When Prime Minister Narendra Modi serving India since quite a long time(not sure of..) And Delhi getting even more polluted, where Mumbai is getting 'oh so casual' and a bit more Americanize, there lived a small town girl from the big city, the beautiful Shana (that's me) I know, too vague description to say, nothing I'm concerned about, but I had to give some description and that's the real thing first came up on the idea list. I would like to acknowledge some people who absolutely helped me completing this book.
First, I would like to thank my casual pentonic dot pen for always being at my side for no matter what. I would also like to thank my parents for snatching my story script during exams ( I was told to write this!)
And all the unreal people behind the scene who made me fantasize and imagine like I'm totally a professional book writer. Not so happy but much happier! And last but not the least, I would like to thank myself for bringing it all in. I've worked much perhaps, almost a year to see where this story could end.
The story contains a bit of sexism, stereotyped beliefs, and some strange appearences of conservativeness in oh so many ways to drag you to the moment of clarity.
THE USUAL
It happened like the third time, when my mother who out of her condescension would oftentimes to prove it, upon the gracious terms, leave her important files or lesson plans at home. And as an honor, for being her second child, I am bound to pretend pleasantly, about my sweet and wholesome often action in front of her colleagues. Now in the middle of two choices either I act or react, I chose act as usual, because to think of reacting, makes me think half of my world is already dead. You know, just a mother daughter "love". While she stood aside, wondering me coming in 10 minutes to hand it over, I could just curse for my existence. How can someone even travel so far in 10 minutes. But whatsoever, I took an auto as fast as I could, and at that point of time, the swelling hopes arose in my mind, predicting teachers wouldn't scold me for not attending the school function. Atleast my mother would save me in compensation. It's not called taking advantage, it's like a promise to be more interdependent to each situation. My mother cared not much for me leaving school days on regular basis. I have a certain belief that people who are more dependent to oneself are productive enough to handle studies on there own. Besides having no friends, school really sucks. Need not to get offended if you find school amazing and cherishing, everybody is different with different views and preferences, to say the least. After jumping my butt through bumpy roads, I finally could shake it to relax the tense muscles. Auto uncle's driving talents are the best you could actually find in India. If you find too much happiness in your life, I would suggest you to take a ride in auto. I wore a cargo jeans with bodycon vest sticking my breast out, not sure of the appropriateness within me, lack of general aesthetic sense to manage the school life. I entered the school hall. My hands went cold in nervousness. I thought my mother would be standing at the gate but she is just so sweet, thinking of introducing me, out of her hospitable nature, but completely forgot about the woman standing next to her was my class teacher. How practical!. My wild attire turned out to be more introverted, biting my skinny upper lip, I managed to follow some classmates while the students can't take there eyes off me (more specifically my breast). I was completely unaware of this large crowd. I didn't even care to know what the event was about. I somehow managed to get through the crowd and the wicked eyes.
My mother waved at me and gazed my whole look, amusedly. I ran to her blocking my arms against my breast in a way because I prefer it mustn't be large and showy around people with certain eye problems.
Need to say, people are perverts and judgemental.
My mother was swinging her hand until I broke out calling embarrassed I'm already, stop it like I can't see.
I handed over the files in a hurry in order to run back as fast afterwards. But the worst I manifested, she stopped me, pressing her hand onto mine, to meet the teachers for a turn. This was getting even worse. Teachers saw me hesitating to stand still. One of my teacher gave me a weak smile by asking the progress work. Couldn't care less for that awful question when she knew the answer. Just the basic, still improving in adding numbers 2×2=4, replied sarcastically. She took it to next level saying what I did was multiplication. I directly took an oath for ever talking to her in my wildest dream. I asked in group for what this event was all about. One of them replied saying national topper pep talk series. I saw a poster written in bold "motivational pep talk to get success".
Until the event was going to begin, my mother already manipulated me to stay here to get some motivation. I am extremely basic at everything except for physics and math in which I am even below basic. Naturally introverted, selectively extroverted, no achievements, no particular hobbies, absolutely no interaction or let's just say, anti-social personality, agitated nature, too pampered.
I just wish to sleep and listen music on the weekends (everyday) to enjoy because when music starts, rest of the world dies.
I wrapped myself in amazement, when the event was about to begin in a moment.