(Series) Chapter 2: Can We Be Friends With Our Ex

a quote on how ex become a memory of a stranger

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, I was being summoned by Pooja, to be her slave for the afternoon as she would search each and every shop at the mall till she finds the best stilettos for her beautiful feet. I was just the muck who would carry her bags and give my expert opinion, on being asked, as to which style looks better, ‘I would rather enjoy watching her try on some new lingerie than stupid sandals, but oh well’. Pooja was a dear friend, but frankly I was a little terrified of her. She was beautiful, smart and knew Taekwondo and could easily kick my ass even though we had a height difference of one foot. After college she went to U. K. for her master’s degree and had picked up an accent, I loved listening to her talk, ‘British Accent is the best, she would say fuck you and it would sound like, I like you’.



 I had done nothing all week other than sitting in front of my laptop watching different series, so I was looking forward to walking all day in the mall, exercise.
   
As soon as we entered the mall, I was happy with my decision. It was Saturday, the mall was filled with girls and I was with one who was hot as the summer heat outside. I was enjoying the attention and the turning of eyeballs as we walked. Being ugly as me, I was not use to being smiled at by beautiful girls as we passed by them, I was feeling confident for once, my chest was out and my head held high. ‘Only if these girls knew, I was just her bag carrier and she was way out of my league, I would be back to that tall ugly chap.’ She began her ritual of going to all the shops that sale sign on them, I could see the excitement in her eyes as a little child left in a toy store.

My feet started to ache by now, and we had just finished two floors, there were still two more floors to complete, I already had a bag in each hand, apparently we were not here just for shoes alone. I told her that I needed rest, so we began our way to the food court. As we were about to reach there, suddenly Pooja turned and ran towards the fire escape exit, I was left dumbfounded, I didn’t understand what just happened. I made my way towards her, she was gasping for air, I was enjoying her breast going up and down, but I had to ask her as to what on earth could have made the girl I was terrified of, so much aghast. ‘My ex is here’ she mumbled, I could hear her clearly but I wanted to hear her again, I could not believe what I was hearing. For the first time the goddess Pooja looked human to me. ‘I was a little happy also, now at least.  I knew one of the flaws in her perfection’. She told me that she was the one who had been dumped, ‘That guy must be a Greek God to dump her’, and also that she didn’t want to be anywhere near him and wished he was dead.

 That night this incident made me wonder, why do we want our ex’s to be out of our lives all together, or can we be friends with our ex?
I was so bad in maths that I could hardly find the value of ‘X’ let alone solve the equation of what makes ‘A’ be friends with ‘B’ that is now an ‘ex’. I thought what better way to find my answers than a brainstorm with your ex. I called ‘B’ next morning, the conversation was awkward but we decided to have lunch together.

 I reached there trying to look my best, which was just below average for normal people. I met her outside the pub, she looked lovely as always, a slender thought crept into my brain ‘she was right to dump me, she was far too beautiful to be with an ugly guy like me’. She looked nervous or maybe her heels were just slippery as she missed a step and was about to fall but somehow managed not to, a good thing was, it was a Sunday afternoon and the pub was totally empty or we would have to find a new place to sit because of this incident. To see her so conscious and nervous, made me a little confident. She ordered water, and I ordered Ice tea, we both smiled at each other and then she ordered two tequila shots, both for her my order remained the same, ‘I never consumed alcohol but I had tasted her salty lips after she was down two-three shots’.

We were both laughing, she told me stuff she hated about me while we were dating and I told her that I hated her friends, especially Vicky whom I knew liked her, but she would never get rid of him. ‘So finally I was able to solve the equation, you can be friends with your ex, after two tequila shots down’.

 ‘So who is the lucky guy?’ I asked sarcastically, and she looked at me and uttered ‘Vicky’. ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ I was in raged mode, I didn’t care if anyone was listening to us, I was almost shouting, how can she dump me and go to that asshole, I wanted to choke that guy and see life leave his eyes. She tried to explain to me that she wanted to tell this news herself and didn’t want me to hear it from someone else. I didn’t care I stood up angrily, and told her to fuck off and never call me again, I could see her crying, but now I didn’t care. At one time I would have done anything to stop those tears from falling, but now I wanted her to cry and feel the pain I was suffering. I left the place, she called me many times and left many texts, trying to explain me everything, but it hardly mattered to me.

