Born under the Libra sun, as far as i’ve known myself, i’m a gregarious person. I like company or more I need a company, preferably a jolly one. I try to be down to earth at most times. I like joking. I do get a bit hilaroius at times. But some remarks on me are such that i find them hard to comprehend.
Lately, I was surfing the net searching for some accesories for the music software that i had just installed. i was in my own world then. The world in which i long to be in most of the times. The world filled with sheer joy and happiness. Something next to ‘Alice’s Wonderland’. Roy Orbison singing ‘Only the lonely’ in the background was accruing to the subtleness of my mind. Just then, ‘ping’ rang the bell of MSN Messenger that indicated that someone has just signed in. A female classmate of mine it was.
Though i am not a gay, i find myself little reluctant to approach girls. I find them attractive but lack the guts to talk to them. My so called ‘co-ed’ school owes one for that. But then the case was different. I wasnt face to face. Thinking this i snuggled up some courage and decided to have a little chat with her. “Hi”, i typed. No reply. I waited. Long pause followed. A mono syllable “Hi”, she typed after 5 minutes interval. I was feeling like, “now she types.” Anyway i just tried to start off a conversation.
She wasnt any Miss World Nominee. Neither was she a descendant of Marie Curie. Just a normal uptown girl (It would me mean of me to say she looked creepy). She was a kind of introvert: talked less, stared more. Had somewhat of a ‘bookworm’ appearance marked by her lenses. Her figure was OKAY type for an uptown girl except that she had crooked legs. And as any other women, an innocent look hung on her face everytime she passed by. That was her.
So there she was engaged with ‘God knows what’ keeping me waiting. As for me, I hate to keep other people waiting. I usually reply as soon as possible. But I guess some people in this world havent been taught much of ‘etiquette’. Light conversation began with about two minute pauses in between. Like always, i was just trying to create a jolly ambience to make both of us comfortable, but then i see a comment from her,”Ayush, why are you so rude?” My jaws dropped right then and there. It hit me right on my face: Hard. I was just perplexed for a moment. I didnt know what to write. All the Alice in Wonderland sensation that i was experiencing went down in the drain. It seemed everything has freezed for the moment. It was my first time that i had recieved such a derogatory remark.
“Rude?” I typed trying to verify if it was the actual thing she meant. Without any delay this time, with the speed of light came the reply “YES” all in capital letters and without saying anything logged off abruptly. Then it was my turn to get engaged in ‘God knows what’. I was totally amazed and a bit agitated for such an offending comment. I tried to find an answer to that. I talked to my best friends. The ones i share my loses and triumphs with. “Hey guys tell me the truth, do i sound rude?” Some straight answers came like,”No not at all”, Others lacked gravity. “Are you out of your mind?” “Have you been staying up late?” “Hey have you been drinking lately?”. 99% of the answers were on my side. Then why did she call me ‘rude’?
The question still lingers in my brain to this date. I always wonder why did she say that to me. She must have had her own reasons for that. From that day, i always try to observe my speech, trying to filter the ‘rudeness’yet preventing it from sounding affected. So whenever i hear that word ‘rude’, an imaginary mirror gets created infront of me and sometimes i do get a little irritated by that feeling. People have their own ways of judging the world. She might have misjudged me or I myself must be rude, i have yet to find that out.
