Itching For a Fight!

The first time I ever met her she was wearing this floral blue thing that I completely associated with the kind of people I never became friends with, but then ideas change and so it did again, that day. She questioned constantly, during the orientation and later on, in many of the classes we had together. She would question things, we took for granted. She challenged authority, not for the sake of false rebellion but because she truly believed that somewhere, while asking us to grow up, they, the so called experienced grownups, treated us like we were in kindergarten, asking them to pin our ID cards to our shirt pockets. I adored her and probably admired her. She was that one person who I kind of looked up to, because she had the courage I never had. She would fight for all of us and then fight us, for making wrong choices, in boyfriends and in college. And then suddenly one day, on the ride back home from college, she dropped a bomb (to say the least). She was quitting college. She was not happy. I was angry at her. Yes! But I think the pride surpassed the temper. I never told her this but I was happy she could take a decision like that. And so she left.

Life went on and somewhere along the line, she started losing that spark, of life and happiness, that she had passed on to us. I hated that. I hated what people who apparently cared about her did to her. She got caught in that rigmarole of having a job which you neither love nor hate and living a life that is exciting to people not living it. She loves to criticize herself, something I never thought she would do (unless it was about weight loss, which is the constant bane of all our lives). She blames herself for the faults of self-proclaimed pricks. She calls herself the loser, when it is the other person who lost. She is slowly leeching off all my qualities and since I am such a jealous guardian of all my faults, this is the first notice to her, to leave the territory of my not-so-materialistic patented emotions. And since she knows that I am stronger and will completely kick her a$# in a fight, she will make the right decision. Anyway she bruises way too easily.

By the way, if you are reading this and if you follow the diktat, I cross my heart and swear to train you so that you can beat up the several losers. Just for the heck of it.