RETURN OF THE EX-BOYFRIEND
He taught me that mindless action can hurt others’ feelings and reputation. He taught me to stick to one’s correct decisions even if everything else is against you. He made me believe that our lives are destined and freedom, trust and respect are the most important things in life. Jasmine opened her Facebook profile and showed Puja the friend request of Vikrant and his profile pic. She then said that “this man taught me a lot in life. He taught me that mindless action can hurt others’ feelings and reputation.”
Like every day, Jasmine, 35, finished all her chores to leisurely check the latest updates on her Facebook account. Her husband had already left for office and son for school. There was a friend request. She opened the link which mentioned ‘Vikrant Bhandari sent you a friend request’. Jasmine was stunned and her heartbeat became faster. For a minute or so she was motionless with eyes fixed on the friend request. The only thought that crossed her mind was, ‘Is he’ ‘him’?’
With trembling hands she opened his profile page. Yes, it was him with a French beard and moustache. ‘Looks very different,’ she thought. She scrolled through the other pics to see his wife, who was beautiful, and a young son. She got curious to know more about him, so she opened each and every picture and post which Vikrant had uploaded in the last 10 years. She saw his fancy bungalow and
He sat under my house for days and nights and played loud music. He wrote his and my names on our society walls for all to read. He kept ringing my landline phone continuously even at odd hours. He would contact all my friends and harass them too to extract all my information.
expensive car. ‘Always fond of boasting. Else who uploads pictures of car and bungalow?’ she thought. As she saw the images her mind got preoccupied in her olden days when Vikrant was her boyfriend and both were very much in love. But that was 15 years back. All these years she had forgotten him somewhere. But today memories struck her mind as if it was a matter of yesterday.
Time passed in thoughts and suddenly her doorbell rang. It was her son back from school. Her son started narrating all that happened in school but she was not listening. Her son shouted “Are you giving?” “What?” inquired Jasmine. “Where are you, mummy? I just said, I want money to buy chocolates for my friends.” If it was any other day she would have inquired thoroughly about his demand but today she felt mentally drained to talk anything and simply gave him money. Jasmine was living a comfortable life with Akshat, her husband, who was economically stable. He was a simple guy who loved Jasmine. That day he smelt something wrong in Jasmine’s behaviour as he found her lost in her own world though Jasmine pretended to be fine. But he did not dig in much.
Jasmine was not okay for the next few days. She again and again kept staring at the friend request thinking why Vikrant after so many years remembered her. She avoided talking to her best friend Puja who knew almost everything about Jasmine except her episode with Vikrant. But Puja was a curious lady and on seeing Jasmine’s behaviour decided to have a chat with her. After coaxing Jasmine a lot she decided to open up.
Jasmine opened her Facebook profile and showed Puja the friend request of Vikrant and his profile pic. She then said that “this man taught me a lot in life. He taught me that mindless action can hurt others’ feelings and reputation. He taught me to stick to one’s correct decisions even if everything else is against you. He made me believe that our lives are destined and freedom, trust and respect are the most important things in life. And it’s because of him that I was able to understand the worth of my husband. This man is responsible for my incomplete master’s degree and disconnection with all my college friends.”
Puja curiously kept staring at Jasmine. “He is my ex-boyfriend when I was 20 years old. For 15 years I have not been in touch with him and understand why he sent me a friend request after all that he did to me,” said Jasmine. “I want to know everything.” “Maybe I can help”, said Puja.
Iwas a bright student in college. Vikrant was my classmate, a back-bencher but from an affluent family. We were general friends. I never realised that he had a huge crush on me and that he kept following me everywhere. One day, finding me alone in the classroom, he came up to me and said “Can I hug you?” I stood stunned there. He simply hugged me and left. But it felt nice to me. He had procured all my details from the college office. Since then I started getting calls from him and mostly he talked as I was still nervous. He declared his love for me but I was unsure and he did not bother about my response. I continued to be with him as his presence gave me a high and comfortable feeling. Very soon I started feeling the madness in his love. My demands were always fulfilled and his only motive was to keep me happy. When I laughed he laughed, when I cried he cried. I never felt this close to anyone in my entire life. I was enjoying all this and who does not like to be loved? All this sounds perfect. Right?
“But as it is said the brightest flame casts the darkest shadow. Vikrant grew very possessive about me. He sought control over whatever I did. He almost dictated to me. He assaulted all my male friends physically as he did not like my talking to them. If I was unable to answer his calls he would impatiently keep ringing the phone without thinking about the disturbance he was creating. He followed me everywhere even to my tuition classes and when I was at home kept talking to me on the phone. I was studious and serious about my career. He had no activity in life. I was an independent girl and loved my freedom and he was dominating, short tempered and, at times, violent. His behaviour started irritating me. I had a few arguments with him but in vain. Very soon, I realised that we were not compatible but if I broke the relation abruptly, he would go mad.
“I thought of doing it gradually. So I stopped going on dates with him citing fear. But there was no change in his feeling. He kept talking to me on phone and followed me everywhere. As his love had reached heights, the feeling of jealousy and possessiveness too had reached heights. So I decided to tell him directly. Over the phone I cited all the reasons that made us incompatible and that I did not see my future with him. He did not respond or communicate with me that day. I was surprised that he accepted my decision easily. But I was wrong!
“That night he came to my house for the first time and narrated our affair and physical closeness to my parents. He expressed his desire to marry me. When my shocked parents asked for an explanation from me, out of fear I said we were just friends. But