A friend who was never really a friend

This is the recollection of a bunch of incidents from my school life. About a boy who always used to be around me and never let go of me and yet insult me and call me names at the same time. I always think that I should have told him that it hurt me when he called me names, but I never told him and maybe that's why he kept going on and on with it.

He was an overall not a bad person, not very good either. One day he told me that his aim was to humiliate each and every person in class. That was the day I figured out that he was not normal and something was up with him.

He had come from Bengal, from Barrakpore military school, it is one of the hardest schools to be in and he survived out of that. Maybe that is the reason he was like that. He was pretty tall, with short hair and a good football player, not very good at studies and mostly people were afraid of him. He made people think that he was really rich, even if his parents were teachers, who didn't look like they made a lot of money.

A confused soul he was, doing things that a normal teen is not supposed to do. But mostly proud and arrogant. The part that really pissed me off about him was his habit of insulting people, including me. The same habit I am seeing with another Bengali friend of mine.

He used to call me 'fishhead'. The reason being that I told him Mangaloreans are intelligent because they eat fish and the name stuck on for about a year. He told one guy to write some bad stuff about me on the computer and the other guy did it and then I took that matter to the principal and things were sorted out. Then there was the judgemental symbol he and another guy used to make to judge if what I was saying is stupid or smart. He also used to comment about the way I used to wear my pants, I used to wear it rather high. All this makes me think that he was a bully.

I don't consider that it was my fault in anyway that he was picking me, it was just his ugly nature. He used to do it to everyone around him, but I was the easy target because I never fought back. That time, I used to think ignoring it was the best policy, but I didn't know ignoring means not talking to him ever again. Atleast now I know that the best thing to do is to ignore a person who is irritating me, completly.

In my opinion he was a bad guy, and a bad influence in my life which toughened me up and made me more self-conscious. Its been a lot of years now, yet I think about him sometimes and think about what I should have done to make him stop.