Some things get you irritated, and you are reminded of people, who behave like the famous “dog’s tail”.
1-2 months back, I had a chat with one of my school-mate. Haroon, or kochu, he was called, and he was in my class till 10th. After 12th, we never even maintained contact, I never knew where he was and I think it was the same with him, unless he employs "the CIA" for keeping track of me. And yet, when I chatted with him, after almost 8 years of meeting him, I was faced with the questions “Why was I not invited for the marriage” and “How the hell did your mom allow for the marriage” , “Was not your mom “too” strict to allow for a love marriage” and lots of other questions. Almost all were negative questions, and, as if he was my best friend, inquiring about my mom’s behavior. And to sum it all, he goes on complaining about him not being invited for my marriage. Grow up dude. At least, wake up.
Another such instance, about a Manchester United fan club. Manchester United was trashed 6-1 by Manchester City, and being a normal “non-fanatic” football fan, I enjoyed the match, and I enjoyed the thrashing. I posted on facebook, about Man U getting trashed. Another classmate of mine, whom I remember coming to my house only during exam time for combined studies (I guess, because, that is when he remembers that I exist), the “back-stabber” Asish C.R, out of nowhere, came and put up a “spirited” fight, to save the club he “owned”.
More than that, what irritated me was another guy, Unnikrishnan, whom I have not even talked much in school, poking and asking me which club I support. And when I replied, I just love the game more than the fanatic (which any human other than him can find normal), he was offended and that kicked off a small “facebook-fight” with my shit on top of his bullshit.
One question which both these guys posted and irritated me quite a lot was about the “number of football matches” I watch. You know what, these guys, whom I chatted after 8 years, have very closely followed me, whatever I do, even the number of times I go to toilet each day, so that they have the accurate count of the number of matches I watch every season. What else can I say to them, other than “grow up or wake up”.
The point is, I was not very “active” during the school days, and I admit, I was more of a so called nerd. But time have changed, 8 years have passed by. How can they, more than my family or my friends know me? Or are they assuming that 8 years is too small, and, because they have not changed from the school days, I might also not have! I feel ashamed of even pitying them.
