As I attend a wedding event at Tumkur (2011), of one my good old school friend, wandered my mind towards an incident where I turned out to be a heart breaker. Oh before you get into conclusions, let me enlighten you with the actual happening.
It was summer of 2001, I was basking glory of being part fabulous Engg college, the one and only UVCE. Those days begun with Jonty opening the college gate, and closing it as well, with no frills and grills in life, but hey some food for thought was waiting.
Our residence phone number was very popular, kind of fancy types. Buzzed did it once, A pleasant surprise, as I hold the receiver, my ear listens to a very familiar voice, something in which I would had bathed over a period of three years during my high school days. The same naughty feeling all teens go through.
The owner of the voice was my latest, sweet crush then (only crush), I knew her well, knew her sister (not what you are thinking), also knew her mother (OMG no no not again :) ). A lovely family from God's own country, home bound mom, carpenter dad, two beautiful daughters(one my classmate and the other my younger brother's), and a cute little son (into his early primary school) dotted those tiny spacious walls. I was at home between those walls, something am proud off.
Back on track, as my ears sensed the known voice, my mind started painting the beautiful face, a pretty one. Never in my wildest of dreams, I would have thought of what transpired later.
Without much ado, She needed a favor, now is the interesting piece. One of our common friend, guess what proposed to her and she is not keen on taking the relationship forward.
Not sure why she thought about me, to wriggle her out of this, but hey pls understand the other person has been my close associate for a good period of 6 years then. May be that convinced her to reach out to me. That call left me wondering, it did.
Being nice (at least pretending to be) is very dangerous. Never would one realize the aftermath of it, till it hits you hard. I felt a tremor then.
Back in college, amidst the divine atmosphere, wondering was I on what should be done?, two choices to make, each equally tough :
· Should I get down the burden of confusion from one friend's life, in the process crushing a budding love tale?
· Should I tie hands with my other friend, try my luck in blossoming the bud?
Oh it was tough choice to make, may be my priorities then helped to choose the path, for which am proud today and not fall for emotions.
Assured did I to the beautiful voice, that I shall handle this, met did I my close associate to understand his feelings, evaluated did I my next steps and facilitated did I a meeting between the two parties. Assuming responsibility to get her out of the house for the meeting, convincing Aunt, I felt a sense of serious responsibility.
The stage was set for Jonty, the moderator between two parties travelling on different boats. In my own style, apprised both, gave them their space to talk in private and waited 10 meters away from the action.
I was playing security for the next 10 mins, but my shoulder was leaning to provide support for the broken heart. A consensus reached, and I was successful in crushing the love bud, How cruel could I be? The sense of responsibility made me feel raise above all, escorted her to the nicey home and Thanked my friend for respecting me and my action.
Back to wedding at Tumkur, you should have guessed by now, it was of my associate whose heart was crushed by me a good decade ago. I was lost in my thoughts, Thanks to my mind for refreshing an interesting incident, which transpired among the three of us so far, till I decide to make it public today.
Now where is she..? The beautiful girl matured into a respectful lady, found her partner a good 6 years ago and is a proud homemaker now.
Nope, I am not a crusader of Love, neither am I protector of it, only believe that true love will always reciprocate, assumes but never sheds the responsibility of the souls towards their loved one’s and society around.
Emotions should never gain the upper hand, rather should always be the supporting hand, was the take away for me then.
As said "Never take the help of words to show your anger, Never take the help of tears to pour your emotions"
Sorry for breaking your heart & standing on the other shore then. Now if I look back and on your wedding set in 2011, I feel proud to have done the right thing, albeit if I was so ruthless.
Wish you a very happy married life …..
