Dare you to move
Dare you to move">12 Comments Published by Angel on Friday, September 02, 2005 at 8:13:00 PM.
Let's call her Priya. When she walks into a room, people stare, not because they think she's gorgeous, but because they think she looks weird. She walks strange. She bobs her head a little too vigourously when she speaks. When she finds someone to speak to, she tries to keep their
attention, while the other person makes up an excuse to get away from her. She isn't their 'type'. So she's not picked and put into the friend basket, like others that are their type.
Priya doesn't want sympathy, she wants a friend. Not even a best friend. Just a friend.
Priya comes up with a million things to talk about, hoping someone with those interests will come up to her and make conversation. Sometimes she will go to a random person and crack a joke that no-one will laugh at. Sometimes, a 'group' will call her over and ask her questions and laugh at her answers. She'll laugh with them, pleased that she's being heard, oblivious to the fact that she's the joke.
Priya isn't underconfident. She isn't attention-seeking. She's just different.
Yesterday, Kriti went up to her and said, "Hey, Priya, wasn't it your birthday last month? Sorry I couldn't wish you. I know it's late, but Happy Birthday!"
Priya stood there, shocked that someone actually remembered her birthday.
"Thanks, at least you remembered." she said, still surprised.
"So, how was it?" asked Kriti.
"Oh, my mom's abroad, so I spent it alone, at home."
"Oh..."
"You know, I used to remember birthdays when I was in school." recalled Priya.
"And then what happened?"
"I don't know...." she said, as she tried to find an answer.
Soon, someone yelled for Kriti and she was back in her little clique, giggling with the others.
She turned around and saw Priya walking off alone.
"Hey Priya...bye."
"Bye."
attention, while the other person makes up an excuse to get away from her. She isn't their 'type'. So she's not picked and put into the friend basket, like others that are their type.
Priya doesn't want sympathy, she wants a friend. Not even a best friend. Just a friend.
Priya comes up with a million things to talk about, hoping someone with those interests will come up to her and make conversation. Sometimes she will go to a random person and crack a joke that no-one will laugh at. Sometimes, a 'group' will call her over and ask her questions and laugh at her answers. She'll laugh with them, pleased that she's being heard, oblivious to the fact that she's the joke.
Priya isn't underconfident. She isn't attention-seeking. She's just different.
Yesterday, Kriti went up to her and said, "Hey, Priya, wasn't it your birthday last month? Sorry I couldn't wish you. I know it's late, but Happy Birthday!"
Priya stood there, shocked that someone actually remembered her birthday.
"Thanks, at least you remembered." she said, still surprised.
"So, how was it?" asked Kriti.
"Oh, my mom's abroad, so I spent it alone, at home."
"Oh..."
"You know, I used to remember birthdays when I was in school." recalled Priya.
"And then what happened?"
"I don't know...." she said, as she tried to find an answer.
Soon, someone yelled for Kriti and she was back in her little clique, giggling with the others.
She turned around and saw Priya walking off alone.
"Hey Priya...bye."
"Bye."
Between who you are and who you could be.
Between how it is and how it should be.
I dare you to move.
ajuuu.. Profound.
Priya can take me for Madagascar if she wants to.
err, doc I don't think you caught the profundity here, lol.Anyway, I'll ask her if you're her 'type' :P
And before I get some "poor-you" comments, lemme clarify that the post is NOT autobiographical.
Poor you??? :P
Poor kid. I know how it is. It feels bad when you see that happening
WORD VERIFICATION?!
Areee boss, I caught everything that needs to be caught. Just cause I cant put my thoughts down to words, dont mean i cant MOVE
:(
I have a cousin like Priya and it really sucks that things have to turn out this way. We just do our bit to make them believe they are one of us.And say a silent prayer to the lord.
And yes, I love that song. Its one of the songs that I like to listen to playing on TV, out of the blue rather than on-demand on my PC!
Nice post. Just happened on it while blogsurfing.
@shrutz: yeah hon, WORD VERIFICATION! That's what the world has come to!!! :|
@Doc: awww, I hear ya man, I dooo!
@Dens: ^:)^ @ SWITCHFOOT!! love 'em :) And yeah, it is sad.
@Jax: Yeah...have caught myself saying that prayer at times...
And yeah, love that song :D
@Ramani: Thanks :)
Hey,
time for you to know how it feels like being tagged. I've tagged you the seven tag. Check mine out at,
http://dlc22.blogspot.com/2005/09/seven-padayatty-things.html
isn't that how all of us are,
deep inside?
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Any idea what "Priya" is doing nowadays?!
Nice Post.