developments, i was growing more concerned. Although we could manage our friends as in to the identity of that unknown person, i was worried. I was worried as in, where all those were leading to. All those things were happening over a period of year or so. I had a conversation again with her, this time more decided of strongly suggesting her to cut him off, to my surprise, she was not inclined to do so. I did have a thought crossing in my mind, that she might be drifting, but could not dare to voice it to her. By now they have been speaking everyday for minimum an hour and in the weekend nothing below two hours. One fine day, she got a parcel and as any guess would go, it was a gift from him. It was her favourite God's idol etched inside a piece of crystal to give a 3-Dimensional look. Although she had been shoving off the letters inside a box, she could not do the same to this idol. It sat on our study table. I guess one of the friends should have asked him to visit and show himself, he told her that he will be visiting us that weekend. While most of the hostellers were keen to meet him, we both were just short of panicking. The weekend came and went, but not he. Next day, he told he was surprised to see more girls with her and hence walked back. He described the surroundings so exactly, that we had no options but to believe that he just walked off right in front of us. This time i told her very clear on her face that she should decide and end one of the guys. She told she will end it for all.
That weekend, she walked to the phone decidedly and when she came back her face was paler than ever. She told that he had proposed to her.
I asked what she had replied to him, for which she told that he had requested not to say anything immediately and to say her decision after one week, the time when he will be giving the next call. That one week period void of his call will help her to decide clearly, he had told. I asked her what she has decided, for that she replied, to my surprise, "He has given me one week to think, let me think!". Unfortunately he did not call in a week and then we were not available on phone, things went like this and our semester exams came. By the time we came back joined for our sixth semester, i did not know the developments in detail, but just that she did not reply anything clearly. One fine day, came a bouquet and well wishing card and a lengthy letter from him. I was not patient enough to read those 8 pages, so saw the signing bock, which read, "Good Bye, wishing you all goodness in life" and then his signature. After that there was sign of him. I thought she 'handled' it as she told she would.
Then the time flew off, we passed out, i got a job and went places and finally settled. She did work for some time, although briefly, and then she got married to a different guy. During the marriage, she was very composed and confident of what ever she was doing, that did soothe me. Things were moving very smooth unless one day, almost two years later to our college, when she called me and she was in tears, saying that 'unknown' personality had visited her in-laws place. I was awe struck. How can he do this..??? What stupid guy he must be...?? Really had no brains to think about the harm it might cause her..?? Fortunately, she was settled somewhere else and her father-in-law made him to speak to her over the phone...what in the name of heck..?? Things were not so smooth from that day. She was worried and literally shaking, whenever the phone was ringing or the door bell chimed. It is a fear that is still lingering in her mind, although there was no further attempts from his side to approach her, but she is always worried.
Is it all warranted..?? Guys dont have any brain and concern to the counterparts. If that guy had been sensible enough he would not only be thinking of himself and his own so called love but also as about the life of the girl. What good could it have done by visiting her in-laws place, that too after two years of peaceful marriage life....?? Was he expecting her to break off the marriage bonds and run away with him..?? What could have been his intent, God knows. I do have lot of respect for the Love and Lovers, but this guy should be a real crack to behave like this. I dont think I would ever be able to forget and forgive this guy, for whatever he had done to my only friend.
To be continued from the Friend of the Guy's point of view.
As usual no names, no direct references and it is just an account of things with no personal perception and am giving it from both the friends point of view in first person narration.
Chapter 1
Friend of the Girl.
After all the hard work in my Secondary School and the Entrance exam stuffs, i reached the college i was destined to. Engineering was the trend and so did i follow. Had i been thinking of relaxing after entering the college, man, i was totally wrong. As such the college had quiet a lot of stuffs in offering making me busy, we were also in caught in the whirl of shifting the affiliation in between the Universities. Nobody knew what we were going to be taught and which University might be conducting the exams. Total goose-run till the end of first year. I was having my own problem of settling down in the college. I am from a 'typical' Town, and have been day scholar throughout my school days. Now suddenly i am hosteller in a city college with a lot of city girls. It was difficult to settle down. Then eventually i met her in my hostel, who was to become my friend, infact only friend in my Life.
