Diary of a Stalker

Those of you who are on Facebook may have read that I have a stalker..well I actually have two in India, but the second one puts the first one to shame. So this is how the story goes...

Last Sunday afternoon I decided to go check out Chamundi Hill, a major tourist attraction in Mysore which I felt I needed to see before I left. Got there with no problem after talking to a local that I had met at the market (saved me 160 rupees too as a rickshaw driver had quoted me 200 rupees and the bus cost 40) Yipee!! (How can you can tell I'm Ukrainian!) Anyway, the attraction was a sacred temple at the top of the hill which I didn't feel the need to go into as I've been to many, so I was just strolling around when I was asked by a guy to take a picture with him. Now this might seem weird and I am sure you are thinking Crystal, this was your first mistake Crystal, but honestly it happens a lot. Indian people are thrilled to take pictures with, or of, foreigners. So they took a couple pics and we got to talking.They were 3 guys from Delhi; two brothers and a friend. Two were studying audiology in Mysore and another was an engineer, in town visiting. We chatted for awhile about various things and it was all good; it's just one of those nice experiences when you are travelling when you meet local people who are delighted to be speaking with someone from another country. 

The 3 boyz from Delhi

I wanted to see the view of the city from the top so they came with. The two friends went and bought a coconut and brought me one too which was nice. Little did they know I'm not a huge fan of coconut water. Again we just stood around and chatted. Then we took the bus back down to the city together. By this time Stalker (one of the brothers and engineer) had wanted quite a few pictures of him and I and the other two seemed to be enjoying the fact that it was obvious he liked me. On the way to the bus he said in a quieter tone "maam you sit with me ok?" then he paid for my fare. On the way back lots of topics were covered and during which he presented as quite intense; talking about politics and his opinions on things that were a tad inappropriate and required a quieter tone as apparently talking about some of these things are illegal. We all know I like bad boys but not this kind unfortunately.

Once at the bus station he asked me to a movie, saying that he just wanted to spend more time with me. Over and over I had to tell him that I needed to get home yada yada. I needed to get away at this point as it was getting too intense. It took a lot of convincing. While we were standing there, the other two brought me a plastic ganesh filled with grains from Indian as a present. Not an attractive gift but sweet nonetheless. The other two were quite lovely actually; totally unlike Stalker. I assertively said my goodbyes after more pictures, the exchange of emails and handshakes. Stalker was quite sad at this point as he had really wanted to take me to a movie.

Before heading to my bus I went to the washroom and when I came out, guess who was waiting. While walking with me, which he insisted on, he told me that he just wanted to see me off, and spend more time with me; that "God only knows when we will see eachother again so I just want to tell you that..I really like you." At that moment I saw that my bus was ready to leave, thank God, and so I was like, "ok gotta go!" He asked for a hug goodbye following which I allowed a side hug which led to him pulling me in and kissing my cheek...well I think more my hair cuz I was fast enough to turn. I felt like such a whore because people just don't do that in India! And I had to board the bus of people with him standing outside staring at me. But..I was free at last..So before the bus was barely out of the terminal he was calling me..yes yes, I never should have given out my number, but after hanging out with them for awhile it didn't seem like a big deal. Boy was I wrong...This is the point when I entered the name "Stalker" into my phone with his number. To follow is the chronology of texts after...and a lesson for all of you!

7:22 pm  Hi, it's me Dushyant. Hv u reached home safely? I'm vry worried. Pls reply.

As it didn't appear that he was going to give up, after several calls I answered while having a chai with my friend Nino. During this convo he told me again how much he liked me and asked me if I liked him too, to which I replied "only as a friend." He then asked "what if I proposed marriage to you" something like that and I was like "no" very matter of fact. FML. Anyway I can't remember what else he said. It was all a blur after the marriage proposal.

9:55 pm   I had ma dinnr. Wt abt u?

12:07 am- M not able to sleep. Just thinking of u only. U have pics of ours in ur cam. Pls send them to me also on my email id. Gd nt swt drms.

4:24 am- Hi..gud mng. I m leaving 4 \Bangalore. Will luv 2 meet u again in future. U pls tk care of u. Love u.

8:50 am- Hi..gud mng sweety. Hv a gr8 day. Tk cr.

11:39 am- Hws u?

So after all these texts and many calls where I didn't answer my friend and newfound life coach Nino suggested that I send him a message being nice yet honest. So at 12:39 pm I sent the text " I am fine thank you. I really enjoyed meeting you three yesterday and appreciate the generosity and friendship. I am sorry but I am not interested in anything more and am finding all the messages to be too much. I hope you understand! Have a good day..Crystal

Nino gave me a thumbs up for that and suggested that I am softening. Apparently I can be somewhat difficult :)

2:09 pm- Dear i admit my msgs were 2 much n i m also guilty 4 dat. But pls nvr brk our frndshp. i'll b gratful to u. Tk cr.

After that there were many calls which I didn't answer.

So the next day...

4:39 pm- Hi..hws u? Yesterday i called u many times but u didn't picked d fon. R u still angry of me? Pls 4give me. I wanna talk to u. Pls reply.

8:48 pm- For god sake pls pick up the fon or mg me whn u r free.

For the record I was out and about and not just sitting around avoiding his pleas to talk. But the "for god sake got to me and I texted back "I'm not angry with you. I am just finding your messages way too much and I'd like you to please stop."

9:11 pm- I m so sorry 4 my msgs n i m really guilty 4 dat. I jus want to say sorrry on fon. Pls pck my fon. For god sake.

9:21 pm- Dear i'll b gr8ful to u if u will gv me chance to say sorry 2 u. U dnt worry, i m nt gonna ask u fr any kind of help. I jus wanna say sorry, nthng else. Pls jus gv me a chnce 2 prove me dat i m not a bad guy. Pls fr god sake.

9:26 pm- Did u sent me those pics in ur camera to my email id? Pls rply.

9:36 pm- Cn i call u rite nw? Pls rply.

9:42 pm- M i such a bad guy dat u dnt wanna speak to me or u jus avoiding me cos i m so ugly n u vry beautiful?

In his words..oh for God's sake already!!! So I sent him "I have been out all nite and haven't been able to talk. Tomorrow is better." That was after Life Coach reminded me how awful it is when you've screwed up with somebody and want to make things right. Again trying to be softer.

So the next day he called, I answered, he apoogized, and cried. Yes, he cried. At this point I knew that he must have some mental health issues. Geez Louise. So I explained over and over, no worries, just no more calls, we can be Facebook friends, but no more. He asked whether he could call me "once in a blue moon" which soft Crystal agreed to, and after some time, him telling me to be careful at night because it was dangerous, he worried yada yada, we ended the call. Thirty seconds later guess who called? I was like for eff sakes!!! So I answered, shortly reminding him of our agreement, to which he said he had forgotten to ask me about helping him start an NGO. I ended that pretty quick and..the good news is that a week has passed and nothing. Phew, what an experience (that I don't want to repeat).


And after all that, Stalker #1 was clearly disappointed that I wasn't able to hang out with him before leaving Mysore, and being all passive aggressive texted me saying "ok its alright, carry on goodnight." Oh Lord save me. 

Crazier than a shithouse rat!