Girls are of two types 1) clever
girls and 2) normal girls. However, time has come to tell you about who I am
from no. 1 and 2 and being a writer of ‘entity’s fables’ this all is going to
be about non-fiction. I am mango jam stuffed in the middle of toasts of clever
girls and normal girls, and I think it’s perfect when I am mango jam because
actually people love it and it’s also the average thingy!
Actually clever girls’ definition in my life is pretty ill
at ease; it is being ‘selfish’ that can make you clever girl with a villain tag
in my life story. And when you are a normal girl which’s definition is ‘So-So-Simple
(SSS)’ that means that can make you a big S in my life’s fairy-tale, so do not
try to be any party of mentioned above except like me with shine on smile. Oh
Yeah! It can be dangerously cool to be a mango jam because you’ll be stored in
fridge.
Well this mango jam had a really bad time within clever and
normal girls. Really!! It was a distinct matter that influenced me a lot that I
thought about writing on it, so if any day I will be 22 and ask myself, was I really
that much of a mango jam congested with horrific girls?
So, it was an abnormal day when
my normal-toasty-friend and I were sitting together. Almost half of the day of
school was covered and it was the time which arrived without its need, just
after break we had a free period. And that free period remained as a prisoner
in my head till today, unfortunately! A few girls and the most clever girl
decided to play a game, after asking everybody ‘will you play the game with
us?’ they finally reached me and asked but I was not really in mood of playing
neither I liked their game as the clever dean was addressing every normal classgirl
about what they will do in the game. Actually while girls were planning the
game, (I think) they did not notice that I was sitting just close to them and
heard murmurs like ‘We’ll use every girls’ names…… for her we will keep that one ha-ha-ha….. Oh and for
Abida that one ha-ha-ha…. (And their clumsy laughs were endless, they took my
name intentionally to let me burn, but I didn’t) Though I do not mind if
anybody can use my name but when situations go out of the boundaries then I better
know too how to cross boundaries. By the
way, the moment they took my name, I glanced at them, as if waiting for their
explanation of using my name? And they soon got my point.
She said ‘we’re playing a game
and we are going to use every girls’ name in it, no matter any girl
participates in game or not’ As they already knew I would not prefer playing a game with them.
I ordered ‘do not use my name, I
am not willing to play’ in a smiling way so that my colleague should not think
I am all-time-rude-thing.
But of course now the planner of
game I mean another girl replied me ‘we don’t care if anybody comes or not,
we’ll just add everybodys' names’
I didn’t say anything and just
thought, let them do anything they want but if things will go out of control
(as I already knew they would) I will not bear them. And the same happened.
Usually when we have free
periods, we do go outside of the class to play or chat and eat some fresh air,
but that day I remained in the class with same friend with whom I was sitting
with. So as the free period started all the girls who wanted to play left the
class to play the game. Few and far between girls were sitting including me. I
spared all of my time in studies. When free time ended all the players of
filthy-game came in laughing and toddling along inside. Everybody stayed quiet
for a little moment and again their discussions started on game and there in
conversation appeared one prominent name and it was ‘Abida’(my name) The moment any girl took my name and everybody
laughed endlessly and ended with ‘sshhhh… close up she shouldn’t hear that’
I turned back my head to watch
the girls who were laughing; I inquired seriously ‘what’s the matter, why
you’re laughing?’
And at a moment all the girls
started shouting and I could hardly understand a few phrases ‘Abida leave it,
it’s nothing….. Don’t ask please or your mood will get off…. I didn’t do anything
ask her... It was too funny….. I can’t control my laugh; it was just a joke
Aabii’
‘Just a joke? Alright! Share it with me I want
to laugh too’ I said in a cheering way. But they were not ready to share it
even. Circumstances were getting creepy and I was getting even more restless to
know what the matter was truly.
I insisted a few girls so much as
I knew they will tell me through a little encouragement. The moment I was trying to make them speak, I
just promised myself ‘I won’t let anyone go without telling me’ In fact I did
that.
Finally, the girl disclosed the
undisclosed secret, the girl who barked that secret was a reputed girl for me
and I respected her from the bottom of my heart, honestly. But from the time
she disclosed that secret for me, I do not think she can regain that
charismatic value that I had for her in the horizon of my heart. At first she
gave a brief feature of game, she said ‘In the game we were supposed to pick
three chits one was from girls’ names of our class and one was of the boys’
names and then we had to pick the last chit of condition that what this boy and
girl are going to do with each other’ When I heard the description of game, I
felt my ears and cheeks were getting warm and eyes were getting watery in anger
and modest discontent. She spoke two names in which one was mine and the other
was of another male student. I heard a condition from a shameless mouth who
spoke like illiterates while sitting in a class-room where you come as a
literate and to be educated, but I feel pity on what she is deprived of. The condition was for those girls who are beghairat not for me that I should laugh on it.
There are some situations when
you have to maintain the silence in order to beat somebody’s misbehave off.
Although my mind pricked to single thing, it was ‘treat them and beat it
please!’ And I just did that. It was a bad discussion because I never talk that
rudely in my class to anyone except a close pal. So girls were stunned to see
me like that and were frightened at the same time because they did something
third-class that if I complained to any head, they had to suffer a lot.
While I was treating them, my beloved-friend
patted my back to calm me, and just with a tender touch my mind distracted to positivity.
I stopped in the middle of discussion ignoring all their explanations. I turned
back and I saw into the eyes of my friend she said ‘Koi Bat Nahi Yar, Hota Rehta Ha’ ‘Not a problem at all pal, it
happens’ I nodded as I aware she could understand my thoughts. I looked down in
my hands, recited a few Surrahs from Koran to get relax and my eyes were full
of tears that I could now hardly see my hands. My tears never mean to complain,
it just meant my inner feeling which was hurt at that time and when I controlled
my angry within quality reach of time with what my eyes get wet naturally because I feel shaan, royalty of Allah (God) to turn my
moods within a blink of eye. I
controlled as I did not want to show my tears to anyone. When I felt there is
no tear in my eyes I looked up to my friend, ‘Bohot Gussa Aaraha hy’ ‘I am so much angry’ I said. She jiggled.
Everybody went quiet, a few girls
came in front of me to give clarifications but I overlooked them all. They got normal within a few
hour-looking minutes, but what I felt was far away from their reach of
mentality. It is not a sad ending, actually it is a better ending. Because I ended
up by gaining something but I think they all gained disregard from my side. I
gained:
‘Nobody can be yours except your
true friends (that you find rarely) and Family. Everyman doesn’t deserve your precious
trust. From time to time you should speak up in order to define and defend
yourself for what you are and what you do and also for what you are not and
what you do not do.’
