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This incidence took place recently. It’s not a big deal but it made think of mentality that people have since forever and it has not changed even if people claim to be “open minded”. I wanted to let it out somewhere and I thought this is the best place.

So some guy DM me on instagram, it wasn’t usual hi, hello or any kind of greeting so it caught my eye. It was about how many people are following me and why should I avoid it.

I was disgusted after conversing with him. And I blocked him immediately after that so I don’t have the actual conversation to copy paste. But here’s a summary of what happened:

He asked me to turn my account private. I asked why?

He  : Because bad people may use your photos to create fake we chat account.

I    : If someone steals your food are you going to stop eating?  See, you need to stop bad people not me.

(Upon which I got annoyed.)

He  : I’m just spreading awareness. It’s people like you who pollute things.

I    : So keep your mother and sister covered in ‘ghungat’.

He  : Vahi karunga. Unhe mandir ka ghanta banane nahi dunga, ki jo aaye aur baja ke chala jaye (meaning, I will not let them get used .)

And I will show you how photos get used. I will definitely use your photos and make a fake profile on we chat. 

                                                             

I reported his account and blocked him at that very moment. And then I checked his account which was public (If you are Instagram user, you might know that you can view person’s account even after blocking them). And he had pictures taken with #Babes (he had hashtagged it) wearing LBDs, one pieces etc.

I’m sure those girls in his pictures knew him as a good person and most probably kinda open minded as he is being okay with girls wearing shorts and clothes showing skin. But is he really open minded? The guy who literally threatened me that he will use my pictures if I don’t turn my account private, is he really a good person?  What is up with this mentality? It’s 2015. Where are we on the timeline?

Letter To Ex Best Friend #1

Dear B,

You were my first and only best friend from school. Your older sister and I played for same team and we were good friends too. And because of close connection to your family we were like sisters. I’ve spent lot of time at your place. I cherish it.

You were way smarter than me academically and in many more things. On the other hand, I was very mischievous, I still am. “I was bad influence for you”, this was everyone’s opinion though you never cared.  You knew me. And I always looked up to you as an inspiration. You were the best personality I could be friends with. I respected you a lot.

There was a time when I was shifted to another batch. I was under bad influence and you saw it, you fought for me, for my betterment. You talked to our teacher, changed my batch and took me with yours. I never actually thanked you for that.

But even though my batch was changed that bad influence was not leaving me. That was the time I needed you most, see, I wasn’t mature enough at that time. So yes, I needed someone to show me the path. I wanted that someone to be you. But you left me.

We were busy preparing for our boards and I thought you must be busy with studies. Exams were over, then we parted ways, you chose another stream and I took another. I didn’t even know that you had given up on me. I got to know it from someone else.

Why did you leave me when I needed you the most?

Love,

P.    

                                            

                                                           It's a note you left me when we fought for the first time. 

      (Irony is, you and the bad influence shared same name.)

He Still Loves Me

I don’t need alarm clock to wake me up anymore, I know when sun is up. When I woke up today, naturally my hand went to side table to find my glasses, I put those on and my vision became clear. Still there is something not right or something I’m missing or maybe I’m forgetting something. Aging has really influenced my memory. 

Thinking of same I went to front porch picked up the newspaper, checked mail box, nothing. He used to give me love letters and gifts through that mail box on our… oh dear… I hurriedly opened the scrolled newspaper. It’s __ of July. Oh my my. I just figured out what was missing. 46 years ago on this precise day I said YES.

“We must celebrate” I said, kissing his engagement ring (which I’ve been wearing around my neck for past 6 years). How about his favorite ‘roasted chicken’? That reminded me of our first anniversary when I couldn’t cook. I had burned the whole chicken while trying cooking. How typical of me. That day he sang me Elton John’s Your Song. He wasn’t very blessed in that area, but it was melodious than original. He was good at drawing though. You see all those framed sketches of me hanging on wall, yes, he drew them.

He knew how to love. He knew all my birthmarks, each of them, all of them. He used to write me love letters but never handed me those directly, he would keep them in mail box instead. Those letters described our love affair in a way that whenever I read them, they take me to places I’ve never been before. His idea of romance was gazing stars together at deep dark night. So we would go up on the roof when night is darkest n we used to lie down, holding hands and gazing stars until they disappeared in sunlight.

But now he has become a star. He watches me from up there. You see, he still loves me. In the night when I look at him up in the sky, that star blinks, he still winks at me.