Hey Little Girl! - Part II
The Little Girl re-lived the
horrors of the World wars in her mind. Kane and Abel became her favorite novel.
Hazard by Richard Marx was her anthem. She went to school armed with her books
and music. The little girl had realized that though she didn’t talk to many
people she had a razor tongue that could hurt people. She used it and went home
every day to hide behind the dictionary to sharpen her weapon to unleash her
words on anyone who came to attack her. She never indulged in physical violence
unless it meant trying the moves she saw on W.W.F and those were learnt only to
defend herself from her brother who grew to be a tyrant. The little girl was
just a little bug to her brother. They fought. They fought physically with a
vengeance. The little girl would leap at her brother to hit him and he would
bring his knuckles crashing on her head. She didn’t quite understand why they
fought as much as they did. The fights grew in their intensity. They grew
distant. They wouldn’t acknowledge the others presence in school. People who
didn’t know them were surprised to find out ( when they visited either)that the
two were actually siblings.
Their activities and interests
were mutually exclusive of the other and hence they lived in separate worlds
that never collided. Little did the Girl know that even by not communicating
with each other they did have some similarities. On one occasion when the senior
classes (the ones appearing for their boards X and XII) were moved to the 1st
floor and 8th standard kids who were under no pressure at all had to
move to the ground floor. On entering the classroom this is what the kids saw
on blackboard written in a handwriting which was all too familiar to her:
The Girl
on seeing this burst out laughing. Unfortunately for her the History teacher
had just walked in and stared at the board in horror. She looked at the girl
and asked her, “How dare you write that on the board?” The Girl held out her
hand and let the teacher see there were no traces of chalk on her hand. Because
the teacher had seen the girl laugh she became the easy target for ridicule.
The teacher asked her to face the classroom and tell them why she found the
writing on the board so funny.
The Girl
said, “ For those of you who don’t understand what Copulation means, it is a
synonym for intercourse, what we discuss during lunch break as sex, fuck or fornication.
As we have learnt already this leads to children being born which is the
leading cause for increase in population in the Country. Of course the
statement on the board is a fact but I liked the word play hence the laughter.
Also since I have been given permission to talk on this subject, did you guys
know F.U.C.K is the acronym for Fornication Under the Consentof the King? Isn’t that a cool bit of trivia?”
The Girl
knew now that the students were not only in awe of her but this incident only
further increased the ever extending gap between her and her classmates. The
history teacher no longer cared what book the girl was reading as long as she
wasn’t addressing the class. The teachers discussed the girl in the staff room
and the very next day her English teacher called her aside and gave her a list
of books she thought would interest the girl. One of the books was Silas Marner
by George Eliot. The Girl read the book and has been forever grateful to her teacher
for letting her be.
9th
and 10th Standard was bearable only because the girl met a kindred
spirit who made coming to school every day seem less of a task.
What
actually unleashed the Girls full potential of being crazy was class XI and XII
where she reunited with kids she was with in kindergarten and her neighbors who
went to rival schools but had to join her school if they wanted to continue in
C.B.S.E. The Girl used these two years to discover who she really was. Without her
brother wandering the corridors. For the first time being the only one from her
family in the school. For the first time juniors looked up to her for her carpentry
and acting skills. Most of all the freedom to finally speak and voice out every
thought then and there and run and whistle in the corridors without the fear of
her exploits making the dinner table conversation. Discovering who she was, was
the best thing to happen to the Girl. Without having her brothers or cousins
name shadowing her at all times.
Two years
of not being compared. Two years of experimenting with PEOPLE and EVERYTHING finally led her to her calling. To finally have the peace to know what she wanted to do
with her future. To unleash unto the world the Awesome Woman that she grew to
be .
To be
continued…
For Part 1 Click Here
Title for
Part 2 was inspired by Pendulum – Girl in the Fire
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