The Line of Control

Couple of weeks back I blocked someone on my face book and Whatsapp – the first time I have ever done so to anyone ever. Though initially I was surprised by my own stance after a while I realized I did it to save myself from further hurt.

To give you a background this person became a friend after reading something on my blog which he liked a lot. It began like the usual friendship and eventually somewhere in between began to creep discomfort. For I was being asked things like why cannot we chat right now, why do you have to blog, why are you not responding, why are you so busy in office that you cannot talk right now.

In today’s times I fail to understand how people take each other for granted so much. A simple Whatsapp software on phones means that person is available 24*7 for you to talk. Nobody even bothers to ask whether that person is available to talk or not and gets offended the moment someone does not respond. I wonder if people realize that someone could be busy, on a call or simply put just not in a position to speak. Manners anyone?

I failed to explain him so many times that I have a life beyond facebook and whatsapp where I do a lot of things which are meaningful. But the way it progressed it was strangulating me to such an extent that I was feeling suffocating. I tried speaking many times clarifying my stance and specifying what I want but to no avail. Unfortunately that person has been through a lot in personal life but there is a limit to which someone can take your emotional garbage. You cry one time and you will be consoled. You cry twice thrice you will still be but for the umpteenth time – well you surely must be testing my patience then. And I used to always ask that person whats my fault that you have been through so much for I was being treated shabbily, given emotional atyachaar for no fault of mine, being taken on guilt trips and I knew for sure I did not need all this for I did not deserve it. All this and more while actually we are supposed to be “friends”!!

I tried explaining things once, twice and thrice and everytime I was threatened . I was not left with any other option but to draw the line of control where I was screaming for some space and some respect.

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