A Chance encounter with the 'Other Woman'.

{ Please Note: The post below might be slightly difficult to comprehend by a new reader, so to understand what it is all about, Ive eased out things for you guys. Here are the links of the old posts, which you could read before this post to understand the sequence 192 Kilometers Apart, a post for Asim back then and SPECIALLY & They say Happy Diwali...
Must I also mention that people who have written comments need not bother guessing the identity of the woman mentioned in the posts as it is obvious, as a name is already mentioned in one of the above posts and like one of you has mentioned in a comment. And also I am not moderating comments to any degree. So all sorts of comments, including Critiques, Abuses, Verboise against the mentioned character/entity(woman) or me is always welcome and shall be published. Also more facts and incidents will be published and are coming soon.... B'bye, take care, eat well, keep smiling & as of now for me 'Life is a bitch, but now she is smiling :)' }




My best friend since a decade is getting married. Precisely tomorrow the 20th day of the fourth month of this calendar year after 2008 years of Anno Domini. Its been a decade since I know him and am perhaps the only associate that's lasted that long. More than his frivolous affairs, flings, one night stands et al. To celebrate this fortunately unfortunate incident in his life he called me to his bachelors party that would span across pubs and discotheques around Bombay. I did go ahead with the invitation. Frankly because the last week took a toll on me both emotionally and then congruently physically too. I must also mention that it took a toll pretty surely on someone who once had the most important presence in my life but pretty much breached this right to disappear nonchalantly and has now reappeared and putting in efforts, once again trying to regain lost territory and titles. Excuse me if I sound like I am describing a Gothic war epic but I have every reason to state so. My life and its happenings astound the biggest believers in normalcy.
This was my second time pubbing/clubbing in my 22 years of existence. Yes, I hate pubbing. Why?? may u ask......
I never clubbed during my college or school days. My mother expected me not to and I was a pretty obedient daughter. I don't go clubbing since I have begun working. To be honest, my by now in/famous 'Class' factor comes into picture. The crowd that comes to pubs and clubs is by far the most hollow and shameless I've ever seen, who have zilch consideration for morality, decency, sophistication and to top it character. Must I admit though that if there were clubs that admitted only I-Bankers and by that I mean people who are analysts, strategists etc. who have an appreciable intellectual standing then I must assure you I would be seen in such a club. I would spend any indecent amount of money to buy a 'By invitation only' entree or membership.
The funny things happening on the dance floor when strangers take the liberty to touch each other at places where decency crosses limits makes me feel sick. Its tough to guess who is who's girlfriend and who has come in with whom and who has gone out with whom. In short I still maintain my stand of people visiting clubs and event management personnel's as 'Shallow'.
Period.
Since nearly ten grands of money had been spent (we still maintain our class and don't enter free by guest lists. That according to me is outright cheap) , I did dance. No I dint dress up for the occasion and just put on a top from Ritu Kumars 'LABEL' collection and a Marks & Spencers denim coupled with my ALDO stilettos. Don't I sound like a branded bitch? If I do then you're probably a new reader on my blog. The Tiesto music in one of the clubs made me feel bored and the world mix in the other, one of the most expensive clubs in my city, with girls dressed up looking like wannabe Barbie dolls or the ladies who walk on the India street of Geylang Sarai, Singapore, convinced me that I wouldn't want to be caught dead amongst such people.
Stop.
Go up a few paras.
