Life is fucking unfair
Lately I have started going to confessions pages to publicize my blog. Some of the confessions are weird.
A guy wrote that he liked a particular girl. Now he specified a name of the girl but he didn't specify his own name. Now what is the point in saying that you like a girl if you don't even specify your name. You should have this conversation one on one. But he reasoned it out. Angels like that particular girl don't have time for humans like him. I mean this is heights of flattery. Is she you school teacher from whom you are begging for two more marks needed by you to pass a particular course?
In another confession, someone wrote that he liked possessiveness in a girlfriend and didn't understand as to why people hated it. I said "See the thing is that a possessive girl tends to get on your nerves after some time. Initially it feels good that you are getting all the attention in the world but after some time it becomes annoying. She tends to pick up fights like "Why were you talking to her?". She should have faith in the relationship and you, that you wouldn't cheat on her. Because someone who has to cheat will cheat anyway, no matter how possessive she gets. This is my point of view, but it is good that you are comfortable with the possessiveness of your girlfriend and like it. Wish the two of you a great future ahead.
A guy wrote that he liked a particular girl. Now he specified a name of the girl but he didn't specify his own name. Now what is the point in saying that you like a girl if you don't even specify your name. You should have this conversation one on one. But he reasoned it out. Angels like that particular girl don't have time for humans like him. I mean this is heights of flattery. Is she you school teacher from whom you are begging for two more marks needed by you to pass a particular course?
In another confession, someone wrote that he liked possessiveness in a girlfriend and didn't understand as to why people hated it. I said "See the thing is that a possessive girl tends to get on your nerves after some time. Initially it feels good that you are getting all the attention in the world but after some time it becomes annoying. She tends to pick up fights like "Why were you talking to her?". She should have faith in the relationship and you, that you wouldn't cheat on her. Because someone who has to cheat will cheat anyway, no matter how possessive she gets. This is my point of view, but it is good that you are comfortable with the possessiveness of your girlfriend and like it. Wish the two of you a great future ahead.
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In reality I felt that the guy was low on self esteem and wanted some attention in life which his girlfriend was giving him.
I even go to the blogging site Quora for blog publicity. A question asked " Have you ever been friends with a girl / guy in the hope that
someday his / her mate would leave him / her and you would get a chance?".
I replied "This phenomenon is quite common. I mean you continue the friendship in the hope that one day the other person will break up. And the other person encourages you for that. He/She will have those cozy talks with you for hours at night. And then they expect you to do stuff which generally just a friend won't do. At the end of the day either they kick their boyfriend/girlfriend's ass and you have a happy ending or they kick your ass and continue with their relationship. Or even better they leaves both of you and goes for a third person."
I replied "This phenomenon is quite common. I mean you continue the friendship in the hope that one day the other person will break up. And the other person encourages you for that. He/She will have those cozy talks with you for hours at night. And then they expect you to do stuff which generally just a friend won't do. At the end of the day either they kick their boyfriend/girlfriend's ass and you have a happy ending or they kick your ass and continue with their relationship. Or even better they leaves both of you and goes for a third person."
Well I can go on telling you about such replies forever, but that is not what you are here for so let us start with the story. Actually, it is someone's life I am discussing and by calling it a story, I am demeaning it. So
Start of life
DISCLAIMER
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Strains of Mariah Carey floated in the background as we held each other and swayed to the rhythm of the music. It was the night before our final exams in our batchmate's apartment in Vile Parle. I realized that I had fallen for this girl. I had gone to Xaviers, Mumbai with her for the past 3 years, and I never thought twice about the fact that I met her more than six times a day. She was like my drug. In fact I should say medicine because I felt great around her and she wasn't any harm. She meant the world to me. She was just the annoying though gorgeous looking girl hailing from a well-to-do Punjabi family based in New Delhi. Her idiotic jokes and tantrums would make me giddy with laughter. She was very jolly hearted and always used to lighten the spirits around her. And now I was dancing with her. She was an amazing dancer with a very flexible and agile body. We started talking about nothing in particular, laughing and joking about anything and everything.
On September 29,2009 Shruti (fictitious name) and I met with an accident. Shruti had asked me to drop her to maternal aunt's house with whom she was staying. Shruti was texting her boss. I took a left turn. A middle-aged man in his SUV was speeding and hit us on the passenger side while I was taking the turn.
We were rushed to a hospital. I was unconscious when Shruti took her last breath. The impact was so much that it led to her heart collapse. I was hospitalized for a week. I had to see a neurologist and had bruises all over my body.
