There always have to be some Imthiyas (read villain) in
every crush stories to break some poor guy’s heart. And Hanie is the villain in my story. But
there is a good news, he hasn’t confessed his love or anything to her. And a
bad news, she did! And a good news again, he just ‘lol’ed at her confession.
And a bad news too, his Whatsapp status says “Draco Dormiens Nunquam
Titillandus” (You shouldn’t tickle a sleeping dragon).
After the birthday night conversation with her, and the next
three nights of mysterious disappearance of her last seen status in Whatsapp, I
was too disturbed to be despair enough to ask her why she turned it off every
night.
“Personal reasons.” she had said. She indirectly meant ‘Mind
your own business.’ So I did.
But wait, her dad had commented on me! That’s my business.
Next day I texted her again.
“How come your Papa knows me?” I sent along her own messages
that she had sent to Fidal about me for her reference.
She was caught off the guard for a while.
“He just judged you from your meeting that day.” Meanwhile
Fidal started spamming abuses in my inbox.
“But why was he talking about me.” I wasn’t done.
“Personal reasons.” Damn! That was the third time she had
‘personal reasoned’ me off. Can’t she see I’m much interested about her
personal life?
“Sorry.” She said.
“For what?” I wasn’t expecting that.
“Simply.”
Fidal kept bugging me to call him. What was the big deal?
“What’s your problem? Let me do some talking.” I was annoyed
at Fidal.
“If I tell you, you shouldn’t feel bad about it.” He gave me
a preface to prepare me for the trauma that was to follow. I was already starting
to feel bad.
“She likes someone. A Hanie, from Kochi. He is working at Bangalore now, in Oracle. He was studying in NIT Calicut, and he came to know
about her through Facebook, and they used to chat. She has a crush on him but
he kind of ignores her.” I was in a trance. I barely registered him as he went
on about their story. Hanie had once called her out for a coffee, and she
rejected the offer, but she told her parents about it. That was some 2 years
ago when he was at Calicut, and then he moved to Bangalore, and disappeared for
a while. He appeared back again a year later, and since then, they used to have
casual texting. And now that I was signalling her my intentions, she wanted to
play it safe, and decided to finally let me know about her ‘personal reason’.
That explained her ‘sorry’.
“This holy love and stuffs doesn’t work out in this
generation.” He blamed me for procrastinating any move at her, as he hung
up the call.
God, not fair! It felt like I was caught in a storm of
desperation, as if some huge weight had fallen on my head. I was mad at God,
and women, and undeserving men, all at the same time! I was convinced for the
first time I truly had feelings for her.
But I didn’t want to sound all ‘Devdas’.
“Fidal just called me. My turn to apologize, I am sorry.” I
texted her.
“What did he tell you?”
“About the ‘personal matter’.”
“Please keep it a secret.”
“You shouldn’t trust a writer.”
“If things were all good, I wouldn’t mind, but he just
considers me as a friend. So please keep it a secret.” She tried to reason. Oh
please! There is a guy here who would treat you lot more than a mere friend,
what are you going to do about him?
“I was kidding.” No, I wasn’t. I am actually breaking her
promise writing this.
“He doesn’t know about it. He is this conservative and
serious type, and he respects his privacy much.”
“Fine.”
“Let his name not come up again, please.” She wasn’t
convinced.
“Okay!!!”
“You don’t know him right, do you? I mean, through any
mutual friends?” She asked while I was about to stalk him on Facebook.
“Calm down, I didn’t check yet.”
“Oh… Please, don’t check, I just asked.” But she was too
late.
Hanie Salim. There was this skinny guy with his wavy hair posing
with his weird sunglasses in front of some monument. What a douche! And the
other pic had him showing off with his bike, probably he had bought himself.
Oracle must be paying him enough. He occasionally posted politically tainted
jokes. And this app had certified him his IQ level was 150. It said ‘Your
emotional intelligence level is: Exceptionally gifted. People are drawn to you
and your charisma is highly enchanting.’ Bullshit! I tested the app myself. ‘Your
emotional intelligence score is between 100 and 110. You have an impressive
balance of an analytical and emotional mind.’ That’s a buggy nonsense app! He had all the random likes from Bollywood to
unknown music bands, from Religion to bike stunts, and his comments were all polite enough, can’t deduct marks there. He had 34 followers, and she had liked
his photos.
“I just did.” I replied. “And no, I don’t know him.”
She was relieved.
“It’s just that I am afraid of him.” Come on! No one forced
you to like that scary scallywag.
“Why afraid of him? He doesn’t look like a serious
conservative type.”
“I don’t know. What do you think about him?” Good question.
Well, I think he is a total looser, a waste of flesh, and a burden on earth.
Wait.
“I may sound too biased.” I controlled my temptation.
“I just know that he values his privacy more than anything.
And go on, you can say anything.”
“No, I shouldn’t judge.” I pretended to be a good boy.
“Come on, its fine.”
“A player.” ‘Speak no evil monkey’ made his appearance.
“A player? I didn’t understand.” She was confused. Well, a
player is one who plays with people’s feelings.
“That’s all you need to know then.” I tried to dismiss her.
