Thursday, August 25, 2011

SIDE EFFECTS OF BEING DUMPED EVEN BEFORE THE START OF AN OFFICIAL RELATIONSHIP

      I was recently dumped (Is the word ‘dumped’ even right? It wasn't even an official relationship, I don't know, readers, you guess) by a very beautiful, sweet, cute and charming girl (read bitch!) before I could even propose to her. She made me fall in love with her and then, she went and fell in love with another guy (Refer to the previous post if you want to get an idea about this). Anyway I got hurt, moped about it for a few days and now I am getting back on my feet. But, getting dumped has both advantages as well as disadvantages, so these are some of the things that I observed in myself from last week that I am going to put down in here:


1. You try to tell everyone that you are hurt but stop yourself short because people will think you to be weak:
People, it really hurt. When you were nearing to the certainty that this was it, and then suddenly the whole situation changes, and you are the one ending up with injuries while the other one is euphoric to find a new paramour. The problem is that you can't share this with friends (at least I tried not to, but couldn't go on any longer) or even your family (no, I haven't told them anything about it). In this position, the more you try to hold the pain in, the more it hurts and the more you try to shout it out to people, especially to the one who actually broke your heart.
I AM HURT. I WAS BETRAYED. SOMEBODY HEAR MY PAIN.
But you can't do that because you will lose your dignity and also your ego for this. You also can't go on like this forever, so you leak it out to only a very few trusted select friends, and they try to console you; after that you put on a brave face and become strong as you think that, at least these people are with you.
Parents! That's a very different story. Just say a thing and you get a long lecture in return. That is because they have sent you so far away from home to study and not to experience puppy love. Therefore, how much you try telling them that you are heartbroken, all they can hear is that you are not concentrating on your studies and thus, instead of finding a little bit of support from your family, all you can see is that the whole discussion is going down into the gutter.


2. You promise yourself to avoid any contact with her but instead, you, yourself, end up contacting her:
After getting dumped this unceremoniously, you promise yourself to avoid all possible contact from her, phone, Facebook (you block all her news feeds after you realize this), Gmail, and even, in class; and keep as much distance, you can, from her and you do that for two weeks by not answering her one call and two sms-es. But after some time your resolve weakens, giving in, as your friends suggest and you, yourself, consider that you still have to spend one and half years more in the same class with her; you try to develop an attitude that it was not a big deal. Thus, you swallow your pride as you initiate contact again just to remain in good terms with her and talk to her in class as she tells you that she is angry at you for not returning her one call as well as her two sms-es (just two) in two weeks and you can't say anything to that because in your mind, you are shouting, “YOU MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU BITCH !! AND THEN YOU DUMPED ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE!!!!”; maintaining a poker face only to manage a weak smile. And then later when you see a Facebook update of her being sick, and that very second, you ask her about her health over the phone through a sms and then, begins a round of conversation where you try to leave in the middle but you can't, as your ever helpful attitude doesn't permit it, and you inform her about the ID registration at the college on the next day.


3. Friends treat you like, you have survived a very fatal car crash:
I haven't told many of friends about this, so the first response from a friend (who came to know about it from other sources) was, whether I was OK or not. At first I didn't realize what the friend was talking about, and then I realized…The next friend gave me a long lecture on Gtalk, that these things happen, they are a part of life, at least it happened before I was too involved in it, and to just move on. (No offense meant to anyone of them!!! If you people hadn't been in my life, I would have really spun out of control). I found that I was being talked to like a survivor of a very fatal accident. Actually the crash was very much real but it was psychological (now whatever that means!!).


4. You immerse yourself into work (and study), wholeheartedly:
To take your mind off things, you get yourself to work and even find yourself doing the work of others, too. You get yourself into the Club’s training session and find yourself to forget about the whole thing, till it is over and you are idle for the rest of the day doing nothing but reminiscing over the whole fiasco again and again.
You are very surprised to find yourself to take up your books to study at this time (which is really weird because you study only on the day before your tests and just a week before the semester exams). You get yourself a big heavy book on Linguistics from the departmental library which you think, you really intend to study).
I am an avid player of computer games. But since last year I haven't played many games instead I concentrated on downloading movies and TV series. So I bought myself the Medal of Honor (2010), a first person PC shooter game. Installed it and did everything, but it didn't work. Got more frustrated and shut down the computer and went to sleep, cursing my luck.


