“Men are such bastards.” - SheetalSheetal stopped her narration for a few seconds and looked at me. She then asked a peculiar question. “Can I tell you something?”
“Shoot,” I responded.
“Men are such bastards.” I and Virat immediately coughed into our glasses of juice. Man can this girl be on fire.
It was Virat who responded. “What?”
Sheetal continued. “That girl, she was in love with him. And I mean-love. She used to talk with her friends about how she was going to live happily ever after with Mohit one day. And not in one of those Barbie doll kinda ways but actually be serious about what she was speaking. You couldn’t make fun of her dreams. Because they were so pure. I actually wish I had that sort of pure dreams rather than be the supposed practical girl that I am made out to be.
And that Mohit, who was also supposedly head over heels in love with Anjali, turns out to be this big creep. He told her that he loves her and that’s why he wants to live with her. Which is fine, his definition of love might be different from ours. But then, when she says no, when she explains to him that her values are different from his, he calls her immature and traditional and dumps her. She could have done the same thing. She could have called him a pervert, sleazy minded slug-but did she? No. Even when he was the one who came up with the incredulous suggestion of having a live-in relationship, she actually tried to work it out. And that’s why,” she said pointing her finger at both me and Virat turn by turn, “men are bastards.”
Virat is really a funny guy“Yeah, alright, woman,” I said. “Whatever,” I added just to show my sarcasm.
Sheetal got up from her seat. “Anyways, I have got class now. So I’ll talk to you guys later,” she said before pecking Virat on the cheek and leaving.
As Sheetal was leaving, it was then that I noticed a group of six girls come in. And among them was that one girl whose face had continued to haunt me since yesterday night. Even now, that face looked so radiant, so calm and beautiful that I just couldn’t take my eyes off them. The innocence in that face was so palpable it was stunning to know God could have been so unkind to such a girl. How could anyone and I mean anyone break the heart of this girl? I wondered.
It was Virat who brought me back from my trance. “So I guess I should be leaving too then,” Virat sid following my gaze towards Anjali.
“Huh!” I said initially, not fully registering that Virat had actually said anything. Then, when I realized what I was doing, to avoid any further embarrassment I said, “Of course not dude. We’ll leave together.”
Virat almost sneered. “It’s alright Rahul. I am fully capable of walking back to the hostel alone. In fact I am actually worried about you. I hope Anjali Shah can walk you back to the hostel or maybe drive you back on your Pulsar.”
I was in no mood for any further taste of Naari shakti.“Yeah, ok. Enough with the jokes now,” I responded.
“Alright dude, you are the boss,” Virat said, picking up his bag and getting ready to leave. “All the best. I hope your second meeting is just as successful as your first,” he said mocking once my again my tryst with Anjali yesterday night before finally walking out the canteen door.
I sat there for two minutes thinking whether to approach her or not. I then decided not to, for there were 5 other girls along with her and as I had said before, my reputation precedes me. Especially as each one of them would know about my encounter with Anjali yesterday night and being her friends they were liable to have a go at me. And I was in no mood for any further taste of Naari shakti.
Then just when I had decided that it wasn’t the most opportune time to make an acquaintance with a girl with whom I already seemed to have shared so much, I saw her sitting alone at the last table of the canteen. Her friends seemed to busy ordering food and chit chatting among them selves, leaving Anjali aloof. I guessed that was because she wasn’t in the mood for a chit-chat, as she had just broken up. Thinking that this could be the time to make things right between us and apologize for yesterday night, I went across to her table and took a seat opposite hers. She didn’t seem to notice me initially and just kept staring across the glass at the end of the canteen from which could be viewed the Civil and Architecture department building.
“Shoot,” I responded.
“Men are such bastards.” I and Virat immediately coughed into our glasses of juice. Man can this girl be on fire.
It was Virat who responded. “What?”
Sheetal continued. “That girl, she was in love with him. And I mean-love. She used to talk with her friends about how she was going to live happily ever after with Mohit one day. And not in one of those Barbie doll kinda ways but actually be serious about what she was speaking. You couldn’t make fun of her dreams. Because they were so pure. I actually wish I had that sort of pure dreams rather than be the supposed practical girl that I am made out to be.
And that Mohit, who was also supposedly head over heels in love with Anjali, turns out to be this big creep. He told her that he loves her and that’s why he wants to live with her. Which is fine, his definition of love might be different from ours. But then, when she says no, when she explains to him that her values are different from his, he calls her immature and traditional and dumps her. She could have done the same thing. She could have called him a pervert, sleazy minded slug-but did she? No. Even when he was the one who came up with the incredulous suggestion of having a live-in relationship, she actually tried to work it out. And that’s why,” she said pointing her finger at both me and Virat turn by turn, “men are bastards.”
Sheetal got up from her seat. “Anyways, I have got class now. So I’ll talk to you guys later,” she said before pecking Virat on the cheek and leaving.
As Sheetal was leaving, it was then that I noticed a group of six girls come in. And among them was that one girl whose face had continued to haunt me since yesterday night. Even now, that face looked so radiant, so calm and beautiful that I just couldn’t take my eyes off them. The innocence in that face was so palpable it was stunning to know God could have been so unkind to such a girl. How could anyone and I mean anyone break the heart of this girl? I wondered.
It was Virat who brought me back from my trance. “So I guess I should be leaving too then,” Virat sid following my gaze towards Anjali.
“Huh!” I said initially, not fully registering that Virat had actually said anything. Then, when I realized what I was doing, to avoid any further embarrassment I said, “Of course not dude. We’ll leave together.”
Virat almost sneered. “It’s alright Rahul. I am fully capable of walking back to the hostel alone. In fact I am actually worried about you. I hope Anjali Shah can walk you back to the hostel or maybe drive you back on your Pulsar.”
“Alright dude, you are the boss,” Virat said, picking up his bag and getting ready to leave. “All the best. I hope your second meeting is just as successful as your first,” he said mocking once my again my tryst with Anjali yesterday night before finally walking out the canteen door.
I sat there for two minutes thinking whether to approach her or not. I then decided not to, for there were 5 other girls along with her and as I had said before, my reputation precedes me. Especially as each one of them would know about my encounter with Anjali yesterday night and being her friends they were liable to have a go at me. And I was in no mood for any further taste of Naari shakti.
Then just when I had decided that it wasn’t the most opportune time to make an acquaintance with a girl with whom I already seemed to have shared so much, I saw her sitting alone at the last table of the canteen. Her friends seemed to busy ordering food and chit chatting among them selves, leaving Anjali aloof. I guessed that was because she wasn’t in the mood for a chit-chat, as she had just broken up. Thinking that this could be the time to make things right between us and apologize for yesterday night, I went across to her table and took a seat opposite hers. She didn’t seem to notice me initially and just kept staring across the glass at the end of the canteen from which could be viewed the Civil and Architecture department building.
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