I finally understood what Pooja was going through.  We can never be friends with our ex. We are not that evolved to see them happy with someone else; hence we try to eradicate them from our world. So here is the answer to the equation ‘A’ and ‘B’ if ex should never be friends, one of them ends up getting hurt. 

‘So should we talk about whom we are dating now, I guess that what friends talk about’ I said wanting to know if she was dating someone. I immediately regretted my words. She began to say something, ‘listen-I cut her in mid-sentence ‘I don’t think we should talk about this, not until we are serious with that person’. ‘It’s serious, umm I am engaged’ she said. I sat there shocked, I was furious, if Vicky had been sitting here, I would have punched him repeatedly till his face would be so disfigured that the best plastic surgeon wouldn’t be able to make it back to what it was. I tried to calm myself down, I thought to myself, ‘she is beautiful and someday she would have moved on, I should be civil about this’.

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Comments

  1. fun to read..
    awesome framing! :)

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  2. Thanks, much appreciated. Do come back next Friday.

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  3. What a timing Arjun, just yesterday my ex drunk dialled me asking to be friends..and then after 10 minutes of talking he wanted me back
    Oh by the way, he is already in a relationship right now :\

    I dont think exes can ever be friends, that just cannot happen. Its too twisted

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  4. That, what I feel, there is just too much emotional baggage when you deal with your ex's. it's better to be far apart from them and let them be happy and also be happy yourself. Thanks for reading :)

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  5. That was a good bang on all the guys who have dumped girls so far...
    Guys will always be guys..
    They can't keep there girl happy and when they stalk her going well with any other random guy they just cant tolerate..
    Anyways applauded work :)
    Keep going Arjuun. .
    You are just truely appreciated :)

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  6. Thanks divya, funny thing, nobody till now disagrees with me.

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  7. Heyy Mr Flattered, I dont think u need more praise frm me, bt u knw what i mean, its really good....
    Bt i disagrees u,bcz me n my ex r friends frm d last 1yr aftr our brkup... aftr 7 yrs of relationship.... nd v both r happy.....:) :)

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  8. So finally somebody disagreed with me. First of all please keep that praise coming, really fills out my ego. And secondly so have you guys moved on?

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  9. Yup v moved on...
    N r still frnds...:)
    Its nt lyk dat fight wala brkup n all
    Its our mutual decisn a/c to d circumstncs....

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  10. Hey you aren't allowed to be mature on my blog :P when people break up there should be drama girl. Hehehe

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  11. Mr Flattered, Hahaha vry funny....;P

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  12. Hey always a pleasure to bring a smile. Anyways good for you, but most relationships end due to the people in them aren't mature enough. Lucky you don't come in that category.

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  13. Hats Off Mr Flattered, u r really a vry vry vry nice person....:)

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  14. Mr Flattered, i wanna ask u one thing, according to you does money really matter in a relationship?
    Please answer practically...

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  15. According to me, at least one of the two must be earning.

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  16. No m nt asking dat,m asking if u lyk sm1,so is it necessary he/she must belong to a financially sound family lyk u...

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  17. Firstly it is not necessary. A person carries his own fate, a person with all the money in the world can make few wrong decisions can end up broke and at the same time a person with nothing can be a millionaire just by making few right one's. But the fact of the matter is, or should I say the real question that one must ask is, how adjusting is their nature!

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  18. Thank u arjuun, u r absolutely ryt.....:);)

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  19. You are always welcome, anyways who is this anonymous reader?

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  20. Heyy y r u so eager in knowing my name....;)

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  21. I won't say eagerness, but curiosity!

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  22. Ok sorry, its curiosity bt y?
    M really not ur friend,m just a reader, i saw u once bt did'nt talk den i follow u on dis website ok...;)

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  23. Not a problem, was just trying to know my audience. Enjoy :)

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  24. Wow. So you have given an answer to the biggest damn question.
    Thanks :P on behalf of all your audience ;)

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  25. Hahaha, Thanks Nidhi, its just one of my observation, the point is still open to discussion. :P

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  26. Just couldn't find any flaw in this one :P
    Must say, you are close to being perfect now :)

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  27. Finally, these were the words I was waiting for, I think, now is the time when I should concentrate on my novel.

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  28. Enjoyed it, Arjuun. Jealousy gets in the way of being friends with an ex, whereas being happy for an ex's happiness takes friendship to a whole new level.

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  29. I totally agree with you, but aren't we too shallow to be happy for our ex, when we see how sad we are, seeing them happy. Things to think about.

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  30. i really enjoyed it a lot :) :) nicely expressed :) :)

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