Monday, June 11, 2012

Of high school crushes and all

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The following situation is just an example of what might arise when you are completely sleep deprived, wide awake past 12 in the night, texting and/or calling peoples who can make you see sanity but they decide to pretend to be busy and not reply and you lose your sense and do something extremely stupid. Well, in my case, it was a result of the above mentioned and the fact that a high school crush lasted like 5 years. The conversation should be understood to have happened between 3 (or more people). For general understanding, I’ll name them as follows: Usual-Self (or US) - the self who you will normally encounter when you talk with or meet me. Subconscious-Self (or SS) - the self within that talks sense into me in all sorts of situations, that valiantly argues against the US and is never afraid to lay forward blunt truths as arguments and also, sadly, loses to the US most of the time, its voice going unheard. DY (or DY only - cannot say name, go) is the forlorn high school crush that my heart so willingly harboured for the past 5 years – it deserves appreciation considering the fact that it never let go of this DY in spite of the fact that it found other souls it thought were worthy enough to invest love and emotions in. ‘How silly?’ are you thinking? Tell me about it. Keeping all this in mind and hopefully some pity for the wrecked soul that narrates this story, you may proceed to read further.


So I lie wide awake at about 12:30 in the night, exhausted from waiting for replies for the text messages I had sent to a couple of people who usually succeed in putting my drifting mind to ease. I resort to throwing tomatoes, rotten tomatoes and even broken flower pots I found on the terrace to this one fellow who I desperately wanted to talk to (read: Snowman) and he still maintains his silence extraordinaire. Now the mind starts playing silly games on me and the US temporarily convinces the SS that sending a text message to DY was a brilliant idea. Barely leaving any time for the SS to comprehend what was happening, the text message is sent.


Me (US): Hey, hi. Reply, no? (SS: Great conversation starter.)


DY: Who is this?


Me (US): Schoolmate of yours. Never really got to talking with you at school. Gathered courage (SS: Gathered WHAT? YOU’RE NOT TYPING THAT!) and wished you on your birthday.  You didn’t even reply. (SS: Seriously, why would he reply to a message from an unknown number?)


DY: My mobile wasn’t working properly that time… Who is this? (SS: *smirks* He’s just being nice.)


Me (US): XYZ. From XII Section X. (SS: What are you? Like 14?)


DY:  Oh… Hey wassup?


Me (US): Umm. Sky. Enamo no stars today. Sorry, eh. Hate that question. (SS:WHO ARE YOU KIDDING? How much does it take to talk normal to this guy? You’re talking for the first time!)


DY: Where are you now?


Me (US): Motta maadi (terrace). Home. Chennai.


DY: Nice... But I meant in general which college and stuff... (SS: God! What must the guy think of you now!)


Me (US): Oh. Sorry. Just finished my Blahblahblah at Blah College. Currently applying for Blahblahblahblahblahblah. (SS: And he’s recruiting you for a job.)


DY: Oh... finished graduation! Congrats


Me (US): Thanks. :) How’s life at the premier institute? Interning somewhere now?


DY: Yup... Interning at BLAH...


Me (US): Cool. No idea how I got the courage to text you again. (SS: There you go again!)


DY: Why does someone require courage to text me?


Me (US): Someone, I don’t know. I do. Not sure why though. :S Took me like what… 3 years to decide to ask someone for your number and actually text. (SS: Honest and all okay, but you’re freaking the guy out!)


DY: Oh where did you get my number from?


Me (US): Make a guess. Not very difficult.


DY: ABC?


Me (US): Haha. No. Snowman. And you know ABC? (SS: Why DID he guess that?)


DY: Yeah there's a guy in my hostel who is also in the team he told that ABC asked my number... That’s why...


Me (US): Mayor. Mental Mayor, is it?


DY: Yup... (SS: Now remember to throw a flowerpot at that guy the next time you see him at the insti!)


DY: So which college you applying? When? (SS: Thank God you didn’t have to dig for some explanation there.)


Me (US): Got selected at BLAHEST today. Waiting for my interview call from OkayPlace. AnotherOkayPlace also.


DY: Did you see this movie QASDFR?


Me (US): Not yet. Did you? Is it any good? (SS: Thank your stars now that the guy is actually trying to pull a convo out of this phail situation.)


DY: Am sitting in the theatre and bored like crazy... :( (SS: SUCH.A.BULB. Now you know why the guy is texting you.)


Me (US): Haha! And you’re texting me? Are you serious? :D (SS: Now go ahead and make the obvious explicit.)


DY: There is nothing good in the movie... Anyways why did you give me a chocolate on the last day and all that?


Me (US & SS): *heart skips several beats* (to self) He still remembers that?! *tears of joy*


Me (US): Lol. You’re finally asking this after 3 years. :P It was a dare. Was supposed to be. You calmly said ‘Thank you’ & left. Barely dare material. :P


DY: Lol... All I cared for then was the chocolate... :D


Me (US): Even when it came from a girl you’d never even said hi to? :P


DY: You said friends and offered the chocolate so I took it and said okay... I seriously thought you would try to speak some time later… (SS: You can go shoot yourself in the head & then hang yourself up. YOU did not remember that bit? The ‘friends?’ bit? And he all along expected you to speak up? DIE!)


Me (US): Damn. Back then, you were this intriguing guy dribbling a tennis ball & singing to himself in the corridor all the time. And a very brainy one at that. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you knew me in the first place & I really didn’t think you’d remember. (SS: I can’t agree more.)


DY: Those were real nice times... I knew you of course... There were very few girls in school anyways... :P (SS: And you thought while reading the first half of the message that he was being nice.)