5. You get a deep hatred building inside you against the total womankind (No offense meant to any of my female friends):
Since you get dumped by a girl, it is obvious, that you are going to hate her. But as time passes the anger rises to a level that you started hating the entire womankind. Exceptions are only for your mom and a very few select female friends (but sometimes you might forget about them and they might have to bear the brunt of your hatred, which might be detrimental to you physically in the end game).
We had a course in our BA 3rd year called ‘Fallen Women’. It was a simple one. In the Victorian ages, the man would get the woman pregnant, promising her better future (as in marriage) to them, but would abandon her later, leaving herself all alone to take care of the illegitimate child; fighting for herself in a very rigid and judgmental society. Novels by Thomas Hardy, George Eliot, and several other writers were taught in this course. In this course, there were only four guys including me and more than twenty five people were all girls and among the guys, only two of us were regular and the girls were…very regular. In the classes, there were very heated discussions, on how men were, simply, dogs and how insensitive they were as they considered women nothing more than commodities. I don't know about the other guys but I could really feel the two hundred year old anger of these women as well as the girls (in the class) for the male human species on me. I could feel some of the girls actually breathing down my neck, ready to pounce on me and beat me black and blue for the past transgressions of these men (which I was really not a part of). At the end of the class I actually felt like running out of the class to save myself. I understood their anger and pain but LADIES!!! That was more than two hundred years ago and even if you need to release your age-old anger, just go and find the actual "bad" guys and punish them. Don't hurt the guys who actually are nice to you!! Today, you have achieved great accomplishments, one of them being that you people have actually reversed the whole situation, as, now you are the ones who lure the guys who actually believe in true feelings (and are nice to people) into your booby traps (pun not intended) and as they get hurt, you get yours jollies off them (not just in my case, but I guess, there are many cases like me). Very nice of you people to turn into such conniving bitches. So, RECOGNIZE THAT!!!


6. You start to imagine very unrealistic scenarios:
These symptoms are very common and they start from the day you are dumped.
What happened? What did you do wrong? Your mind goes into overdrive imagining every possible scenario…then these scenarios progress to develop into the disturbing ones that show you in a very angry mode, trying to strangle something (read someone!).
Later, as your mind tries to cool down, you think of what more you could have done. What an idiot you had been. Why couldn't you see the inevitable? Whether you were really had been wrong or not. What did the other guy have, that I didn't have right now? Oh yes, I got it. I had everything except a job (the joining is in the next year while mine will be one and half years later), a cool motorbike, a four wheeler car, probably a Maruti, a furnished flat and yes, of course, money (I do have money but not that much). How could I miss that?
Anyway, as you give it more time, these scenarios become more and more unrealistic. For example, your mind forms scenes similar to that of action movies, where you fight a bunch of bad guys (terrorists or gundas), save innocent people (this is optional as long as you save your loved one before them), become a hero and regain the love that was lost (co-incidentally I was watching "Die Hard" last night, which had a huge similarity to this). But alas!! Those types of situations don’t happen in Kolkata, at least not in front of you.
You also have a tiny hope that she might return, and you, even, imagine those situations and try to practice your reactions to them, too.
Lastly, when you have nothing more to think about this, you tell yourself that she is the one who was wrong for leaving you, because you might not have been perfect at this (as I was very much new to this), but you were real enough not to betray and hurt anyone, and she wasn't. She just lost a great guy from her life and she will never get him back. And you are not exaggerating this fact, even for a bit.


7. The number of fags that you smoke, goes way up:
I am not a chain smoker, I am smoke in control. One or two cigarettes in a day and on some days, I don't. I had promised myself that I would quit smoking the day I got into a relationship, but it seems that God has another set of plans for me. Therefore, after the situation turned bad, my smoking increased in somewhat of an arithmetic progression from this week, I smoked about 35 cigarettes and this is only the fourth day of the week. My lungs are going to be toast within a few weeks, if I continue like this.
Booze is also a solution but money problems prevent you as well as common sense prevails when you remember the last time you had large amounts of booze and the throw-up situation that followed.


