Hi there, my name is Mr.XYZ and yes that is a made up one. I want to share a just thought of my mind which could be irrational but at the same time could be a really grave issue for someone .
December 18th, 2019
I was conversing with a friend of mine, whose name also I cannot reveal. The topics of the discussion were merely focused on our so profound images in the other students of the class (You know how ardent mimickers of the classes can say about good students). And then suddenly the topic swinged to his only friend, which was quite unnatural as he never mentioned it before to me or to anyone else. More unearthly thing was that this friend of mine was not at all that close to me and we were just associates or the ardent scholars of our class. But we never had a consensus regarding our ideologies.
The wind was strange that day and we sat infront of each other to do some back bitching about my fellow apes near the pavement under the terrace of the shopping complex. Fun fact , it is probably the most supernaturally solicited place of my campus ,haunted by souls who make and fake promises to each other for a jest ,maybe? But it indeed gets under my skin. And amidst that Lucifer’s den I finally had the opportunity to curse those imps of my course. The day was really peculiar but not in a negative way, for I had found someone, whom I can inquisiton and mock the intelligence level of those apes in my classroom, who probably were still laughing their souls out on me and my “not so close associate”.
“Kya pagal hai yr woh Jay!” , my not so close friend jolted angrily as if he were to take a trident and put it through the poor guy.
“ Ha, usse toh mere sarcasms bhi samjh ni aate , LOSER!”, I said. And as these words were out of my mouth I felt such a power as if a furious dog has been let out of a cage.
“Ar woh Manika yr, kitna jhoot bolti hai!”, he exclaimed.
“Teacher ki chamchi hai who toh!”, I joined his words with enthusiasm.
This immature conversation of ours bonded momentarily as if there were two atoms ready to share electrons and those atoms were finally getting along in approving each others ideologies. I felt not so lonely for once after five months in that pit of awkwardness filled with actual people of pretentious personalities that even the personification of duplicity would accept them as their lords. But with him, a new friend , or to be a friend of mine, I felt good. I enjoyed his company. I even thought of telling him about my crush. But then he spoke in a really pleasant tone, “Main na Rishabh ko bataunga is ke bare mein”.
I thought that Rishabh might be his friend, someone he knew , who definitely did not study in our college as I would have known who he was. And then we proceeded to our hostel.
The weird friendship seed of ours was sown and was exposed to some really interesting aids like discussion on books , mocking our fellow classmates and analyzing our teachers .During these moments he often brought up the name Rishabh and how he would have liked me.
December 20th
We both crossed paths in the hallway and he showed me his broken phone .But he did not seemed to be that much bugged about it as he mentioned saying-“Rishabh ne bola hai koi na phone waise bhi sada sa tha”.
This one thing again struck me , how did he managed to talk to his friend if the phone is not working. I said nothing and accompanied him to his room. Then I suddenly mentioned, “hey, tera phone toh gaya ab Rishabh baat kaise krega “ very casually without noticing my suspicion about any module of his behavior , he said “Are phone se baat thodi krta hu dufus.”
I realized something was off about this guy and I made an excuse to go to my room.
Present day-
The fact that I could not sum up was there was no one in our hostel or someone he might had known named as Rishabh , neither he mentioned anything about Rishabh more after I inquisitioned him if he was his childhood mate or someone he knew. But he always denied to throw light upon that saying he does not remember.
Now it has become so often to me that I hear his friend Rishabh’s name from his mouth and how they talked and made fun of different things that I think my not so close friend has got me worried about the fact that is he onto something or does he really needs someone’s help.
Now at this point, there is no area of inquisition that strikes me so hard to evaluate this "condition". This not so real identity framed by my new friend requires an area of judgement now. So the conclusion lies in your way of perception now to find out whether this guy is really a module of this existence or just an abstract figure of his mind?