Friday, August 23, 2013

A moment of disillusion



Hi there..!!!
Long time.., isn't it? Well, I always cheat myself when it comes to writing, I always intend to write so much but the Lazy ME always eludes from doing so..!! :)

So this thing that I am writing today should have come after a series of other pieces that I have somehow managed to scribble and doodle in my diary, but haven’t had the time, to actually write that in a proper manner. But hey... isn’t it quite obvious that it might have been something quite impacting or something that which had left me wondering/hurt/bewildered/extremely happy that I am actually expressing here in the BLOG(I know that’s kind of cheating..) This happened to me. But why am I writing this. Mr. Eyes was involved.
So let me give a brief recap. As the time went by, I have become used to working with Mr. Eyes. I like the presence itself of Mr. Eyes. It kind of feels so warm and secure. And I have (damn I accept it) already considered and accepted him as one of my dearest friends. I would die 10 times before losing such a friend. But he isn’t aware because I never express it this way, though I have told him that he is my good friend. I share all my woes happiness and thoughts with him and I speak my heart to him. But I dare not tell all this to him, don’t want him to get mad at me or think otherwise (and change the things as they are now). (He is aware of a lot of things, that I have hid from others, but I would always pray he doesn’t judge me).
But the fact remains same here that the same is not felt on the other side. By nature Mr. Eyes is a social and jovial person. He feels good by making the person in front of him smile and be comfortable and then the person immediately strikes a chord and befriends him. But that you are in his that very close group of friends, can’t be decided or predicted by you; his inner circle remains his decision always and a few lucky ones get a place in that. In my case I know, he is genuinely a nice person to all and so is with me too. There are many traits I own that bug him and which he finds irritating. (What to do now, human beings aren’t made perfect… :) ).
But what am I talking about here? I felt a little disillusioned. It’s not always necessary that whatever we feel and how earnestly we express that, should get a recognition. Sometimes we are in an illusion that what we are doing and feeling, right now, that same is being felt and done by the world around us. If I give a person, 10 things out of my wish, it is never necessary that the person returns the same 10 things to me or even 10things at all. And as all of us know being disillusioned is the hardest things that ever happen to us. Everybody faces that in life and talking of Safiya (that would be me), who lives in her own land of Dreams and imaginations, being disillusioned happens every time. It’s more like a regular tragedy. Tragedy - because, every time it happens, it is traumatizing.
So a few days back, things had become quite nice. I had become fonder of my buddy, and there were few situations (unrelated to him) which were affecting me, it was him who helped my do the correct actions. So it so happened that I became more casual and friendly with him. But I never realized that the other side of the coin is not the same. The kind of expectations I was keeping was never going to be fulfilled; this I wasn’t aware of. I remained under the impression that I am just as important for him as he was (in fact, is) for me. What I failed to realize then that, “I am more of a mentee for him”. He was just doing his duty and was in fact going out of his way to guide me. I had starting bugging him, and teasing with the very little nonsense that I knew. I didn’t realize it wasn’t school anymore. I used to speak with him for hours together. And I had started to annoy him more I guess. This once became clear, when I was once talking over phone and was in simple niggling self, when I first saw his annoyance. Later that day I don’t know if he was real busy, he never called back. A day later he did not pick a call or two. The reasons he gave were totally justifiable and reasonable. I wasn’t feeling that connected any more. This was something that was bothering me to the core. I wasn’t able to accept the truth of the situation. It was just that I was unnecessarily being grumpy and hated the feeling of being ignored.
I called him up, asking if anything was wrong and that if I had hurt/annoyed him. If he wasn’t willing to talk to me more, of if he wanted me to stay at bay. He said everything was fine and I was being illogical. And that I need not worry about what is wrong or right.
But how do I make him realize that I am a person of extremes. He was so professional in dealing with me. So calm and sober, that I couldn’t stand that restraint. I couldn’t stop myself thinking about it and sulking the whole day. Making futile promises to myself and ending up either texting or calling up. After 3-4 days of pathetic behavioral tendencies I finally met him at my work place. My mind said to avoid and to be neutral, but my heart said speak out. My heart said blurt it out else you lose a friend. Between all this my face betrayed me again. My disappointment and angst was writ large on my face. But again that calm response was enough to make me keep quite. The answer once given was never given any further explanations. That kind of statement and later on the undisturbed and unperturbed expression, with a slight air of arrogance was enough to end the story.
When I returned back home, after having food both for body and thought, was able to hold myself together, and realized that I my stupid illusion had been cleared, which I was having troubles to accept.
I don’t deserve to be called his friend, but the best bond that stays here, will always be that of a mentor and mentee. But I hate to say it; my heart would never be able to consider him anything less than a friend. But I have somehow felt now that he has never thought of me as a friend, but as a mentee. I feel sad, but at least satisfied, that I am not cheating myself with an illusion anymore.