Dear Reader,
I am a 16 year old student somewhere in the vicinity of Delhi. Gurgaon to be precise. I live with my family which is comprised of my father, my mother, my grandparents and a troublesome sister. And my heart is made up of not chambers for blood or ventricles but of love and space for my grandmother and a few friends. Though there has been an imbalance for a couple of weeks owing to a new lady in my life. In order to preserve the privacy of the people I write about I’ll be giving them names. My kid friend, Violet who I’ve known for half-a-year now. My friend and almost brother since 10 years, Tranquil. My brother, Sam. My morbid friend since 3 years, Klaus. My Sugar. My nonu X. My girlfriend, Beatrice. There are more, not many, but yes more. They’ll be given their names when I write about something which they cannot be left out of. It is my blog so it shall be dedicated to me usually so I’ll dedicate this first post to describing my friends.
Violet, who sees herself to be assaulted by unfortunate events spends most of her time undermining herself. Even though she’s an amazing enough singer to have her CD out in a while, and pretty enough to make a lot of people jealous. That jealousy has given rise to a lot of false accusations and rumors. Which further make people jump to conclusions. Even though jumping to conclusions is an expression rather than an activity, it is always better if you check your jumping to be safe or not. What I am trying to say is that jumping to conclusions about her is not safe. Even though all I do now is talk. Violence sickens me. This is very surprising for an austere listener of post-hardcore music. But dear Violet does not like my interference, violent or not.
Tranquil is the coolest person I’ve ever known. Even though we hadn’t been very good friends for the 10 years we’ve known each other. I used to think of him to be cool that time too. His and my dad were good friends when they were young resulting in our knowing each other. He’s always looked down upon junkies even though he’s been a Marilyn Manson fan. Unfortunately he became that very thing he despised. He’s stopped now and his will power has amazed me time and time again. He’s only done it once since he’s left 3 weeks ago.
My brother Sam is basically my….. brother. I know nothing about him and he knows nothing about me. The things we know about each other are assumptions we make by reading each other’s messages. So that’s about it. But I do respect him a lot.
KLAUS! Klaus is on of the dumbest bi-pedal life forms on Earth. But he is the only one who can empathize with my obsession for blood and things dark. And we even talk about things as dumb as giving each other super-powers by freak accidents. He loves the music I make him hear. And I love his.
Sugar is one of the two close friends I have which I owe to facebook. She was new to school and I helped her fit in. Which I do to most newcomers as I see myself as a real living Clark Kent. She is as confused as a house pet would be when choosing a bone or a chewy he likes. I used to think that I was ‘emo’ earlier. Which she took too seriously and identifies herself with now. Which makes me feel guilty immensely.
X is an idiot! I need not say more. Even though he thinks like I do and thinks he’s as old as Gram’pa Joe. We’ve gotten into some trouble lately which is best not talked about. ;)
Beatrice. Oh, how I love her. Even though I had my times when I was confused and wondered if we had rushed it. It’s all perfect now. She makes me go blah. And makes me read the same sentence again. And makes me read the same sentence again. And makes me read the same sentence again.
Read more of my posts only if you wish to be more confused than you already are. Either you’ll hate it. Or you’ll love it.
With all due respect,
Esh Dec In
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