Teenage infatuation gone wrong

My last post drew a lot of flak, not for the randomness of my life but what I mentioned about one of my darkest deeds. Its ironical that my other random ramblings were ignored, while one misdeed of mine, though causally mentioned, got the widest attention.

Yes I did sort of molest somebody in high school, which was about ten years back, when I was in class XII and School Vice Captain. This chick, who was perhaps as pretty as pretty can be, was a year junior to me. She was a talented gal, prominent in both sports and academics. However as she had recently joined that year, was possibly searching for an identity for herself and looking at ways and means to associate herself with those who mattered. Perhaps as a school prefect she did make an effort to come close to me, which I mistook for attraction.

It was during one cultural event that we got actually close and spent some time together. I was the host for that event in which she was performing, I still remember the song she was dancing to choodi jo khanki haathon main. All team members including participants, stayed back after school hours for rehearsals and that is when more information sharing about each other took place. In hindsight I guess as an extrovert she was more forthcoming, while I was my usual reticent self.

I must say she was a deadly cocktail of beauty and brains, the sort who can give anyone sleepless nights, a fact endorsed by many others. As state table tennis champion, she was all across the local newspapers and in terms of appearance was a cross between Urmila Matondkar and Divya Bharti.

Now why did I commit the unpardonable act? Well it was my immaturity or the all-conquering teen ego, which could never take no for an answer. At the time of the deed, I was totally smitten by her, an infatuation which proved fatal for both of us. I never proposed to her, but my feelings were actually never hidden. What enraged me was her constant flirting with everyone, it was like she was choosing the weather for her mood.

That day, after which I was proceeding on a long vacation, I decided to sort out once for all and show who is the boss around. During recess I confronted her and after an ensuing argument, caught hold of her with her crying for release. I don’t remember how the hold broke, but thanks to some intrusions, sanity was soon restored.

Being a small town, the news of this happening spread across city, from tuition centers to other schools. As son of state DGP, I was all the more easily recognizable and the matter reached my home too. I did manage to wriggle out temporarily and few months later, my folks got transferred to Delhi forever. Even till date, in that city, this event is not forgotten and sometimes discussed in hushed voices

Readers please don’t crucify me, I am already remorseful for that act in my life. There is a moment of madness which grips males at times, like it did to Clinton and Shiney Ahuja, to which I unfortunately succumbed. While writing this piece I could never see any females seated around my office in the eye; I know I perpetrated an act of shame which deserves no mercy.