The Other Day

A little background:

We are a group of 6 friends. One of us left our college after the first year to follow her dreams. Let us call her S. Another important member of the tale and our group is Y.

So..

Our friend S had come to our college to meet us. After a few hours, she said her Ex had offered her a ride back. Y declared “We are meeting him”.

A few minutes and a few ‘dog’ jokes later we were on our way to the ‘hang out place’.. Lets call it HOP. So, we reached HOP. She went up to some point in order to escort him to HOP because ,supposedly, he could not locate it. Lame! Considering he lives within 1 Km radius of HOP.

He walked in with her.

I had nothing particularly against this guy, but I saw it as a perfect opportunity for me to conduct an experiment.

· All the people about to be around him hated him at some level.

· He was in a company which could eat him alive even if he raised his volume.

· I had no association with him whatsoever and did not have to see his face again.

· It was a kind of a challenge considering he would try to look like a stud (for obvious reasons).

· I always thought I was of the Caucasian race. But, I am not. He was.

· He said he wanted to smoke hukkah as soon as he entered.

· I wanted to see whether or not I could behave in a manner I generally don’t. I wanted to see if I could act snobbish.

She introduced him to us and the verdict was out, I could not act snobbish. I was all arms and legs. It was time for Plan B : Don’t look stupid.

He went out for a few minutes, perhaps catching up with his hukkah when S confided in us that he was getting into drugs and thus she needed to go with him and talk to him during that period. I told her it was neither her choice nor her responsibility.

When she was about to leave everybody insisted she stayed in the hostel for the night. To which I said to her “you are an adult and you have to make your own choices” and gave her ‘the look’.

To which he said “that was.. that was uncalled for” smiling all the while.

I know what I said was a little eccentric but if I had not taken up the pressure of being a snob and had not made myself nervous in the process.. I could have shot back with a

“Smile as much as you can dear because you won’t be able to do that when you would be coughing blood out of your lungs.”

Or a

“Why don’t you get your hukka so that we don’t have to encrypt our conversation and can talk in ‘a called for’ manner. Don’t mess with me.”

Or a

“You do realise we outnumber you, right?”

Or even a simple honest

“It is not. You will learn. In due time. ”

But.. I did not. I did not respond. Thankfully everybody was still busy convincing S to stay and I was out of focus.

But he did not get to be the snob either, thanks to Y. At one point of time.. she said “stop bothering her more” and at another “can’t even say that it was nice to meet you ” Snap!

So finally I realised that

1. I am biologically programmed not be a snob (while(Somisetty && World) { Somisetty != snob;})

2. Even when a guy (most of them) does not want a girl in his life he would still ensure that he features in the girl’s priority list.

3. And also that we had left our friend alone with a drug-addict ex on a bike.