Like me, she was also a plain girl. She was very simple, soft spoken and studious. Very simple with clean manners. With our interest for books, music and most other things matching, there was no doubt about sticking on to each other. With her background and straight forwardness, she was the person for me to rely on initially for settling down and later to become my friend. Even i used to think how the friendship happens. With the situation dictating every move of mine, is our friendships made with hidden motive to develop and then build the trust or the other way, i still dont know and dont want to know also. But the baseline is we immediately became good friends and almost swore to be life time friends, which we still are. It was during the later part of the first year in the college we shared our personal life. I was never into any kind of affairs in my school life. Not that i was against it, but simply i was not into it. I did have one or two crushes, but it was crushed in the giant roll of time and the need to keep up with the studies and the compulsive society. She was also the same till her seventh or eighth standard, from when she has been 'attracted' to a guy, so strongly. It is an attraction because, it would be premature of anyone to term it as Love and immature to term it as infatuation. Best part was that she was still having the same attraction. She was in the phase of advancing her self into a commitment, for after all, love is a commitment.
She did have her part of similar skirmishes which normally most of the girls do have. But guess what, in her seventh standard there had been a hand to hand fight between three boys in the same class, what in the heck, she was not even that very jovial with the opposite sex, less that she was interacting with someone in a manner to infuriate others. Very obviously, she was worried and confused about the developments. But all those were past, for now she was not disturbed by any of that set of boys and she was attempting to develop her relation with 'that' guy. By then we had become thick friends and each were reliable to each other to great extent. Everything went smooth till that particular day.
We were in the middle of third semester and were just sitting and wailing away our time, when there was a voice in the corridor shouting my friend's name and saying that she was having a call. There was not much ease of the mobiles then and we can get calls from outside through the tele-switch board to our corridor, basically if someone knows the room number, they can ring upto the corresponding corridor without anyone monitoring the call. It was bit unusual, because her parents call mostly after dinner time and her 'friend' prefers to call in the weekends. We had absolutely no knowledge that that call was going to harm her, the maximum for her life.
It was certainly not from her home or 'friend' for she came back very soon, within 5 minutes or so. Her face was bit pale and totally confused. She told, "It is one of them. He is back. I dont know where it is going to lead me." Those words were for real. It was a call from one of the three guys who fought while in the seventh standard. We were wondering how can that guy reach us so precisely without creating any flutter. Seemingly that guy had made a very small friendly talk with no visible 'harm'. We almost forgot about the call till next day evening, when at same time she again got a call from that guy. This time it was a bit longer conversation of around 8 minutes. She was becoming more concerned. From that day the calls were more frequent and day by day her endurance for the phone calls were increasing, for she was never so keen to speak on telephone. It was almost a month before I decided to speak with her about this issue.
By the time i decided to speak her, they were speaking almost half an hour everyday. Although she had been telling me everything that they were conversing, i thought of having an open talk on it and i knew her well for developing any doubts on her. There was a temple in our college campus, and it was one of the favourite place for both us. One fine Sunday, as usual we went to the temple and were sitting under a tree, i asked what was her stand on the issue, i even asked her why she was continuing that thing. She took her time to reply. She was seemingly doubtful on her own conviction, but she told that she doesnt want any outsider to know about her affair and that she was confident that she can 'handle' the issue. While we were into the conversation, one of our classmate came by, handing over a letter, saying she picked it up the day before for her and forgot to hand over to her. The from address of the letter showed that it was from him. We gazed over the envelope little confused, to open it or not. Decidedly, she opened it and we were expecting a gala romance card, for all the boys are bound to know and do that much only. But it was a handwritten letter folded in three. The moment we unfolded it, it was her name written in relatively bold letters. It was in Tamil and was written in a bit...'awkward', was the word i used then. Following the name was a neatly written letter running into three pages in English. I dont even remember writing a post card to my parents, and hence when i saw a letter of three pages written by someone of my age group, i was having a mixed feeling. She read the letter, hung on to it for a moment or so, and handed over to me. She wanted me to read it. The very first line was shocking wont anybody be, if it read, i still remember exactly, "I want you to read this letter when you are sitting under your favourite tree in the college temple".
The letter was well composed, i should say, narrating his attraction towards her right from the school days. After the school he had roamed around with a lot of girls and has now come back to square one, to her. I expected 'yours lovingly' in the signing block, while it read, 'yours affectionately'. This guy had some knowledge of English, i should say. We sat in silent for some time, wondering how come he knows all those details, for she could not remember saying it to him. The postal stamp showed the place where he claimed to be studying. After thinking a lot, my friend told that she will make all our classmates to read it, for she doubted that without one of their help this could not have been possible. Although i did not subscribe much to this idea, she did the same. Almost after two days of everyone girl in the class reading the letter, one of our friend found the reason for the awkwardness in the way her name was written.
