It's easy to forgive they say. It ain't easy to forget. To the extent that you will never let t go. Sometimes the most liked of friends become the most dis-liked literally overnight. The strangest part is when they tell you that all they were trying to do was to be 'you'! It's a very crazy situation to be in.
This drama unfolds over several months covering the whole of first year and quarter of the second year at college. Like always no names but i believe out here it'll be pretty obvious who and what we are referring to. He was my roommate and he was the 'smurf'. Tall, lanky fellow who belonged to a part of Delhi i had and didn't want any association with. Somehow i seemed to take a liking towards him. To the extent that he went ahead and fashioned his nickname after mine, and i seemed to have no problem with that! Overtime and owing to the fact that we were roommates (him being one who had no issues with me and pals partying it up way into the wee hours on a school night), we became good friends and did manage to have quite a blast while it lasted. People all around me told me i was being a fool and that he was just trying to be a cheap imitation but, i really didn't care 'cause i liked him.
The shit pretty much hit the fan around the time we were chucked out of the hostel. Another story for another time dedicated to another shitty little fucker we had amongst us but, that's for another day.
Smurf, 2 others and myself decided that we are gonna shack up together and so moved into these new digs. On the day of moving my father accompanied by smurfs' father came to town - obviously owing to the shit that went down. My father had me know that while traveling, on the same train, Sr. smurf decided he wants to get drunk and doesn't even have his own booze. Now my dad ain't a bad guy so he let him have his whisky. Far from being appreciative Sr. smurf goes ahead and has the audacity to tell my father that because he blames me for smurf and the shit he is gonna slap me when he sees me. Sr. you are damn lucky you were in the state you were in 'cause otherwise you would've been a dead man. I was pretty pissed off after listening to this and that got me further pissed off at smurf 'cause apparently he had ratted us out in front of the princi.
The first night at the new digs we had ourselves a party. Quite a few of the boys were around. After consuming quite a bit of alcohol smurf and i got into an argument. The last thing i remember is when smurf threw a bottle at me which missed me by a whisker. The next thing i know is that i am being held by a couple of guys and smurf is lying on the ground half-dead.
A few days later all the shit in college died down like it always does, i moved into a new place with the other 2, Sr. smurf apparently told the princi that smurf would be killed outside so he should be allowed back into the hostel, and life pretty much carried on after that. First year ended a couple of months later, one roommate plugged the year and moved on, the other was a senior who went back home. I moved back into the hostel, another story :), became good friends with the boy who we had beaten during the whole shit and never even so much as acknowledged the fact that smurf existed.
Just when you thought everything was swell, smurf had to go and royally fuck around. A few days before our first on-the-job started smurf got into some serious shit. A bunch of us were called upon to go to Pune for a 4 day outdoor catering that was taking place. Smurf was also one of the few. Anyway, after 4 days of hardcore work we decided to party it up. A few of us went to a colleagues place and the others made their own plans. I was pretty much partying till morning and after that caught my bus back to college the next day not knowing what had gone down back at the hotel where we had been given rooms to stay. Apparently smurf had tried to get fresh with some girl from college and that too in her bedroom which she had been nice enough to offer so smurf could sleep. The nerve!!
I found out about this about a week later when i saw smurf outside the princi's office. Immediately after this we were on our first on-the-job at the Residency next to college. As luck would have it smurf was there too. During the first couple of weeks or so we had a Foster's event at the hotel 'cause of which nobody really kept track of beer consumption. A friend and myself managed to take out quite a few bottle with us outside of the hotel and into the hostel for a party. Next morning i see smurf outside the princi's office yet again. This time around he had tried whacking the beers as well and had gotten caught by the guard. The fool had Sr. smurf on his way back again, twice in the same year! During all of this tamasha i also learnt that smurf was going around telling people shit like 'if you can like Garry why can't you like me?'. I couldn't believe this!!
One evening just when i was getting ready for dinner there was some hullabaloo around smurfy's room. He prolly was getting a beating by the boys 'cause of what he had done in Pune. At that moment something prompted me to go to his room, not to beat him further but to just talk to him. I remember locking the door when i entered his room while he sat on the bed. I believe i spoke to him very calmly and rationally for about a half-hour. Recollecting all of what i said is hard but, in the end i walked out with a bunch of guys standing outside trying to listen and smurfy still sitting in his room sobbing like the little girl that he was. A lot of people think i beat him up that day but, that wasn't how it went down. My goal was to break him, mentally, and that's exactly what i did.
