The Problem

Maybe it is a simple problem and as usual I’m seeing a teeny-weeny insect through a magnifying glass. But, there is a guy- one smart, sharp, ambitious, fairly decent looking guy. So far, so good. He’s also lethally practical and got one of those chillingly, amazingly clear minds with a temper and tongue to match. We are as alike as red and white and it need hardly be said that the next part follows as well.

Fights. Lots of them- it starts small, rakes in generously all its past avatars and boom. No talking for a while- I read Jhumpa Lahiri in the meantime; console myself that boys are straying assholes anyway, lots of relationships are doomed from the start, it is OK to be single etc. but one phone call (quite shamefully, even a missed call) and I end up forgiving him so completely. All those vows of doing different things (yes, even things differently) down in Mumbai’s sewers mixed with muddy water. I love him, but I say it so often it sounds hollow. I become pathetically pitiable when he says stuff in anger and then says he doesn’t mean them.

I look for the tiniest signs in those terse remarks he makes that he likes and cares for me- that there is some connection beyond the very strong physical attraction between us (both of us can’t keep our hands off each other in private and it has been enjoyable, though few and far between)

So, is this that all-overpowering love -that one side of me mocks at, while the other tells me to relentlessly pursue in the hope that it will work out in the end? Am I dramatizing what I must accept can never take off or am I painting a one-sided, victim centric picture of the whole thing? What else can I do, beyond the most obvious, yet vague ‘get a life’ ? I don’t know. Loser, u dare say?

Revenge is sweet

12th Grade

I'd been with this guy for a while, and was just about to go to Uni. I wouldn't make out with him, which he really wanted before I went away. Then one night I found out he had been with someone else, my friends caught him kissing a girl in a club, but he didn't see them.

Anyway, trying to work out the best form of revenge, I told him I was ready to go all the way with him, and on the night before I left, I went round to his house as his parents were away.

We were in his bedroom and I took out some scarves and convinced him the only way it was going to happen was if I could tie him up!

He took off his clothes, and I tied him to the bed. When I was sure he couldn't move I told him I knew all about his other girl, and how I really felt about him, then I left him there!

Apparently his brother found him like that a few hours later!

Didn't feel the least bit bad, he deserved it for cheating...

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