           Anyway, these were some of the experiences that I had in the last couple of days. Moving on is difficult, but it actually builds character, I guess. At least I am a little bit smarter, stronger and cautious than the last time. Now I have a little bit of an idea about how the mind of a woman works. Ladies go for the fattest chicken! REMEMBER THAT GUYS!!! I saw a movie called Pyar Ka Punchnama, a few days ago, and it was actually a chauvinistic view on women but the stuff that was shown was all true and I experienced one such situation. Therefore, people, who didn't like Pyar Ka Punchnama, SUCK IT!!!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Wrong Guy

The last six months of my life had been the best (till now, which is turning into a nightmare). I thought that I had finally found someone. And she was a real darling, too. Beautiful, cute, sweet, intelligent, funny and charming…and she seemed interested in me. At first, I was skeptical. I have a type of inferiority complex in me which causes me to question even a slightest change in my life that seems too extraordinary. What did this girl see in me after being in my class for three years, when I was completely invisible being a “universal brother” in front of every other girl in my class? (That’s right! In my class I seem to have developed a reputation of being a “safe” guy. Now whatever that means, I think that either that makes me a brother of some sort to every girl or derogatorily, gay). Anyway, coming back to the story, this girl seemed to like spending time with me, and gradually my skepticism started to fade away, I started liking spending time with her.

I was very happy. This was it!! Someone actually likes me for what I am…I was in euphoria. It wasn’t like the last time. She actually paid attention to me. We started Sm-sing each other, which amounted to huge numbers, I admit. The conversations were rather cheesy but I liked them. I found that we have common interest on several matters. We shared movies and TV series on DVDs. In class, too, I felt that she behaved like there was something more than friendship between us. I actually started believing that this was going to lead to something good. I knew about her previous relationships which did not end well. But I never asked her about them. My friends suggested that she would be very cautious about her future relationships so I was very careful not to get too clingy to her. I even refrained from confronting her about her feelings about me and I, too, stopped myself from divulging my feelings because of the same reason as last time as I would like to stay in a limbo of uncertainty rather than face her, revealing my feelings for her and getting myself devastated with her answer which I wouldn’t have liked. I thought that it would be better if things take their own course.

She invited me to a movie with her two female school friends at 9 am in morning (to reach the movie complex at that time and from a very long distance I had to fight tooth and nail to get there), she invited me to her house (read she dragged me to her house). Involuntarily, I was trying hard to fulfill these near impossible wishes but it never felt like it. Whenever I had the chance I would accompany her to her bus and wait there with her until her bus left. There wasn’t a single day when we didn’t talk through SMS and sometimes these conversations would last till late night. At college, her one smile was enough to make forget all my troubles and sadness in my life and fill my mind with sunshine and hope. Just being with her, made my day, happy and hopeful. I had fallen for her.

This continued for quite some time, until few weeks ago, when, while roaming around in the mall with her, I met a male friend of hers, who was going to drop her off at her home in his bike. I didn’t like anybody taking her away from me,( I had actually involuntarily and accidentally, scratched the guy on his hand while attempting a handshake) but I didn’t give any indication of my dislike and instead left them , heading back to my hostel. Later, that night, while exchanging messages I teased her about that guy being her new boyfriend and she denied, saying that he is just some friend who dropped her home whenever he was in the area. I was somewhat relieved.

One and half week later, the same situation happened again. This time, too I didn’t say anything and just walked away, waving a good-bye.

Everything returned to normal. Until three weeks ago, I noticed a sudden lack in the amount of messages from her. I thought that since I was not taking up the initiative, she might have been a little miffed with me. So I called her up and sent some messages. It turned out that, her phone didn’t have any balance at that time.

But last week, something happened, which was very unexpected. A bolt from the blue! Just on the day after my birthday (just imagine the timing!), at college, I was with her during a free period in the class chitchatting when I involuntarily teased her about a new guy in our class who had dropped her home (again!). She dismissed it but revealed that since the past few days she has come to have a very big crush on the “mall-home dropper” guy (actually I forgot his name!!) and wanted him to be her boyfriend. I was completely taken aback but stopped myself short from shouting on her, “What was I, your fucking bag carrier”?

