Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Beginning.

I looked down at my shoes, silently listening to the gravel crunch beneath my feet, as I walked towards school. Ah, the gravel! The only constant over the years- The years that moved from gleefulness to misery. Maybe today will be different, I thought. Maybe people will be able to see me today. Maybe I can answer a few questions in class and impress Cathy. Maybe she’ll say hi, and give me a smile that’ll make my heart melt. I crushed my hair with my fingers, scrunched my face with shut eyes and cursed myself till I stopped hoping. And then, I felt something missing. The noise was missing. I opened my eyes. The crunching was gone. And now, there was a five-storied, white building in front of me and within me, well, there was dread.

By mid-day, I gave in. The day hadn’t been any different from the others, so far. I answered a question in Mrs. Muller’s class but she just responded with a “Hmm” and Cathy didn’t notice. Maybe it was because I was just plain ugly. Obese and ugly. With permanent acne marks on my face, even Momma seemed to ignore me these days. Maybe the stretch marks on my fat, squishy arms were visible. Maybe that’s what made me invisible. It was high school, after all, and I was just some unpopular dork sitting in a corner- who nobody noticed, who nobody cared about.

A couple of years ago, I had Yelena and Shaz with me. My best-friends. Then. We hung out every day, all the time. Scrabble, Road Rash, Movies, Shopping- yup, we didn’t miss out on a thing. And then, I wasn’t cool enough to hang out with them anymore. Yelena was a rockstar, literally. She sang and played the guitar and pulled off the moody, broody lyricist part quite well too. Everyone loved her. I didn’t, not anymore. Shaz was the hot athlete. He could run, really fast. He was tall and sleek- he had those hardened calves that all the girls drooled over. And of course, when you get more attention than you could ask for, ignoring friends would be the right thing to do, right? Let’s talk about me now. Yeah- me, well, I had nothing.

There were times when I’d try to speak out. Speak out in the virtual world. It was simple. I just had to pick a picture of some random hunk from Google and show myself as him on a popular social networking website and then, well, act like a complete jackass. It’s crazy, the things that girls these days can take for guys who look good. I got complimented many times, for my “looks”. I was pleased.

But I could feel the desperation rising. I couldn’t stand to be this way. I was thinking of a plan- to get noticed. A master plan, with no flaws. A sure shot path to fame. I didn’t deserve this. I was infuriated. I wished for power too. I wished to be the most popular guy in school, and I was ready to give up anything for it. Everyone would know my name someday, I thought. Everyone would love me and respect me, maybe even fear me. I could be the Lord Voldemort in high school. No one would mess with me. No one would disobey my orders. And with these thoughts swirling in my head, Mr.Trunkle’s awfully monotonous lecture was my blessing in disguise. It struck. The plan!

Dear Annie,

I don’t think you remember me. We were in the same class in the third grade. I know you really well. Not that I’ve been stalking you or anything, but because I remember a day in the third grade. We were in the playground, the two of us. We were just kicking the ball around randomly, you know, like other stupid eight-year olds. I was bragging about my football skills, but I really didn’t have any. You were impressed. You told me that you thought I could become a footballer someday because your mommy told you that anyone could become anything that they wanted to, if they were really good at it. And when we were done, you came over and gave me a hug. I love you, for that day.


Dear Yelena,

You were my first real friend. You said that you could relate to me. You always laughed at my jokes. You called me your bestie. You told me once, that you and I are always going to stand up for each other, no matter what. I’m still waiting. Well, screw you.


Dear Shaz,

You’re the man around here. You have it all, dude. The looks, the body, the attitude. You forgot me, and no, you’re not forgiven. You told me three weeks ago, when I had called you a year later, that you’d call me back, after talking to me for 32 seconds. I don’t think you ever realized how much courage it took for me to pick the phone and dial your number. You probably forgot that I’d even called. But don’t worry, I will hunt you down and kick your ass, very soon.


Dear Cathy,

You don’t know my name. You haven’t seen my face. And even if you have, you don’t remember seeing it. But, I love you. I know a lot of boys tell you that, but this is true love, and I can feel it. I know that you don’t believe me, but that’s okay.


There. I had it all ready. Letters to my “friends”, before the execution of my big plan.

As I was walking towards school next morning, I felt serene. I relished the noise of the gravel. This was the day that would change everything, I thought. I was determined to show myself, and to show myself to each and everyone. I sat through school like any other day, patiently waiting for it to end. I’d already told mommy that I had enrolled for drama workshop in school, and that I would be late. She’d laughed at my face. But I forgive her. It’s only a matter of time before she too, will start to love me again.

I was happy. This felt like sweet revenge. I wondered why I’d never thought of this perfectly impeccable plan earlier. All through the day, I put my face down, trying to hide the smile on my face. This was sheer joy. I think it was the longest that I’d been happy, in a really long time. When school hours finally got over, and the corridors were empty and silent, I slid the letters through the tiny space between each of their closed locker doors and the lockers themselves.

This is it, I thought. This is the part where Jacob Warwinter becomes the school’s most popular boy. I could now look down and laugh. I was laughing already. I was laughing at all the morons. I was laughing at the life that I had till now. I could smell popularity coming my way. But as I was having a free fall from the terrace of the school building, the last thing that occurred to me was that- This is a mistake.


  1. As much as I tried, I couldn't help but guess the ending (correctly!).

    Moving story. Flawless first person narration. (sounds cool, no? But seriously, very nice read. :) )

  2. Awww.. Why so sad? :( I thought something awesome would happen. Sha. But you write so well ya.. :D

  3. What's with the Hebrew-ish names? This was like sitting through Kites. You felt sad as shit but you were glad he popped it in the end.

  4. i loved the way u hav written it. :D

  5. I guessed there would be a Columbine like shooting in the end. This was well written too. Everybody feels this way in school once I guess.

  6. Nice. And special - I shall tell you why later. Keep writing more stories !

  7. uttu i love the way u potray guys. keep it up!!!

  8. @Rishkul: I don't like being predictable. So now I'm mad at you.

    @Harshad: Hey, thanks. I'm glad you liked it. :)

    @Shilpa: Yes, that's the effect that I was looking for. Thanks. :)

    @Gursimran: YOU felt sad as shit while watching Kites? Yes, I've heard that you like it when people pop it for no valid reason.

    @Nix: Thanks man! Jhatka laga?

    @Sheela: Thank you. I hope the ending wasn't obvious this time!

    @Rohit: Hmm...a Columbine like ending would've worked too, I guess. I've never felt such extreme depression in school. Lonely, at times. But not depression.

    @Shraddha: Thank you Shraddha. Tell me why soon.

    @Annonymous: Thank you! Tell me your name, though.

  9. Yours is a classic story teller style, and the story always flows so smoothly that the reader is always gripped with curiosity and suddenly, BOOM! The last line kills..always..
    waah waah..

  10. Yeah not depressed, just the feeling of being ignored.

  11. @Kirti: =D I'm glad.

    @Rohit: Yes, true.

  12. read 1st time any of ur posts..
    n it had a nice flow..
    it creates a solid effect..
    last line had it all!

  13. Really nicely written! loved the flow and 1st person narration!
    even I expected something of the shooting kind but its ur story!

  14. loved it... looking forward to read more f ur posts...

  15. just saw this blog from your twitter page.....

    grooving story uttaraji (but I too predicted the end) a classic touch in the first three paragraghs.....

    really nice ;)

  16. I thought he was going to the gym :P but well, nicely written :)

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