ADOPTED SISTER

 Relationship is a word that has multi-dimensional prospectives. My tenth class result was complimented with a new mobile phone. It was an act of respecting  privacy by my parents, who then thought me to be matured enough.

  SMS was an effective tool used to keep in touch with people. Men like me, who had a very low eye contacting skills, were helped a lot by this. The person chatting with you never saw any cheesy expressions on your face, and you get a lot of time for creating punch dialogues. The telecom providers too facilitated this with a lot of cheap SMS offers.

 Messages were sent and received in hundreds. People seemed to honor this service by recognizing it as a hobby. But one of the numbers in my inbox surprised me. Initially I thought it to be ‘make a fool’ approach. But this girl with a beautiful voice put me in a crisis. She was unaware of the fact that I was still a Cartoon Network addict who never missed Tom & Jerry shows in the evening. The notion of romance appeared to be too terrifying except when expressed by those bubbly cats.

 Of course I was eager to receive her messages, but stammered unreasonably after reading it. The idea of a girl in love with me was encouraging but , I was not prepared to handle female emotions and thoughts, when I was myself stuck in a out-of-control mode. Helplessness is a state of conscious syncope, where only your friends held the key for hope. This incident was shared unconditionally.

  The news of a girl sending me messages had almost paralyzed half of their thinking capacity. Collective approach resulted in multiple brainstorming sessions, where different solutions were put in. Majority of the solutions were in support of the girl, but I was not ready to get stammered any more and was wavering.

 This guy who had a dominating knowledge in girl psychology put up a striking idea. Girls always want their boyfriends to be of an acceptable standard. Once they doubt you to be treacherous or thought you to be a bag of unexpected dangers then you are out. This trait was taken advantage of.

  A phone call was made. Hearing her innocent voice wrapped in hope made me reluctant in executing the idea. The propounder of the plan took the plunge and there was a nice re-establishment of familiar words in a very low grade manner. She went quiet, but showed immense guts in hearing all the well structured spontaneous eruptions of high grade insult.

 I expected the plan to be a success as there were no messages there after. A call form her number again was of zero probability, but this girl seemed to be outside the limit of logical approaches, because she called back in two days. She talked very politely and to my astonishment she was very resolute and unwavering with her decision. She declared unceasing messaging thereafter.

 The next better solution was considered. A change in my number. The alteration of my number was undertaken with extreme confidentiality. I was saved. I had thoughts about that girl but never a second thought on my decision.

  After a long gap when you apologized and introduced your boyfriend to me, I was glad that I had a place in your most remote memories. Accept my late apologies for what I had done. Let me take this opportunity to upgrade our relationship, by making you my first adopted sister. And be grateful in saving you from a lifelong hazard.

THANK YOU FOR THE PEN

  

 The word charm has its own definition within each man. So when I say she was charming, it may not be in justice to what you perceive. The most notable piece of charm or beauty in her was the way she held her bag. It seemed the bag was the most jubilant thing on earth, hanging to her side and kissing her each time she moved on. Men like me had to ensure that nobody else is looking at us, before we threw a millisecond look at any specimen of opposite gender. So I had the habit of carrying a book which I read indifferently, and every time I felt to have a glance, I just made a relaxing motion with my neck, snatching a quick look.

  Our classroom was unique in its own terms. There were all kinds of student species although the strength was too low. With a very low EQ and an above average IQ ,the class was meant to be perfect for teaching. Each one of us nodded at the teacher creating a pin drop silence while she enjoyed teaching a class, kind of which she could only dream of.

 That day one of the teachers planned a surprise. When she put up an idea of group discussion it was agreed unanimously. May be everyone was fed up of the routine lectures that I could see a glitter of excitement in each of the eyes which I saw. The grouping began. Everyone searched for their group mates as the teacher called out the roll numbers. I kept waiting for my number while I saw everyone else getting grouped up, except two of us.

 I prayed that the teacher had a rethinking about that. But she was firm with her decision of only two of us in a group. Ofcourse, disaster management was something we had learnt, but this one seemed out of control for me. I could see her waiting for me to join. I had no choice but to sit beside a girl who made the beauty quotient of our class, shoot to something above average. I took the unnecessary precaution of looking away, but girls like her who considered themeselves to be queens never looked at anybody else.

 The teacher distributed the topics and ordered the discussion to be initiated. I had a look around. It seemed like we two were chargeless neutrons in the midst of buzzing electrons, all excited and agile. I could see many thought-to-be ever closed mouths getting opened up. I looked at her. It felt like she was disturbed by the very near presence of an irritating creature which she had never expected to happen. I could see the teacher watching us, trying hard to control her laughter. But this girl  never showed a response. With extreme humility that I could create, I asked her to lend me a pen. She opened her bag and searched for a pen. The pen seemed to be reluctant to leave her soft fair hand. I caught hold of the pen very carefully taking immense care not to touch her. I thought even a very negligible touch could create another catastrophe and so as another precaution I moved my chair away and started writing a discussion summary.

 She got up, went to the teacher and asked for a change of group. Teacher laughed with a negative response. I saw her sitting idle, either cursing me or her own fate. I had an intention to talk but that seemed to be one of the most idiotic ideas then. The shouts and laughters from all other groups made her feel sick. The half an hour class seemed too long.

 And at last the bell rang. Everyone wished the hour to be longer, except we two. I submitted the paper, kept the pen in front of her on the desk. With a graceful motion of hands she took the pen and looked away. A ‘thank you’ seemed to be out of context affair. I walked away with a sigh of relief.

 Years later when you reiteraited that incident and described your anger then, I felt sorry for you being grouped with a boy who was sick of female presence. Twelve years of school life did not teach me any boyish acts to disturb a girl. For, if it was two to three years later you could have ended up being the girlfriend of one of the most weird man on earth.