That night we had gone shopping for our engagement which was scheduled next week. She took to me more than ten designer boutiques and stores to help her decide her engagement outfit. She looked ravishing in traditional wear. She was all chirpy and really excited about the engagement. Even I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
That night changed many lives altogether. Even though our families have been very supportive all through, our parents cannot describe that feeling of having a daughter/daughter-in-law one minute, and then in the next minute, to have no daughter/daughter-in-law. In simple words, our world became a lifeless and meaningless place. The people who got engagement invitations were gathered for such a different reason.
It has been almost four years now. Shruti is still an integral part of my life. During the lunch hour at the office today, I was going through her texts. She had once texted me that I should learn to make chapatis because she could never make a perfectly round and fluffy one. I could feel her presence. I saw Shruti being swathed in white. I saw something very innocent and pure being burnt.
It might sound very stupid, but I sometimes rush to my mother, to sleep beside her. I get scared of things. I stare at the fan rotating above me, for hours. I was planning to start up blogging to put forward my story and views. Your blog solved my purpose. I don't wish to disclose my identity. My colleagues, friends and relatives feel that I should consult a psychologist because I have not been able to move on with life. My parents and sister have accepted me. They feel that I am getting better with time. They know what Shruti meant to me. With her everything else has gone- my happiness and my dreams. For me, it is
The End
Strains of Mariah Carey floated in the background as we held each other and swayed to the rhythm of the music. It was the night before our final exams in our batchmate's apartment in Vile Parle. I realized that I had fallen for this girl. I had gone to Xaviers, Mumbai with her for the past 3 years, and I never thought twice about the fact that I met her more than six times a day. She was like my drug. In fact I should say medicine because I felt great around her and she wasn't any harm. She meant the world to me. She was just the annoying though gorgeous looking girl hailing from a well-to-do Punjabi family based in New Delhi. Her idiotic jokes and tantrums would make me giddy with laughter. She was very jolly hearted and always used to lighten the spirits around her. And now I was dancing with her. She was an amazing dancer with a very flexible and agile body. We started talking about nothing in particular, laughing and joking about anything and everything.
On September 29,2009 Shruti (fictitious name) and I met with an accident. Shruti had asked me to drop her to maternal aunt's house with whom she was staying. Shruti was texting her boss. I took a left turn. A middle-aged man in his SUV was speeding and hit us on the passenger side while I was taking the turn.
We were rushed to a hospital. I was unconscious when Shruti took her last breath. The impact was so much that it led to her heart collapse. I was hospitalized for a week. I had to see a neurologist and had bruises all over my body.
That night we had gone shopping for our engagement which was scheduled next week. She took to me more than ten designer boutiques and stores to help her decide her engagement outfit. She looked ravishing in traditional wear. She was all chirpy and really excited about the engagement. Even I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
That night changed many lives altogether. Even though our families have been very supportive all through, our parents cannot describe that feeling of having a daughter/daughter-in-law one minute, and then in the next minute, to have no daughter/daughter-in-law. In simple words, our world became a lifeless and meaningless place. The people who got engagement invitations were gathered for such a different reason.
It has been almost four years now. Shruti is still an integral part of my life. During the lunch hour at the office today, I was going through her texts. She had once texted me that I should learn to make chapatis because she could never make a perfectly round and fluffy one. I could feel her presence. I saw Shruti being swathed in white. I saw something very innocent and pure being burnt.
It might sound very stupid, but I sometimes rush to my mother, to sleep beside her. I get scared of things. I stare at the fan rotating above me, for hours. I was planning to start up blogging to put forward my story and views. Your blog solved my purpose. I don't wish to disclose my identity. My colleagues, friends and relatives feel that I should consult a psychologist because I have not been able to move on with life. My parents and sister have accepted me. They feel that I am getting better with time. They know what Shruti meant to me. With her everything else has gone- my happiness and my dreams. For me, it is
The End
First of all, it doesn't sound stupid. Secondly, if you feel her presence, you should know what she is trying to say. She is trying to say that you should move on with life. She can't bear to see you like this. So, if not for yourself then at least for her try to stay happy and move on. Pursue some hobby to keep yourself occupied. Don't go to a shrink. They just eat up your money. Try to find happiness in small things because life is fucking unfair, you don't get happiness, you have to find it.
You can share some incident with me. Mail me at sid1391990@gmail.com. You can even leave it anonymously in the comments section of the survey.
Later
Sidhant
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You can share some incident with me. Mail me at sid1391990@gmail.com. You can even leave it anonymously in the comments section of the survey.
Later
Sidhant
For blog betterment, those of you who haven't, please fill the 2 min anonymous survey at http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/FVDKBY3. In the survey please also specify in the additional comments section, how you found about the blog.
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