I don't particularly like to bitch about anyone but some people in my world throw me exceptions. The latest one to do so is J.
She is exactly the person for whom ' Bitch' word has been coined. She is one hellish person to be around with, every bit the stuff the imaginary vamps in fictional films are made of - attire, make up, expression, activity, behavior all inclusive. The more you see her, the less you like her. How can she be so horrible is but a small question; the bigger one is how could H have fallen in love with her and married her ? Can really anyone be so blind as to mistake a witch for a fairy princess? I doubt...!
Her crimes are endless. Any attempt to elaborate or even simply enlist them would not only be endless but futile too but more than that it would be most boring document ever to read as it can only contain all negative adjectives one can dare imagine. An extravagant shopoholic, concieted bragart, over dominant and utterly vain...these are the keywords to describe her. Her every little activity or conversation is a well calculated move generated solely for the purpose of showing off. She is as great a show off as I don't know what. It is her most passionate hobby; she litrally lives and breathes to do so. I tell you, you can't spend more than 10 minutes in her company without feeling nauseated and wondering which planet she has dropped from..
I hate the very expressions on her face. They are always so entirely devoid of any softness. The way she flashes her eye with a hard steely glitter, or smiles with that thin line like mouth which since ages and ages has been declared a sure sign of ruthlessness. But still the tone of her voice can be even more hateful and disgusting than her entire face; it reeks to death of artificial notes, arrogance, premeditated calculation, arrogance, vanity and dirty show off.
All this would hardly have mattered to me but for the fact that I feel deeply sad for her first and worst victims of her bad behavior namely G, her little toddler daughter and H, her husband.
H is a picture of silent suffering and untold misery. In all respects he is a perfect gentleman a kind, generous, polite, helpful, friendly and hard working man, but as much trampled under her feet as a dandelion under an elephant's foot, he now looks resigned to his fate; he has not a shred of personal respect, social prestige natural freedom or personal happiness left for all of these have been butchered down by J by her publicly flung insults, scoldings, open disregards, and just about anything you can imagine except just flinging her shoes on him. Nothing to wonder that he finds solace in deliberately immersing himself in office work, comes late at nights, works even on weekends and avoids pleasure outings.
I would willingly go to state prison for murdering her than facing this hell every moment of my life. In any case, even to think about all this makes me feel murderous. I wonder what stuff H is made of.....
Her little baby has an even greater tragic tale to tell. Abused continually, scolded harshly and neglected criminally, poor G is the saddest baby one can see on this earth. She rarely smiles, and has acquired the abnormal habit of sitting or standing in one posture for more than an hour without moving, fidgeting, smiling, talking, playing or even wanting to do any of these actions; it is just unearthly to watch her sitting or standing just like a stone statue.
At just 1.5 years of tender age, she broke her arm just because she had been negligently placed on an adult chair at a very dangerous spot. More than twice she has toured the emergency room (and rather mysteriously keeps falling ill ) but again as soon as she was back and but naturally needed lots of time, care and attention to recover, this monster of a mom instead chose to leave her in H's care by hook or crook and went to attend women's party....! Her partying didn't stop even when the poor tiny child was in plasters for a whole month.
Poor G ! Although her home is full of all toys and J has arranged her home furniture with the effect of showing off all the baby utility things she is in possession of, (and if you as much as cast a glance in any one of them's direction she will concietedly tell you which country she bought it from and how much bucks she paid for it.) most of the time G is too afraid to cry and she never smiles because she never feels happy from inside..... I had the bad luck of witnessing her second birth day party and believe me, it was a tragic spectacle.
To begin with, She scheduled the party not on the actual date but at some later convenient date so that everyone got to see her stuff without having a chance to excuse himself out. Despite invitations she made several calls alongside just to ascertain that everyone was really coming.
