How easy it is to point a finger isn’t it? It’s an unfounded accusation that really ticks me off.
“You stole my mobile.”
The words rang out across the classroom. As if I had no better work than to take his godforsaken mobile and hide it. It wasn’t possible, not that he stopped to think. I had not been out of the classroom, and had given it back to him after transferring some songs through infrared.
“No I didn’t. I gave it back to you, dude.”
I tried to keep calm. Two heated heads don’t cool a situation after all. But he was not willing to let go.
“Thief! You took it. You had it with you. Now give it back.”
I think it was that my best friends had heard it that ticked me off finally. My eyes began to burn, and pushing some benches out of the way, I got up in his face. I reached for his neck, but I felt myself being pulled back by my friends.
p style=”text-align: justify;”>“Leave it Leo,” they said. But I was in no mood.
Giving him a strong push, I shouted back with all the voice I could muster.
“I don’t NEED your stupid mobile, alright? If you want to find it, go look where you used it. Or ask one of the girls. You were showing it off to them. I took it in the morning, and I returned it in the morning. These guys are witnesses. Accuse me again, and you’ve had it.”
He dusted himself off, and looked at me with a murderous stare.
I was shaking all over, returning that stare, being held back by my friends.
“Your mobile is with me. You gave it to me for seeing the video clip, remember?”
Asha’s voice rang through as she entered behind me. I gave her a smile, and walked out.
He took me aside after the noon session, and apologized. I didn’t accept it then. I pushed him away and walked off.
But our friends wouldn’t leave it at that. They called a truce session in the evening, and we shook hands.
I can’t help but think that tiff wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t blindly accused. For a mobile, a friendship might have been lost.
(18th December 2014)