Hidden

That lonely girl who sits at the last bench always, and never talks to anyone? The one who always eats alone? Who always wears shabby clothes, never goes out with anyone? Her face always hidden in her books? “Oh, she? She’s a freak! Library is her favorite place in the world. I think her only orgasms till date are those from the smell of her precious books! I bet she fantasizes about them at nights!”

That dark guy with heavy glass rimmed spectacles, who just never shuts up? He has to participate in and win just everything ever organised. Debates, extempore, speeches… he has stacks of certificates and cupboard full of trophies from everywhere around the nation. “Oh, he? Such a dork! Mr Know-It-All. Teachers’ pet. Huh. And, btw, sexy specs, eh?”

And that girl, who steals all limelight? Who you see everywhere you go? Everyone knows her. She’s popular in the campus and beyond. With looks to kill for, and the way she carries herself is nothing short of what a Miss World would do. “Oh, she? Stay away from her! Such a slut she is! I’ve heard she did it with that tall guy from that department. Don’t tell anyone I told you.”

And several other people who you see everyday, but don’t notice. And if notice, you just bitch about them. Well, God made her beautiful. It’s not a sin. Envy is not reason enough to brand her ‘slut’ you know? Yes, you want that cute guy from school to notice you. But he likes her. Again: NOT HER FAULT.

And if a girl likes reading and prefers it to loud music and crazy night outs, who are you to object? Maybe she just doesn’t want to be a part of everything ‘hip’ and ‘cool’ going around her?

That guy speaks, because that is something he is good at. That is why he is known. That is one thing about him that is appreciated. Why raise eyebrows?

These are the people you never talk to but always talk about. The outcasts.

Why? Who are we to judge anyone? Who gave us the right? It’s their life, and they are free to do what they want to do. But we just simply cannot let them be. We always have to interfere. What we don’t know is how it feels to be at the other side of the road. To be under inspection all the time. Doing everything, knowing you are being watched. Being bashed for it repeatedly.

I’d share a little something someone once wrote. She was the sweetest girl ever. But you never cared to notice. But yes, you did keep talking shit about her all the time. Till the end. And beyond.

“I’m a liar coz I won’t tell you everything.
I’m stupid coz sometimes I’m wrong.
I’m a pushover coz I like making people happy.
I’m a loser coz I’m not friends with your group.
I’m fake coz I’m too nice.
I’m weird coz I’m not like you.
I’m fat coz I eat when I’m hungry.
I’m clingy coz I don’t like to be alone
I’m sorry for being myself.
Actually, im not sorry at all !”

As a last word, I would say. Live and let live. Please. You don’t want to be the reasons for someone not living anymore. Trust me, the guilt is too much to take.