Dare you to move

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
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."
"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."

Between who you are and who you could be.
Between how it is and how it should be.

I dare you to move.

14 Responses to “Dare you to move

  1. # Blogger Dr. Pissed

    ajuuu.. Profound.
    Priya can take me for Madagascar if she wants to.  

  2. # Blogger Angel

    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.  

  3. # Blogger Shrutz

    Poor you??? :P
    Poor kid. I know how it is. It feels bad when you see that happening

  4. # Blogger Dr. Pissed

    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


  5. # Blogger Densel Mayor

    SwitchFoot rulesss! I listen to that song a lot... Very nice post, though.. Sad that we see it all too often :(  

  6. # Blogger jax

    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.  

  7. # Blogger jax

    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!  

  8. # Blogger Artful Badger

    Nice post. Just happened on it while blogsurfing.  

  9. # Blogger Angel

    @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 :)  

  10. # Blogger Neil Padayatty

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  11. # Blogger Sangeetha

    a really thoughtful post!!
    i guess i pity the priya kinds and make it a point to be with them...atleast say a hi...
    but gosh, when they take advantage to this, they jus go on and on.
    It DOES get irritating.  

  12. # Blogger Bombay

    isn't that how all of us are,
    deep inside?  

  13. # Blogger Nebula

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  14. # Blogger Nebula

    Any idea what "Priya" is doing nowadays?!

    Nice Post.  

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