Shoulder to cry on: Men keep out!

I want to murder some men. To be specific certain men (four and counting..)

I’m going through a ritual that happens at least once in a relationship (all of mine followed it!!!) The break-up. Now put aside all the images that this statement conjures up for a minute…I’m not crying my heart out…I’m not much given to crying anyway.

Consider now the reactions of other people.

Not too many people to start with since it was a brief liaison and I didn’t talk about it. (which is why we will discount what his friends say, given that he has talked about it). In fact quite a few people in my sample have been made aware only recently of ‘him’ and ‘us’ and the ‘not-us-anymore-status’. Here is what they all had to say:

Friend 1 (female): Awwww…..if I were in
India, I’d take you out to eat lots of chocolate ice-cream. (To which I said, “I ate a lot of that in this past month, with him!” More..”Awww…” and a couple of smiley hugz)

Friend 2 (female, also bestest friend): Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Meet me for lunch this weekend. (And she also called in 12-hour intervals with a “What are you doing? How are you doing?”)

Friend 3 (female): Oh, that was fast! (and then…errr, gulp…sorry) 4 hours later in a quiet tone “Was it very painful?”

And here is what the super-smart studs say:

Bloody male 1: You want commitment in a month????

Bloody male 2: I thought you didn’t like coffee. and after I raged on that…”Okay, don’t fight with me”…and then…”Your blog isn’t interesting anymore since you don’t write about me. I know what you must be writing about now.”

Bloody male 3: Wanna come over to my place tonight?

Bloody male 4: You are so superficial. I rest my case. This man is never going to be seen on this planet.

About IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on October 5, 2006, in Battle of the sexes, On a lighter note.. and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. umm.. u know i had seen his comment on ur blog, the one that started it all i presume, “we should discuss this over coffee or wine or both” or something to tht effect.. as long as u had a fun month.. its all fine in the end.. isn’t it?? or is that too guyish a comment to make?? coz according to my logic, a lifetime of sadness is welcome if it is precluded by moments of utter euphoria, or happiness. If he dint give u tht kind of happiness then.. (wanna bash him up??) 😉 😉

  2. Now, who could these bloody males be! Just you let me know, and I’ll take care of each of ’em. Esp, the insensitive #1. Grrr…Seriously, what do these dodos think of themselves!

  3. @ Pragni: 😀 His identity is public information now. It was a fun month and more. But no more for now, I suspect I’ll be writing about it for a long time to come.

    @ Brad: Want another BIFF on the nose?

  4. Huh have you ever tried deliberately slow visualizations of the concerned being garrotted or guillotined?? (Personal favourite garrote)
    I do that almost always.. though admittedly recently growing less likely… but it is a great feeling… Try it….close your eyes and visualize… in detail… and every one of them… has served me good for 13 years since i was 14 or 15..

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