Nepotised

There have been blues out there, about the Nepotism, but I duly felt that for around 15-16 years ago. When I was with minimal or almost no friends or I didn't tried making them as I was so choosy in making friends and kids around me I felt were above me or below me, not academically but personally.  

If I try to recall the scenario of 2003-04, In my first School, class monitor changed every month,  the friends of the monitor always escaped even after mischievous deeds. Some kids had an ability to change friends every month( i.e whosoever is the monitor, had the maximum friends) but I utterly failed in that skill. So I had my name on blackboard every time the teacher comes in even if I did nothing.

During the Recess time all the kids including me would try and run out to capture all the swings (jhoola). I was fond of Hammock chair swings, but couldn't capture it , so all the kids who captured it(jhoola), would only gave chance to their own friends during the whole Recess time of 40 Minutes.

I felt bad at that time and urged them for just one chance and that they never gave. I had so much love for that swing, as it was the only thing in the school which would turn me on😋. I did tried to be friends with the kids of much higher cadre, but never got along with them.

The only time they made me their friend was on my Birthday, when for the first time I carried sweets to school for distribution and to attract the girls to me so that they would come to me and urge me to be my friend $ and would take her to the other classes for tofees distribution also I would give them 3-4 more tofees...(just a Convent thing🙃).

I made one of them my maid for the day and for that day I was a celebrity. I got chances for the swing I got to feel that excitement and that sudden rush inside me. And I thought now I have friends with whom I can hang around and would do lunch with them.

But the next day, in the morning, I went to her, and she ignored me. In the Recess time when she was Swinging I asked her to give me a chance, but she whole heartedly denied. I remember vaguely but she said " No You are not my Friend, I will give chance only to _____". I was your friend only for yesterday that too for the Cadbury toffees you brought".

I was shattered, damn shattered, cried the hell out of me, like a kid as I was a kid.

For the rest of the year I was into shock and urging my father to get me change my school.

I made 3 friends and the history repeated itself but the story changed as those all 3 got failed in the same class.

Again I was isolated in the next class, and just tried to be with people with whom I was never comfortable with and again left out. I felt lost, I was disturbed with that loneliness and isolation and ended up having lunch in washroom to evade from the eyes of people or from the feeling of loneliness.

Some how my father came to know about it and for the first and the last time went to the parents teachers meeting(PTM) and requested my Teacher to help me making friends, which surely never helped, but surely took me to another level of mental torture.

This was till 2007... 

In 2009 I met 3 Loves of my life and never got apart from them....

Unki kahaani kbhi aur...