Sunday, May 13, 2007

Why would you deem it wrong to forgive?

It wasn’t the perfect setting, but it would do. The greatest rock band of all time was in the middle of their greatest rock act on a London stage - ah but thats all superfluous and secondary information - a tease to tweak your attention a wee bit. I suspect authors have done far worse horrors and I don't even claim a stake at "Authorship".

She’d been to this concert hall before, but it wasn’t like this and she could bet that it never had been. Taking a last gulp from the coke bottle (spiced for ambience) and her brain fizzing with the amphetamine sulphate taken earlier - she roared the words of the song, going to a frenzy and to a place where she could almost forget what he had told her earlier.

Just after they had made love, when he’d gone quiet.
“What’s up baby?” she'd asked.
“Its all fucked” he said.
“Aw come off it now...there’s nothing wrong. Life’s all pretty and beautiful” She'd replied.

Then he turned around, his eyes were moist and he looked like a child.
It was then that her first and only lover told her that he’d been fucking someone else...earlier ....right here....same bed ....the one they shared every night.

It had meant nothing : a mistake - he tried, as the extent of his transgression became apparent in her reaction. He was young and learning about boundaries as he saw his emotional vocabulary extending out in front of him, just a little too slowly.
He had just wanted to tell her - to be straight with her.

It was true - it was a mistake...a bloody human mistake.

Her anger and reaction he understood : his would have been no different. But then she took it too far...all the TV mind washing and magazine women lib stories...she didn’t realise that she had an option to forgive and forget. How could she? He had to be punished....severely ( was there any other kind?). She had to show that two could play at the same game...revenge, revenge, sweet happy revenge. This relationship had no chance and all the mind numbing bullshit that Oprah’s living comes off, came streaming through.

4 years on - she’s had a failed marriage and he won’t open up in his new relationship; after all he doesn’t trust love and its non-understanding non-forgiving ways.

If only she could forgive...but she’s just bloody human.


Ambooj Tiwari said...


thanks for your comment...and i must admit, i really liked what you have been writing (esp this entry...kinda has echoes of my past, so i can say u really articulated the feelings very well/ realistically)...although it did seem u r also a rookie blogger like me!!! also i'm kinda curious there a chance i might know you from sometime/someplace...n abhi is abhi~nav/shek/lash/?

Perspective Inc said...

You are a fab writer yourself!!

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