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Friday, February 26, 2010
Quest for love
At the moment, I am pissed off – why can’t girls n guys b ‘just’ friends? Why the hell this “L” word has to creep in, after some period in the friendship? Is it so important for a guy to have a girlfriend and vice versa?
I met a girl – Pranita, online or through internet. It was she who first started this saga which turned out be burdensome and a big headache.
It began after I left India and came to US in August 2009. After a few initial introductory scraps on orkut, we got along well. We happened to be having similar ideas, and our frequency hit the right chords. We progressed all the way from orkut to facebook to late night long chats on yahoo with shared cams. No doubt, our sleeping cycles were disturbed greatly, when we could not sleep till early morning. I remember barely being missed by being hit by a truck when rushing to my laptop in an evening after a busy day, just to talk to her on our regular time.
She is a nice girl – candid, sensitive, diligent, attractive, well cultured, having a broad modern outlook towards life, enjoying life to the fullest. She enjoyed partying, boozing, weed, besides being a careerist. I must say, she was pretty close to being my kind of girl. In no time, we were addicted to each other. Our days never ended without being in contact. She proposed to me on my birthday in September, but I was skeptical. After all, I never met this girl in person. But still, I decided to give it a shot, as I knew if it works well till we meet in India in 2010, she is going to be the one for me for life. Our affair went on breaking all bounds, going erotic and too personal, and I trusted her. I felt so close to her that it was only her I called, after getting terribly drunk in worse of my times. She consoled, cared about me, teaching me to take it easy in my life. That was the happiest period of my life, I must say. It’s a great feeling to have when you know there is someone on this earth somewhere, who cares about you truly.
Of course, like any other typical girl, she looked for long term commitment, and I liked this thing very much. I thought she was not a flirt. And so, on her birthday in December, we decided to spill the beans and take this thing one important step forward, by involving our families, for good as our responsibility towards them as kids. I knew this was not going to be of much use, as I knew the traditional orthodox approach of my typical Indian family towards this approach of finding a life partner through dating or hooking up before wedding. But I didn’t want to disappoint her, by erasing her crazy hopes. I also warned her about the hard times we could be facing, which could endanger our own relationship. And that was the first mistake in our affair.
We told our families about each other. And as expected, our families were more interested in our castes than knowing us as a person. The days followed with strong clashes between us and our families, and there seemed to be no way out, till we all met in India. These arguments between me and my parents were not about her, but about basic principles of personal freedom. I really appreciate her approach in these days, when she used to pacify me and showed me hope. It was the same story with her and her family, the only difference being I was away from my family and she was with her family. Still, we were adamant on going against the current, and making it in a happy ending, eloping, if necessary, against our family opposition.
In India, stories and news spread faster than a fire. There were no surprises when people began talking about us, and our families getting pissed off. My arguments with mom intensified. But this was going in a totally wrong way, so something had to be done. I shared everything with her, and also convinced her about how difficult things can get for her, as a girl in India. I suggested her reducing our social contacts, now that we had reached on a level so personal, that the hugs and kisses scraps on orkut / facebook didn’t really matter. This would pacify our families to some extent and also buy us more time, till we meet in India, and try convincing our families in person. She was skeptical with this, and never really agreed. In the end, after telling her that it is more important for us to stay in touch personally than through social sites, I removed her from my list of orkut / facebook. I also assured her that things will improve after I come to India in the beginning of 2010.
But, things didn’t turn out as hoped. She was hugely upset, assuming that I am giving more importance to family on top of her. I called her after coming to India, and she never called back, thus, erasing any possibility of meeting in person and getting things straightened out.
Today, on Feb 26th 2010, I finally decided to take the risky route by calling at her home. As expected, her brother answered the call, and transferred the call to her without much trouble. I heard her voice after 3 weeks, and my heart still skipped a beat. After initial talk, she told me she is getting married in this April to some guy in her caste, succumbing to her family pressure. I could understand the enormous stress she handled in the mean time. But that was the same with me. I killed my stress by losing consciousness in smoke and liquor, all these days.
I don’t know if she still has any feelings towards me. But, when I sit back and think now, I feel lost in a hurricane of questions. I wonder what we gained from our short but sweet affair of almost 5 months. Nothing really, I suppose, except me getting a smoking and alcohol addict, losing a hefty 9 kilograms and well being of my health.
I pity my close cousin brother who keeps on getting one girl after another through such internet hookups and travels overseas just for the sake of a girl. As of now, he still doesn’t have a trustworthy girlfriend and needless to say, he is financially broke in spite of a lucrative job, and is getting older to marry, putting the whole family and relatives in concern.
What the hell went wrong in all of this? It is definitely going to take me some time to get over this.
Phew!! I feel better now after puking everything out in writing. May she live happily ever!