Me (US): Not entirely true. :P (SS: Yeah, right. Try and save your own grace.) I used to think you were mad in a nice way. :D


(after what seems like an eternity of silence) Err. Did I say something wrong?


DY: Lol... Was driving back home that’s why no reply... Not your fault if you thought I was mad


Me (US): Mad in a nice way only. (SS: *facepalm*) You’re at City1 or City2 now?


DY: Ciy1 in my friend’s house now...


Me (US): Ah. How’s the intern going?


DY: Intern not very awesome but is okay


Me (US): Nice. It just struck me. (SS: YEAH, RIGHT! :D) You did see me at the canteen the other day la? If you knew me, why not come over and say hi? (SS: God knows how long you’ve been dying to ask him this! :D)


DY: You were with someone right?


Me (US): Umm. Shd’ve been ABC or Snowman. I’m with either of them. Lol. That’s why?


DY: If it was Snowman I would have come... I don't know ABC at all... That's why...


Me (US): Ooh. Okay, okay. How come you’re up this late? Office iliya tomorrow?


DY: Tomorrow Saturday... We no work on weekends... :P


Me (US): That should make your intern awesome enough. :P


DY: But generally work is from 9 to 6:30 and its so far away... :( (SS: DO NOT IMAGINE A PUPPY DOG FACE and go ‘Aww’ at that smiley he just sent!)


Me (US): Aiyo. That is one taxing field, no? You’ve got <insert keyword> work ah?


DY: For one week I had... But they can't provide accommodation hence no more site work... :)


Me (US): Haha. Lucky you. So. What other interests apart from football and sport-crush-is-supposedly-good-at? (SS: Definitely 14. And now he knows you stalk him.)


DY: Nothing much... Used to play hockey too but now became too injury prone so even not playing much of football...


Me (US): Hmm. Heard from OneGuy that you guys used to have some sort of HP fan group or something at school… :) (SS: God, please let Snowman be wrong for once and PLEASE let this guy be a HP fan!)


DY: Not me... Me was never a big fan of Harry and also they did that in 11th and I was in Batch-something-else at that time... I still remember you singing ‘Vellai Pookkal’... That was the first time I ever heard that song... Would you believe? (after prolonged silence from my side) Slept?


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Yes. I did fall asleep and I’m sure you’d know how stupid I felt about myself when I woke up and found that this was the message I’d got when I had dozed off. Let’s say, both the US and the SS unanimously declared that I was stupid but also agreed that this guy sure did remember quite a bit about me and maybe I deserved a pat on the back. I should also mention that the SS promptly reminded me that DY had also mentioned about there being very few girls at school. US vehemently disapproved of this idea being the reason behind why DY did remember quite a bit about me. You do too, right? Now, if you also share an equally embarrassing episode in your life, you are welcome to share it and make the author feel good about herself or at least make her feel like she has company here. If you’re laughing reading this like my noble friend Snowman did after he heard but half the story on phone, you are welcome to shoo away because I am going to go dig a hole in the ground and bury my head in it. I hereby hold Snowman solely responsible for this disastrous night of my life and whatsoever the consequences it holds in the future. Now, GO.


P.s: Dearest, Snowman. After you’re done reading this and laughing your ass of all over again or even distributing printed pamphlets of this story to all the people you know and forcing me to think if I should probably dig a life-sized pit in the ground to bury myself alive, go be of some use in life, call up that guy and find out how much of a phail he thought this was.




(Somehow this little bit of innocence stuck through the growing-up years. Just this case where for once I saw myself fret and worry over talking to someone. There would’ve definitely been some point where I would’ve written about this. I just thought, ‘Why not now?’ DY was/is a nice guy. I hope we turn out to be good friends.)



8 comments:

Kathiravan said...

'SS: Definitely 14. And now he knows you stalk him'....beautiful

Unknown said...

Made me remember all my high school crushes :D HAHA

KrishnaVeni said...

Shiva...I totlally enjoyed reading it...u kno i automatically made all the modulations while reading...and the SS part was gr8..damn damn real!!! it happens no?!! ;)ya wil giv u a company in tis..similar things happnd,u kno :) and dear dont go bury urself coz at plcs I was giggling too :P
Keeeeeeep writing....Awesomest Writer u are...and tis one is cool and nice :) Love u Sweetz!!!!!

Rajesh Mohanam said...

Excellent read it is and reliving my high memories while reading through this! YD and US convo is good.. SS taglines :) just awesome.. Wondering if that was YD's SS or YD's US! ;)

"(SS: You can go shoot yourself in the head & then hang yourself up. YOU did not remember that bit? The ‘friends?’ bit? And he all along expected you to speak up? DIE!)" ... BANG..!!!

That's the reason why i hate Milky Bar chocolate! :)

You ROCK!!

P.S : Have been learning lot through your blog!

Srunika Kannan said...

Its both D'awwwww (i know you'll disagree and fish for compliments but shush) and HILARIOUS!!! :) had me grinning thru out, kid! Made me miss having a crush but brought the warmfeelingintummy back! :) :D so much fun.
And wait what? Okayplace? Really?! Blahest was so... Hi5! :D :D Premier institute and blah?! Nah.

Oh and fyi... Silence extraordinaire? French. :D

:D :D love and hugs :)

Swetha Fonseca said...

such an amazing read it was siva..
very lighthearted and extremely funny...
wayn to go girl.. keep making us proud..
love you:*

Pati said...

Million dollar ideas strike at 2 am.. How true! I was giggling throughout.. I'm here to give you company.. Keep writing dear..

Mayank Raichura said...

Hey Princezz...

Here I'm, after being woken up by your niece (and then she goes to sleep while me stuck at thinking what to do) and unable to sleep again.

Awesome write up......enjoyed it thoroughly....