Monday, 3 April 2017
The Room-mate in Distress
The past two weeks have been a gala time
for me, I took one week off and company is shut down for the other week in the
name of Christmas and New Year's. Praise the Lord. Don't ask me what I did to
make my time - a gala time. I do not have an answer to that.
Today,
I came home after a lazy lunch with one of my friends - average height,
wheat-ish complexion, slightly slouching and walking with his feet pointed in
opposite direction and pointing outward (sort of in "V" form),
annoying but a very honest, genuine and close friend of mine. I don't know why
I described his appearance just now, but definitely more on him-later. So, I
come home after lunch with this friend of mine, knock the door and wait
patiently for my roommate to open the door.
Digression: Yes we don't have a two way locking system yet, so having my room key is
basically and absolutely pointless. I can't complain much though, this way I
have learnt a lot of things like being patient, tolerant and not a murderer
(very important) by perpetually waiting for her to get out from her slumber and
open the bloody door. EVERYTIME. Life is good, peaceful. No complains. At all.
What so ever! :)
After
what seemed like an eon, my roommate opened the door and ambushed me with loads
of information (whatever happened to her sleep :/) Her exam was good - her best
friend's exam was not so good ( like I care) - half of her class did not give
the exam (again, do I look like I care?) - she met her ex- boyfriend and now is
thinking of leaving her current boyfriend of past three months for her ex of 6
months now. At this point, please know that I am not judging her, in-fact I am
no-one to do that. But, I just didn't know what to say to that 19 year old
face, that was talking to me as if this is the most normal thing a child would
do when it's bored with its toy. I didn't see an iota of seriousness or for
that matter emotion on her face, so then why was she sharing this piece of
information with me? As a compliance to being social animal, my brain tried but failed to
process these words reflective of utter sadness and regret, but which did not
quiet match the visuals very accurately, visuals reflecting a perfect state of
happiness. To these kind of situations, thankfully my brain has come up with a
good coping mechanism, the most simple one.
Digression:Mechanism to cope with situations where people don't make sense:
It
involves shrugging your shoulder right about till it touches your ears, raising your palms, facing it upwards and positioning right next to your shoulders,
shaking head from right to left/left to right (whatever you may prefer) and
rolling your lower lip exactly for a second followed by utterance of the word
that marks the finality of the mechanism - "whatever".
CAUTION: Please do not try this in real, people may find you stupid (we don't want them
to know that yet). Imagine the whole thing in your head for best results!
Whatever
my roommate was trying to establish there by sharing that information - I
really couldn't bring myself to care any less. This statement will make many
people right away judge me and label me as a "non-sensitive" human.
But, just know that my brain has a good coping mechanism :D. Well then moving forward
into the story, she went on to say that her current boyfriend asked her to
return all the gifts that he had given her till now - mind you she is laughing
at this point. I am sad - our pet was a gift by him. A blue fighter fish, she
had named it Bubbles - not after the Power-puff girl Bubbles, but well because
it is a like a fish you know and like it lives in water - so like the bubbles
in water - so yeah like fighter fish - Bubbles. Please don't laugh, it was the
thing that I was most attached to (in this room, my life is not THAT sad yet).
I bid my goodbye to Bubbles. Do not ask me if it were Mr. or Ms. I do not have
answer to that.
It
was almost 9 o'clock in the night. I was done with my dinner and looking
forward to a lazy night ahead watching Doctor Who (series I am hooked on to
right now) in my shorts with my legs spread across the bed like no-one is
watching. Well this could never quite materialize to its best potential because
my roommate who had gone out an hour ago, to return all the gifts never came back
- she had informed me that she will be back in 15 minutes (the guy was already
waiting downstairs you see). But I was not aware of her absence and right when
the Doctor was figuring out how to save the planet and his companion Amy Pond
from the aliens, my phone rang. I was furious to have been disturbed. It was my
roommate who was calling and its then that I realized that she had been gone
for a while.
