M is our next door neighbour. A very chirpy and boisterous teenager, she’s focussed, diligent and speaks her mind. For strangers she might seem a little belligerent and edgy, but in reality she’s a very sweet girl with a charming personality. She’s doing very well academically and is also a great help to her mother at home.
You’re probably wondering why suddenly I’m going all out about her! If you’ve read my last post you know the unfortunate situation of my friend. M in all probability doesn’t know about it (I didn’t tell her and she doesn’t know I blog) and this might not even be an issue she’d give the slightest thought to. Sad, since I can see that in a way she’s heading towards running into many such instances and jerks not too long from now.
I was at their place yesterday. Her mother and I were having our regular share of gossip, leg-pulling, recipe-sharing etc over a cup of tea while A Jr was running around in their house tugging on curtains and kicking around M’s soft-toys. M is a Diploma student and is appearing for her vivas these days. She was just back from college and was very tired. Her vivas went well but she was still very upset. Worried, we asked her what happened. Here goes:
M: (to her Mom) My vivas went well but you know I cried a lot today. Can you see my eyes are still swollen?
M’s Mom: *surprised* Why did you cry when your viva went well??
M: *still upset and ready to cry* You know K na.. I’d promised him I’ll help him with this subject. I even taught him a little bit. Then yesterday I went out with another friend of mine, which K said he had no problem with, and today he was upset that I’m not paying enough attention to him. I tried to convince him but he was still angry.
M’s Mom: *not interested and slightly angry* What nonsense! Why can’t you just concentrate on yourself and your studies? Your exams are important or some silly boy with his silly problems? Sleep over it, ok.
M: *puppy-faced* Ya, but he’s my friend na..
After some time M made Maggi for herself and A Jr. Since it works wonders on their taste buds, both seemed to have mellowed a bit after gulping it down. Visibly in a better mood, M came to me.
M: You know Didi, whenever I wear this t-shirt (it had a monkey-cap) I don’t need to carry a handkerchief. I can wipe even my face with this cap! 😀
Me: *not pleased* Yikes! Why’d you do that? When you can carry a handkerchief on other days, why not with this t-shirt too?
M: I don’t carry one even on regular days. I use my friend’s handkerchief that he carries for me. In fact he says he has a whole stock of fresh ones at home, only for me! Cool na…
At this point, understandably, M’s Mom got annoyed. Everything, right from the extra pocket money spent on useless shopping ventures to books that were bought but never used, the wardrobe full of clothes and the new handkerchiefs that remained untouched, etc was thrown her way. Even the hygiene angle to using someone else’s personal belongings came up, but she remained unperturbed.
Her mother mumbled under her breath on how difficult it was getting to put a point across her and how she simply wouldn’t pay any heed to some well-meaning advice.
Both these instances unambiguously depicted one thing; the casualness with which one regards friendships these days. I don’t want to sound petty by saying that every time there’s some dark intent behind getting close to anyone. College kids are more prone to this than anyone else, since the rebellious and adventurous streak in them makes even the most thoughtful ones lose their judgement.
I haven’t spoken with M regarding this as yet, though I’d like to make her feel responsible for herself and her acts. She’s in the age where going wrong is the easiest thing that can happen to anyone. Like I said earlier, better to be on guard. Right? 🙂