Deepan's People and Stuff!

Ever heard of people-pleasing syndrome? No, I haven’t heard about it too. If at all there is something like that, it’ll be like what am about to explain. First, lemme tell you what people-pleasing is. Altering your opinion or approach about something, so that the person (you want to please) is happy seeing your action. In this process, people tend to opt out of the happiness of pleasing others. Now, this is something we all do. We have different personalities with every people we meet. We have different voices for everyone we have in our life, according to our priority list. We please people to get our job done, or for them to keep giving us jobs, or to simply maintain a good profile with them. But we do have a part of us, who’d do what he/she likes, no matter who’s against it. That’s basically us, treating the personality we love. We do not compromise that personality’s wishes for nobody. I’ve seen nobody compromise with their wishes for the people they love. Or have I? Welcome to...

The Final Act: All Good Things Come To An End   “Yes, am perfectly safe and sound”, Pallavi rejected all our theories. She was not kidnapped by Nikitha’s father nor by anyone else. Her phone died, and that’s why she couldn’t respond to our calls. “I’m in T Nagar TTD. Come fast!”, she sounded excited. I cut the call and looked at Nikitha. She was smiling, probably thinking about their life together. I saw behind, Pallavi’s mother was busy on her phone while Siksha dozed off hugging her guitar bag. I reached TTD in the next 15 minutes. It was closed, obviously. Pallavi ran to me and hugged me. I detached her from me and got ready for some serious conversation. “What did you tell to your mother?”, I asked her. “Deepan, I thought you’ll tell her, it would be easy if…”, she was interrupted by me. “Did you think how heavy it is for me? Then think what it would be to her!”, I shouted at her. Nikitha held her hands. Pallavi started to tear up. “Aunty!”, Nikitha called Palla...

  The Second Act: Love, Action, Drama   Nikitha and another girl got in the car. While Nikitha took the passenger seat, another girl got in the back. The other girl had a guitar bag with her. Both of them were late already, and I was fed up waiting for them. “Hello, Deepan! Pallavi has told me plenty about you! I’ve seen your recent ad on Nescafe too. You’re excellent!”, Nikitha told, looking at me. She was trying to be cheerful. I chose to be rude. “Who’s she?”, I acted slightly irritated while pointing at the girl behind, even though I was filled up with anger. While Nikitha was trying to process my rude remark, the other girl introduced herself. Meh. “Hellooooo! Am Siksha. Siksha! Am a close friend of Nikitha and Pallavi, and I’m the first person to know about their relationship. Yeah, even before they both knew about it. I told them ages back that there’s something! And guess what! I was a hundred percent right!”, she answered my 1-mark question like it was a 16-...

The First Act: Here We Go!   “What? What does that mean?”, I’ve never heard that before. “Which means… Ummm… I…. Google, no”, she felt hard to tell it. “So, you are telling me you are Business Intelligent?”, I asked her after searching ‘bi’ on the Internet. I thought it was some degree she was going to do along with her course. I didn’t see the bomb in front of it. Little did I know she was special from others, but yeah. She confirmed it that day. “I’m Bisexual, Deepan. It means I can like both men and women”, she told it and let off a big sigh. She seemed relieved. “Isn’t that trans? Are you a third gender?”, I blurted out. She didn’t like me asking that. “You’ve gone to Australia, right?”, she asked me patiently. I thought about the Louis Phillippe advertisement I did there. I nodded my head. “Remember you told you saw two girls kissing in your set? You even mentioned it was hot”, she was telling out everything. I looked around. Even though there wasn’t anyone in th...