The person who had the most importance in my life was my boyfriend. After a brief period in our lives where it is safe to assume that we broke up, by which I must mention that I had no clue about it since I wasn't given a closure at all, he started seeing the "Other woman". I am sure by now you don't need any more reason why our long distance relationship was over. I take the leeway of calling her the 'The Other Woman', because firstly He confessed quiet publicly with full honesty and integrity that 'she' was a wrong decision. Secondly the time he was with her it was pretty evident he wasn't entirely committed to her what with him giving me hostile and anonymous calls, letters and comments, proof enough that he wasn't happy by her side. What he was doing can easily be termed as 'Emotional Infidelity' aka emotionally cheating on her. This is where my second reasoning takes the form of description. A man will never cheat on the 'Other woman' (doesn't it sound funny? A man cheating on the 'Other' woman!!) with the first woman if he is content. No matter how much the 'Other Woman' boasts about 'Fantastic Chemistry' or 'Unsaid Understandings and Compatibility', the fact that the guy would cry secretly and forsee inevitable karma says it all. 'Nothing that you do will be enough', is what all the men in the 'Other' womans life complained and still believe, including my boyfriend. Finally a guy after having the 'Other woman' out of his life would never want to think of her while he is with another woman. I think this is the maximum amount of disrespect possible for the 'Other woman'. That's the confidence of reasoning why she was the 'Other woman', may God have the greatness to to ease her pain and sufferings when she pays for her sins. Sins that super cede many. After all many collective hearts, prayers and people together have cursed her and wish her ill.
Stop again.
I looked around the dance floor. I was witness to shallow characters. Then I recollected the statement by my boyfriend who said that while he was with her (of course the 'Other woman') he was disgusted with the way she would let other men touch her all over in discotheques in front of him, how her home was an 'Open Access Motel' to guys after a night of wild partying and drinks.
I smiled. Again, only the 'Other' woman could display such a behavior...isn't it?. When my foolish boyfriend (I safely call him foolish because a lot of people around knew these traits of that 'Other' woman and he totally disregarded these when I warned him. After all men stray, suffer and then acknowledge the Other woman as 'Bad') tried to stop her from behaving so immorally she accused him of being a remote control sitting far away, pushing 'her buttons ' and dumped him. Which 'buttons' she refers to that he could push...amuses me. Excuse me if my imagination is running wild!
Fact 1: Only the 'Other' woman regards the normal reaction of a concerned guy/boyfriend as acting controlling.
Fact 2: Only the 'Other' woman can be callous enough in a dance floor and dance with another man, let alone let another man touch her, when her ill-gotten boyfriend is around.
Fact 3: Only the 'Other' woman makes up her mind to dump a man, take all services for relocation including a refrigerator and television and not returning them once the relationship is off. Freeloader I was told she was...Freeloader is what I still maintain.
Fact 4: Only the 'Other' woman has the insecurity of loosing grip over the guy if she lets him walk with his so-called-ex to the police station, that she gives up the comfort of her bike and tells "All three of us will go walking".
Man I feel like laughing in hindsight.
Yeah I met the 'Other' woman. There were questions and pieces that needed to be answered.
The first thing she said before we started an amicable conversation was, "I am sorry for whatever happened."
The boyfriend was concerned I would loose my Leo temper, get abusive and slap her..which honestly was pretty much my plan. My legal counsel and concerned kith warned me against it. Plus I knew if I maintained my greatness above her by simply treating her calmly and nicely in spite of what she had put me through I would belittle her unfathomably. Every time she spoke I assured her that I trusted her and I was accepting everything that she said. That was my weaponry to insult the 'Other woman'. I dint forgive the 'Other woman'. How could I?
Fact 5: Only the 'Other woman' needs to tell a sorry.
She went pale on finding out that she couldn't have him all to herself while he was with her when the boyfriend confessed I was in his mind. She was troubled to find out that I was now aware she had a 1 minute libido and that any man would be grossly mistaken to think her to be a fire on bed. It seems she was frustrating in the mating act. One of the major factors why any man with her who's had a great partner before (in bed I mean) would think of the ex...to relieve himself.
I really in full honesty wanted to advice her to go see a Sexologist. It wouldn't be such a bad idea... after all if she wants to prevent future men in her life from cheating on her for the most primitive of carnal acts and many foresee that she would be the recipient of the seeds that she has sown, it would hurt her self esteem no ends if THIS would be the reason for her being dumped.
Stop right there.
My best pal shook me up. He asked me what was I thinking.
I smiled. I went back time...just a few days back and recollected the way my boyfriend had apologized teary eyed. The promise he made that he would be there every step while I healed. This time the tables had turned. Life had come a full circle. Indeed.
Fact 6: She sat at the other side of the table at the airport, where we had taken a chance to catch hold of her, whereas me and the common boyfriend sat on one side. This fact said it all...
After all she was, is and will always be....
The Other Woman.