As per her vampish nature, she had organised a huge party. She sent out bogus 'Royal' invitations for a Royal party for a Princess that was G and called herself a Queen. She demanded that all children coming to the party be dressed up as princes or knights (which nobody did.) Without the slightest need for both, she rented a community hall and employed a photographer for the event, and had the nit whit to dress in a black shoulder less ball gown ( with a barrel shaped figure to support it )coupled with thickly black kohled eyes, tomato red lipstick and black jewelery, she looked a perfect witch just minus her broom. A character straight out of Harry Potter films......!
She had accordingly dressed G in a giant pink robe but far from looking like a b'day kid or even a special kid poor G looked as miserable as Cinderella does in picture story books when she is ordered to scrub floors instead of going to the royal party. She just kept standing there mute and dumb, motionless and expressionless beside the huge b'day cakes which were meant for her. The sight and sound of so many other children playing gleefully in every corner of the hall and the so many interesting things like balloons and other decorations which only the children know are so damn interesting did nothing to tempt her to even want to move and reach out to them.
It was a horrible sight to see such a small innocent little child so fixed to the ground in terror and so unhappy amidst such revelry going on all around her.
After the cake cutting, she invited all the couples for incredibly stupid adult games one after the other instead of something for the kids considering it was after all a kid's b'day party. She continued to conduct them while little G kept standing or later sitting in some obscure corner totally forgotten. The party really had begun to look like an adults party.....
A question often irks me; Is H so humble, meek and timid because of J's behavior or is J so cruel and wicked towards H because of his ineffectual, super gentleness. A woman can never respect her man if he is timid or doesn't assert himself but what can a man do if her woman is or decides to be a witch? With H always harried and well under her hooves, I wonder what their bedroom scenes must be like, that is, if they still have any....It remains a favorite chat topic between me and S to speculate what and how they manage the inevitables of married life, the most favorite one being,' Open the button.' 'Yes madam. Say thank you. Thank you madam. .
I swear, I do not want to see her face again although it being a small place we still keep bumping into each other rather frequently but whenever we do so, I make sure I do not give her any opportunity to brag and show. I keep minimum conversation and that too when it is absolutely unavoidable. On another occasion I saw G again in company of both her parents and as usual she was sitting alone and motionless like a statue and when I took her in my arms she became so happy and animated with real happiness that I wanted to keep her with me forever. Whenever I think of G, I clap H tightly in my arms and think how unfortunate a child can be if he is not happy and how even more unfortunate those parents are who can't give love and happiness to their children.
UPDATE
December 2010
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In November, little G was admitted in my class. I didn't give J any extra importance but handled her just like any other parent but gave lots and lots of love and care to G. Little G became so happy and quickly settled in the school and even made friends with the other children.
I couldn't help feeling shocked that G had just last night returned from India after her Deewali vacation and was brought to her first day at school early in the morning which must have been so taxing for her.
I asked general questions about her feeds and J told me that she drinks milk every 2 hrs ! Come on. Even a small infant ideally drinks milk every 3 hours and G is a 2 and half year old kid! Doesn't J know that drinking milk so often can hamper with her solid intake and mess up iron and vitamin levels? She told me she is a very fussy eater and doesn't eat at all. We all observed within 2-3 days that she in fact ate well and full. Maybe, J just never tried hard enough and filled her up on just milk...! Then I asked her to give me her milk bottle as G might have rejected any other bottle from the school. You will never believe this; Her bottle was so so so dirty. Oh my God! I myself would never have thought such black slimy greasy dirt could be found on a small child's milk bottle unless I had seen it myself and also the fact that G was actually drinking out of it...! The nipple and the bottle rim was lined with slimy grease like dirt and I know that baby bottles are washed after every use so they can collect this amount of dirt only when they have not been washed at least for a month...!
Maybe J was so eaten up with resentment because I didn't give her any importance and treated her coldly almost like a stranger that she decided on quitting the school. She gave the excuse that the school was proving to be too far off from her house especially in current snowy weather.
So now, G goes to another school where I am sure J gets to show herself off the way she wanted.