“No! Please tell, not like we are in any relationship, he is
just my crush. I won’t tell anyone.” She insisted. As if I was scared of him.
He should be the one scared of me!
“Is he ignoring you?” Fidal had tipped me on that.
“I felt so, he says he is always busy. You didn’t tell me
what you meant by ‘player’.” She wouldn’t let it pass.
“Player is like flirt, no hard feelings.” I had to explain.
“Hehe.” To my relief, she laughed. “Even I think so.”
“Now, tell me why your Papa was talking about me?”
“I don’t keep secrets from Papa. When I showed him the
article you wrote, he was quite angry at first, but when later, he met you, he
said ‘he seems a good guy’.” Well, thanks papa!
“And how’s your Umma, is she strict?”
“More childish than me! She gets tensed easily. She is so
worried about me. But Papa is very free, though strict.” How can he be both together
at the same time? “But he supports me all the time. I am Papa’s girl.” She
blushed.
I sent her the blog post I had written, the ‘Aftermath’ of
‘Thattathin Marayathu’ where I had judged precisely the incidents that had
happened at her home after she showed them my article. I had to censor certain
parts of it since it was certain she was going to show it to her dad. “See, I
was close.” I bragged.
She was surprised.
“The marriage thing, even today I asked my dad to get me
married soon.” I had mentioned a similar conversation to have happened at her
home when they read my article.
“Why?”
“Because I like this person, and I don’t trust him. I lost
my hope. Even after confessing it to him, he took it as a joke. Neither did he
say no. He is playing with my feelings. Like you said, a good player.”
“So you want to force your marriage on him?” I was starting
to realize I will never understand her.
“Not him! Whomever my dad finds for me.” Light bulb! I know
my way around with dads.
“But why? To revenge him?”
“Nah, I am just worried. I don’t want to fall for
relationships, but marriage.” And as quite anticipated, she said the obvious, “It’s
all haraam!”
Next day, it took me three Islamic reference sites to argue
back that love is a natural feeling, that it could happen outside human
consciousness, that it is not a sin. Finally she agreed up on the point that,
it’s how we act that counts, not what we feel. I was putting up all these
efforts to pave me my way to her, but it was also possible that I was simply
digging my own grave, encouraging her to ‘sin’ more.
“Love is a cobweb.” She had a lecture from her parents. “And
my Umma agrees with your comment about Hanie ka.” I liked the Umma agreeing
part and unliked the ‘ka’ after Hanie. “My dad wouldn’t want to send me far
away from him, I don’t think he will let me marry a Cochin guy.”
I did a quick math, it takes three and half hours from
Kasargod to Calicut, and eight and half hours to Ernakulam, that is, five long hours from Calicut. I had the geographical advantage.
“The mistake he did was to call me out for a coffee.” She
went on about him. “But, there is hope. Our common friend, Emil ka
is my mom’s best friend’s son. He may help.” Villain number 2: Emil.
“Are you still obsessed with him?” I was getting annoyed.
“I like him! How can I forgot him all of a sudden?” In a
way, I was just another Farhana obsessed with a Hanie who wouldn’t see through me.
“It’s just a crush.” She kept convincing herself.
“What happened after the coffee incident?”
“I didn’t go, but I told my parents, and they named him ‘coffee
mon’.” That's a cool family. “They just cautioned me that my decisions may
get me into troubles.” She continued. “So I gave Papa two options, to get me
married soon, or that I will wait, but I’ll decide my groom. And he
went for the latter option.” She was hopelessly excited about the idea of
marriage.
“Papa says I am saying all these out of my childishness.”
Glad her Papa realises that. “Am I boring you, I talk a lot.” Oh, I have long
waited for you to start talking!
“Continue the story!”
“After the coffee incident, I had a very bad impression
about him. Dad was cool about it, so he left the case. But we used to have
casual chats, and then he left Calicut. He got too busy after that.”
This is where Emil makes his villain appearance. “That’s
when Emilka told me about Hanieka, that he is a very good person, and about his
character, his family, his studies, and stuff.” It was Emil who corrupted her
innocent mind. “After that, I got that feeling… Maybe it was the way he
talked.”
“Wait! How did he talk?” What evil had he done?
“He was very nice, respectful, and serious. He used to ask
me about my college and all, he was so caring. He advised me on dealing with new friends.”
What an imp! I bet he and Emil were working as a team. If I was to play Farcry right then, I knew exactly what I will name my opponents.
“Did you tell him you like him?” That must have been the only thing I wanted to know then.
“Yeah, I accidently forwarded a message I was typing to
Fidalka.” Wow, that has to be recent, Fidal had only started texting her few
weeks ago. See what you have done Fidal!
“What did he reply?”
“He said ‘Lol! Feelings should be expressed’.” What? Was he for real? “We didn’t talk anything about it after that. He
talked about grilled chicken he had made. That’s all.” Grilled chicken
definitely was a cool thing to talk about after a love confession! Maybe I was being too mean to him.
Phew!
“But do you know what he might have meant?” She asked me.
“I am no expert in this, but maybe he is still on to you.” I
replied honestly. She had tickled the sleeping dragon. And the dragon was
enjoying the tickling.
Next day, her status message turned into a rose flower. And
mine into “Dead.”