An Orkut Story

YESTERDAY...
13th November, 2008, I guess if I will ever forget this date...The date when I learnt a new lesson of my life.

Since all the happenings in this day were important, I thought to make it as a diary post...Read it, its interesting, and has morals, too.

9:00 A.M.
It was our holiday today, so I woke up early...Oops, late.

10:00 A.M.
Morning chores done, finally, playing my PSP.

11:00 A.M.
Fine, I am going to orkut.

11:30 A.M.
Finally, net connected. Browsing the Tickr Community and creating posts there. Wonder my name doesnt appear on the MTV Tickr.

12:00 P.M.
I entered my scrapbook, and there was my friend's scrap waiting for me. It read "Dude, check my scrapbook, Lafda (Problem) ho gaya hai". I immediately checked the scrapbook, only to know that a girl, whom we called by the name of a car, has came to know about it.

I wanted to sue myself for scribbling that in my friends scrapbook, and the clear victim was...ME.I wondered at the time it all started. Me and my friend were talking about...females when he told me that the girls in his tuition are called by the name of bikes. I always dreamt larger, so took cars. Though I never started it, but liked the concept since you can talk about girls infront of anyone, without anyone knowing.

Back from my thoughts, I phoned my friend and asked him his reply, he said that he had controlled the situation and lied to her. My good ol' friend, always helped me in times of trouble. By the time I reconnected the Internet, the condition went fiercier. The girl has scrapped me regarding information on that car, and its relation with my friend.

I always loved making horror stories, and spooking my cousins, but this time, I had to switch to a love story, a love story, that never finished. I told her that the car was my friends EX, whom he broke away with months before. It was a nice story for sure, but as soon as I scrapped the story, my conscience reported to me. I don't know but something was ringing inside my head that I had done something wrong, by telling a lie.Later, I realized that it was the premonition of an upcoming storm. I asked my friend to tell her the truth, and here is when the situation went out of hands.

The girl hated lies more than she hated Himesh Reshammiya (you can guess now), and sued me for telling one. "What's wrong with her?" I asked myself, I mean I told her the truth and she's ringing up on me? Girls are something I never understood, I guess they are not as simple as computers, for me. Since then, an era of chilly words and paining scraps continued until she went offline.

1:30 P.M.
Things were calmer now. I checked out my friends scrapbook just to know that she had left some vulgar words for me, but she laid a lot of emphasis on the F word, which made other words sad. She even took a pledge to kill me at the coaching. Guess I had to leave a note informing the police to arrest my friend and her in case I never return home...NEVER...EVER.

After that, a 34:17 minute chat went on with me and my friend on the phone, and I had taken another pledge, to kill him, in case I am alive that day. To make things worse, my mother misunderstood that I was talking to a girl (My luck was never that good), and asked me several times regarding that half an hour call. An era of misunderstandings has now began ruining my life, on the day that carried the unlucky number...13

2:45 P.M.
Getting ready for resonance, a tiny thought still wandered my mind, whether she would really kill me or not. Were girls allow to kill a guy in public places?
I left for resonance at about 3:30 P.M.

3:45 P.M.

I found out that coaching timings had changed and were now 15 minutes later, well, that gave me more moments to last.I also noticed that girl once visited my classroom for a jiffy, maybe to target her prey or something. But she left feeling terrible, I guess she didn't spotted me.

5:39 P.M.

Maybe that girl thought I was absent and would consider me as a chicken, the same way like she considered me before when my computer got unplugged by my foolish servant and I couldn't reply to her sarcastic scraps. So, I asked my friend to come with me to her, just to show my face to her, and tell her that people do walk into wells sometime.

7:30 P.M.
Coaching over, I guess she would kill me now, I mean darkness over had an impact over killings, well, it makes them look great.

8:00 P.M.

Reached home, safely, and alive. There was one of my favourite cousin bro waiting for me. No one else was in the house, except my dog, but he always kept secrets. I told my cousin about all the adventures I had today. And the things my cousin said, is what I learned today...THEY ARE IN HINDI, SO YOU MIGHT HAVE TROUBLE READING IT, BUT TRUST ME, ITS WORTH IT...

"Ek ladki kisi ladke ko apna dost Dil se banati hai, jabki ek ladka ek ladki ko dost time-pass ke liye banata hai. Isiliye jab ladki ko jhatka lagta hai, toh uska dil dukhta hai, balki jab ek ladke ko lage, toh uska toh bas time-pass guma hai, doosra mil jaayega.

Jab usne teri koi burai nahi kari toh tu kaun hota hai uski udane waala? Usne tere ko izzat di, kabhi tere ko gaali nahi di, aur tune use hi aisa kaha. Kabhi bhi kuch aisa mat kaho jisase kisi ko dard ho."

He told more, but that was vulgar. These words really changed my mind. The mistake which I have been blaming my friend for, turned out to be committed by me. I was wrong. I was filled with guilt, really. I never experienced a guilt so strong. I had done something very wrong, and had also lost a nice friend.

I repeated the words in my head, She never did anything to me, then why was I so bad. What happened to the Abhay who once helped everyone, who was so kind, who was so good. Even I saw my conscience working when I wrote the story to her, but how come I can't stop myself. I was losing control over myself. Really, I was wrong, not my friend. It was my fault. I played with the feelings of an innocent girl. I was really a f**ker, her words spoken to me (the vulgar ones) seemed so true.

I don't know whether that girl will ever read this or not, since this blog is not so popular, but if she ever does, I would like to ask my deepest apology from her. May the guilty feelings be vanished now...