She continued ranting about him as she blamed me for teasing her on “that” “fateful” day and causing the “inception” of the idea of that guy being her boyfriend in her head, while I tried keeping my face straight, managing a few weak smiles now and then. I knew I was out of the big picture anyway; I was about to head home that day so I had to be at Esplanade to catch a bus home. Coincidentally, she, too, was going to meet some of her school friends at the same place and asked me to drop her off and I, being the “ever helpful guy” that I am, obliged.

Reaching Esplanade, we had to find where her friends were waiting and even after a number of phone calls we couldn’t find them and instead ended up walking down the whole area from Grand hotel to K.C. Das More for two times until she found them under the Esplanade Clock Tower. Here, the funniest thing happened when I saw that the “mall-home dropper” guy was among her group of friends, and he took her off my hands while she skipped towards him happily, and walked off with him, completely forgetting my existence, only remembering to wave me a small good bye, leaving me there standing speechless. That’s when I realized the irony of the situation and what a big blind idiot I had been.

Did I lose my chance of proposing to her? Did she even really like me? Or was I just a rebound for her from her previous unsuccessful relationships, a time-pass? Did she consider me gay? Or was I again just a safe guy for her, only a friend? Was it me who thought that I had a chance with someone whom he thought, had shown some interest in him? Was I the only one who had it all wrong?

Smiling at my ill-fate and questioning myself again and again, I began wondering at all the things that I had been wrong about, as I headed home wallowing in my own anger and pain.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Wrong Name

I have known her for more than three years. I met her in my first year; she was in my class. The first day I saw her, I fell head over heels for her. Her eyes were so beautiful; there were times when I felt like drowning in them. Her smile lit up my whole day. A perfect mixture of intelligence, wit and prettiness; she had a perfect personality. After meeting her, it seemed that I came to the college just to see her. The days when she talked to me or even just touched me on the shoulder asking, “What’s up?” made my day worth a lot…The days she missed college or didn’t talk to me, I became so grumpy that even my friends couldn’t tolerate me.

But the only problem was that I couldn’t tell her anything about my feelings. I couldn’t face a “No” from her, even if there was a 99% possibility of that answer... I would like to stay in a limbo of uncertainty rather than face her revealing my feelings for her and getting myself devastated with her answer of possibly being a rejection. This was the extent of my fear. The irony of the situation was that, everybody except her knew about my feelings for her. (This is the case for me, even today)

She had a very good rapport with everybody, except me, I guess. I was a just a nice guy to her. In addition to that, I was very shy in front of her. “Shy” in the sense that I stayed away from her just enough, for her to notice me but not too close where, I, in my weakest moment, might let slip up and divulge my feelings for her in some way or another. This was what I did, for two years…

At the beginning of my third year, by some strange turn of events, she actually got close to me. Not emotionally, mind you; basically she again joined the club where I was a member of. I was overjoyed to see her at the club outing. I thought this was my chance. Maybe I could talk to her again…know her more…

But she stopped coming after that day. Again she grew distant, and I again returned to the former Shy-self. But I did look out for opportunities just to talk to her and spend some time with her even if that meant, for instance, going to the Xerox shop for half an hour to photocopy notes for her when I had a class in ten minutes.

This was the situation on that particular day, when she needed help to get some class notes. Fortunately I had those notes and I jumped out of my bench to be the knight in shining armor and even offered her to accompany her to the Xerox shop to get them photocopied. A friend of mine, who is known as Pratim( the name has been changed a little), accompanied both of us to the shop. I was a little annoyed at him for being the “kabab mein haddi” but in the long run, I am really grateful to him for being present there, that day. The shopkeeper got busy with his work and she chirped about how and what she was doing those days, talking to Pratim while I was in the background, just happy with her presence. I was too mesmerized with her, to notice that I was being completely ignored.

When the work was done, she looked at me smiling heartily, and said, “Thanks a lot, Pratim.”

I was awestruck for a moment after which I realized that it was not my name that she was thanking but of my “kabab mein haddi” friend, who was trying to suppress his laughter which I could see from the corner of my eyes.

She continued, “I would have been in great trouble if I didn’t get these notes in time, so thank you very much, Pratim. You really are a lifesaver”.

Then she turned around and left, while I stood there, dumbstruck, like an idiot, with my friend who, now, was unable to control his laughter.

That was the day when I learned love is very much overrated.