The name although looked as if written in Tamil, it was actually written in English letters, shaped in a such a way to look like Tamil! After knowing this, the word looked 'beautiful'. That day when they were speaking, she did mention that it was good. They kept speaking and now they were daily breaking the half an hour limit. Then came the second letter, which as we expected had a special thing, her name written as an ambigram, the one you could read in multiple orientation. The letter was once again very famous, as it was also circulated. It was comfortable to circulate the letter, as it was very decent and more particularly it never had his name, but for his signature, which itself had an artistic touch. The anagram was an hit, that next day we saw her name written in the same way on the class board, although we doubted, one of our friend told that she had written it. Almost everyone started practising to write their name in that way. More letters followed and every single letter had some or other specialites like an original poem, reading alternate words, modified Bharathiyar poems, a pencil sketch, very old Tamil poems, poems that had her name, etc..,. All these made her and that unknown person more famous in the college, especially in the hostel. Whenever she got his call, one or the other hostellers used to chat with him.
With all these developments, i was growing more concerned. Although we could manage our friends as in to the identity of that unknown person, i was worried. I was worried as in, where all those were leading to. All those things were happening over a period of year or so. I had a conversation again with her, this time more decided of strongly suggesting her to cut him off, to my surprise, she was not inclined to do so. I did have a thought crossing in my mind, that she might be drifting, but could not dare to voice it to her. By now they have been speaking everyday for minimum an hour and in the weekend nothing below two hours. One fine day, she got a parcel and as any guess would go, it was a gift from him. It was her favourite God's idol etched inside a piece of crystal to give a 3-Dimensional look. Although she had been shoving off the letters inside a box, she could not do the same to this idol. It sat on our study table. I guess one of the friends should have asked him to visit and show himself, he told her that he will be visiting us that weekend. While most of the hostellers were keen to meet him, we both were just short of panicking. The weekend came and went, but not he. Next day, he told he was surprised to see more girls with her and hence walked back. He described the surroundings so exactly, that we had no options but to believe that he just walked off right in front of us. This time i told her very clear on her face that she should decide and end one of the guys. She told she will end it for all.
That weekend, she walked to the phone decidedly and when she came back her face was paler than ever. She told that he had proposed to her.
I asked what she had replied to him, for which she told that he had requested not to say anything immediately and to say her decision after one week, the time when he will be giving the next call. That one week period void of his call will help her to decide clearly, he had told. I asked her what she has decided, for that she replied, to my surprise, "He has given me one week to think, let me think!". Unfortunately he did not call in a week and then we were not available on phone, things went like this and our semester exams came. By the time we came back joined for our sixth semester, i did not know the developments in detail, but just that she did not reply anything clearly. One fine day, came a bouquet and well wishing card and a lengthy letter from him. I was not patient enough to read those 8 pages, so saw the signing bock, which read, "Good Bye, wishing you all goodness in life" and then his signature. After that there was sign of him. I thought she 'handled' it as she told she would.
Then the time flew off, we passed out, i got a job and went places and finally settled. She did work for some time, although briefly, and then she got married to a different guy. During the marriage, she was very composed and confident of what ever she was doing, that did soothe me. Things were moving very smooth unless one day, almost two years later to our college, when she called me and she was in tears, saying that 'unknown' personality had visited her in-laws place. I was awe struck. How can he do this..??? What stupid guy he must be...?? Really had no brains to think about the harm it might cause her..?? Fortunately, she was settled somewhere else and her father-in-law made him to speak to her over the phone...what in the name of heck..?? Things were not so smooth from that day. She was worried and literally shaking, whenever the phone was ringing or the door bell chimed. It is a fear that is still lingering in her mind, although there was no further attempts from his side to approach her, but she is always worried.
Is it all warranted..?? Guys dont have any brain and concern to the counterparts. If that guy had been sensible enough he would not only be thinking of himself and his own so called love but also as about the life of the girl. What good could it have done by visiting her in-laws place, that too after two years of peaceful marriage life....?? Was he expecting her to break off the marriage bonds and run away with him..?? What could have been his intent, God knows. I do have lot of respect for the Love and Lovers, but this guy should be a real crack to behave like this. I dont think I would ever be able to forget and forgive this guy, for whatever he had done to my only friend.
To be continued from the Friend of the Guy's point of view.
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