A few days later smurf left college for good. I remember thinking back then, he couldn't have handled the 3 years anyway. Was it so hard just being yourself is what i ask?
This drama unfolds over several months covering the whole of first year and quarter of the second year at college. Like always no names but i believe out here it'll be pretty obvious who and what we are referring to. He was my roommate and he was the 'smurf'. Tall, lanky fellow who belonged to a part of Delhi i had and didn't want any association with. Somehow i seemed to take a liking towards him. To the extent that he went ahead and fashioned his nickname after mine, and i seemed to have no problem with that! Overtime and owing to the fact that we were roommates (him being one who had no issues with me and pals partying it up way into the wee hours on a school night), we became good friends and did manage to have quite a blast while it lasted. People all around me told me i was being a fool and that he was just trying to be a cheap imitation but, i really didn't care 'cause i liked him.
The shit pretty much hit the fan around the time we were chucked out of the hostel. Another story for another time dedicated to another shitty little fucker we had amongst us but, that's for another day.
Smurf, 2 others and myself decided that we are gonna shack up together and so moved into these new digs. On the day of moving my father accompanied by smurfs' father came to town - obviously owing to the shit that went down. My father had me know that while traveling, on the same train, Sr. smurf decided he wants to get drunk and doesn't even have his own booze. Now my dad ain't a bad guy so he let him have his whisky. Far from being appreciative Sr. smurf goes ahead and has the audacity to tell my father that because he blames me for smurf and the shit he is gonna slap me when he sees me. Sr. you are damn lucky you were in the state you were in 'cause otherwise you would've been a dead man. I was pretty pissed off after listening to this and that got me further pissed off at smurf 'cause apparently he had ratted us out in front of the princi.
The first night at the new digs we had ourselves a party. Quite a few of the boys were around. After consuming quite a bit of alcohol smurf and i got into an argument. The last thing i remember is when smurf threw a bottle at me which missed me by a whisker. The next thing i know is that i am being held by a couple of guys and smurf is lying on the ground half-dead.
A few days later all the shit in college died down like it always does, i moved into a new place with the other 2, Sr. smurf apparently told the princi that smurf would be killed outside so he should be allowed back into the hostel, and life pretty much carried on after that. First year ended a couple of months later, one roommate plugged the year and moved on, the other was a senior who went back home. I moved back into the hostel, another story :), became good friends with the boy who we had beaten during the whole shit and never even so much as acknowledged the fact that smurf existed.
Just when you thought everything was swell, smurf had to go and royally fuck around. A few days before our first on-the-job started smurf got into some serious shit. A bunch of us were called upon to go to Pune for a 4 day outdoor catering that was taking place. Smurf was also one of the few. Anyway, after 4 days of hardcore work we decided to party it up. A few of us went to a colleagues place and the others made their own plans. I was pretty much partying till morning and after that caught my bus back to college the next day not knowing what had gone down back at the hotel where we had been given rooms to stay. Apparently smurf had tried to get fresh with some girl from college and that too in her bedroom which she had been nice enough to offer so smurf could sleep. The nerve!!
I found out about this about a week later when i saw smurf outside the princi's office. Immediately after this we were on our first on-the-job at the Residency next to college. As luck would have it smurf was there too. During the first couple of weeks or so we had a Foster's event at the hotel 'cause of which nobody really kept track of beer consumption. A friend and myself managed to take out quite a few bottle with us outside of the hotel and into the hostel for a party. Next morning i see smurf outside the princi's office yet again. This time around he had tried whacking the beers as well and had gotten caught by the guard. The fool had Sr. smurf on his way back again, twice in the same year! During all of this tamasha i also learnt that smurf was going around telling people shit like 'if you can like Garry why can't you like me?'. I couldn't believe this!!
One evening just when i was getting ready for dinner there was some hullabaloo around smurfy's room. He prolly was getting a beating by the boys 'cause of what he had done in Pune. At that moment something prompted me to go to his room, not to beat him further but to just talk to him. I remember locking the door when i entered his room while he sat on the bed. I believe i spoke to him very calmly and rationally for about a half-hour. Recollecting all of what i said is hard but, in the end i walked out with a bunch of guys standing outside trying to listen and smurfy still sitting in his room sobbing like the little girl that he was. A lot of people think i beat him up that day but, that wasn't how it went down. My goal was to break him, mentally, and that's exactly what i did.
A few days later smurf left college for good. I remember thinking back then, he couldn't have handled the 3 years anyway. Was it so hard just being yourself is what i ask?