Digression: Yes, I was unbelievably careless especially when she have
might actually informed me thinking that there will be someone who will know where she
was and with whom if something was supposed to happen to her. So yeah, not a
very good idea to inform ME and go when you think that your life might be in
danger because the help may never arrive in time, I will be busy watching The
Doctor save HIS damsel in distress.
I
pick up the phone and hear her cry. I ask in a panic "what happened?"
( see I am not that bad now, I was finally concerned, alright?!?). She told me
that the guy had confiscated her phone and refused to return unless she went
home with him and sort things out. My very brilliant roommate agreed to that
and happily went with him to HIS home which is in the other end of the town.
After half an hour of journey to his home and talking to him for about 15
minutes there, she suddenly had the epiphany THEN that this may not have been a
very good idea. It is at this precise moment, that she thinks of calling me! It
is almost 11 P.M, and I don't know what I was thinking I offered to come and
pick her up( the better side of me overtook). But these are the times when the
practical side of your brain STOPS. The coping mechanism doesn't really work.
That time the only thing that your brain can process again as being a social
being is that a fellow human is in distress and asking for help to YOU. I give
her full assurance that I shall come somehow, pick her up and if need be pick
up a fight with the guy! The guy takes the phone from her and starts speaking
to me, assures me that it is one of the stupid fights that couples have and
that there is nothing to worry about. I somehow get convinced and cut the call.
It was more convenient to believe as I could continue with Doctor Who and not
be bothered about being the responsible one. It is a difficult task, a very
difficult task. But my conscience got hold of me. I couldn't stop thinking
about it. So I texted her and asked her to send me her location on WhatsApp.
She did so within 5 minutes with another message saying, please call me in 15
minutes. As instructed, I called her in 15 minutes, not once but some 5-6 times
as each time she cut my call. Somehow, that freaked me out even more. I knew for a fact that the guy had the habit
of confiscating the mobile, was it him who was cutting the call? Was my roommate
in more danger than I had imagined. Did I take everything too casually like
everything else and later repent about it to an extent where I go mad? These
thoughts freaked me out. That is when I became the damsel in distress and
thought of calling a few people to pull me out of the same.
The
first person advised me to not do anything about it and if I were planning to
go and get her then call him, so that he can accompany me. This way, less of a
trouble. Definitely it is a support, but I don't really think that it is
helpful in a situation where I also fall short of courage. I think in that case
he will support me best in one thing - running TOGETHER. The second person got
really concerned about me, which was super sweet I must say. He advised me to actually
call up the guy and threaten him of the police - this was actually a VERY good
idea for two reasons 1. That will frighten the guy enough 2. I might not have
to actually go there to get her and jeopardize my safety (this of course being
the more important reason). I thought of giving it a try. I left a message to
my roommate ( I very well knew that he will be the person who reads the
message), I said " Please pick up the call or else I am coming with the
police I swear). This magically made my roommate call me, this time she was
crying. I repeatedly asked her if she was alright, she just said one thing
" I am fine, and he will drop me in half an hour". I asked again if
she was alright and if she is not opening up as he is around, I asked her to
reply in just a YES if that was the case. She replied a NO. So then, that was
it. My role was over there, but I chose to talk with the guy one last time to
give him one final aunty-type advice. I said " See, if a woman doesn't
want to be with you/ talk to you, then you should have enough decency as a
gentleman to respect that and let her
be. Also, drop her here by SHARP 1 A.M or ELSE I am calling the police. I don't
care if this is one of the usual fights that you guys are having, but now that
I am involved I will make sure that my roommate reaches safe back home. So for
today, you follow my instructions and drop her safe at 1", I cut the call
feeling like some righteous gunda. But ummm, he dropped her
at 1.30 ,good enough - I mean in today's time this is kinda expected so I never
called the police at 1 A.M ( in my defense it was a threat, I didn't mean it)
After
reaching home, my roommate actually tells
me that she was crying as he slapped her for having told me about their
issues. Apparently, he slapped her not once but many times - and she didn't
seem to be as deeply offended as I was. I couldn't believe that a woman can
take that so lightly to laugh about it so nonchalantly. Whatever happened to the concept of "self respect".
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