JERK

Dear you,
I mean to write in spite and hatred this time. I feel like venting out the anger I have for somebody.Anybody actually, and this afternoon I just knew whom to write about.This fellow I write about is the worst chap I've met in insti till date and I hope there are no more like him. A rather scary thought, I must say.However, I should be telling what happened and how I figured out that this chap is easily one the most awful jerks you might meet.

It was my second semester then, over an year back. Those were the days I was trying to be altruistic, you know, nice and unspiteful to everybody trying to convince myself that there's an internal good to everybody and you have to appeal to it to see the better side of the person. I actually wasn't bitching about anybody then and I luckily had good friends who put up with all my sentimental and universal goodness discourses. So, you see, I was trying to trust humanity.

On one particular day, when I was completely engrossed with one particular book in the children's corner, a certain pretty looking girl turned up along with her younger brother. She is what you might call docile and small. she might have very well been younger to me, I don't know. I looked at the siblings and it was a rather nice sight... siblings out on a evening for books.

There were two couches and I was at the end of one and she sat at the end of the other(as distant as possible is the inference to be made). I got back to my book(hmmm, Obelix makes better company ,what say!).It was a little while before this fellow turned up. A rather respectable looking gentleman in his late thirties or early forties.An M.tech I supposed .It sort of caught my attention that he had to sit beside the girl in her couch rather than beside me. A little weird it seemed, but I didn't bother myself too much. A little while later, the security guard seated at his table itself, asked the girl if she was a student of the campus(only campus folks are allowed in the library). The girl happened to answer something that the security wallah couldn't get.The gentleman I mentioned volunteered to finish the conversation by telling the security that she wasn't from this insti but her parent is a working staff out here.

I have to tell you this benevolent intrusion into the conversation got the girl and myself a little surprised.She however seemed to acknowledge the fellow's gesture with a thanks. I reflected on why some people can't speak for themselves. I however managed to see he was still at the very first page of some other asterix. Now, I must tell you I've seen many people who come to start reading and develop reading habits and all that but I've never seen anyone reading one page for twenty mins. Worse still, he wasn't even reading!
And guess what, he was looking at the girl!
Now, this was something I completely hadn't expected and I just kept looking at the fellow and in a moment my eyes looked at the hand which wasn't holding the book. This hand was stationed at his groin and busy rubbing his whatever!!

Creepy !! ... creepier for someone who actually witnessed all of it.
At a point of time when I was hell bent on loving everyone around you,this came as a real blow.But, for the first time it was one of the most awful shocks I ever got.It was no time to reflect on philosophies however and I figured I had to stop this ass from doing this awful act there in the library in the vicinity of god knows how many people.

Almost close to nonchalant,I kept looking at the fellow when he noticed that I was looking in his direction.I however pretended to be looking at the window just behind the chap and the girl as if I was expecting somebody to come that way. He stopped and flipped a page in his book and (appeared to) start reading it. I got back to my book pretty much shaken by the whole thing. Not less than a minute after that I noticed he got back to his previous state and was unashamedly leching at this girl who might as well have been his kid's age.

Look, I'm not what you might call particularly masculine or chivalrous and all that stuff girls think are sexy, but well, that doesn't mean I let this ass go on doing whatever he was doing. I persisted staring at the damn window and a moment after that I went and positioned myself on the table in front of both of them and continued staring at the window content that now the fellow has no choice but get back to the book.See, I couldn't think of anything else... It was almost compulsive. He was probably cursing me to the core but I couldn't care less and what was botheringly interesting was that the girl by now figured that I was looking at her direction(i.e the window for you and me). She somehow got perturbed by the whole idea and left the place in a few mins along with that playful brother who was unaware of all this ugliness that was going on (that is enviable,I say). Well, now, a toast to her brilliant brains, I tell you, she could feel uncomfortable by a frail idiot looking at the window but couldn't sense an ass sitting beside her and shagging at her!
The jerk however left too, probably after giving me a couple of his choicest abuses...

There, that's what happened. And I feel like puking now... but there's one or two questions I bore in my mind ever since ... - How could a fellow be desperate enough to shag at a fully clad girl just looking at the face(see, I understand some despo dynamics but this is over and above my head)?
and then, whatever I did, was it right? or was there something masculine that I should have done but just slipped out of my shocked mind?

love,
prathyush.