Social Norms !

Divyangna and I were enjoying our lunch together in a Restaurant. It was Friday, and she asked me to go out on lunch, just two of us, away from the Office chaos. Although we wanted to go to a distant food-court, but that was not a feasible option because of time constraints as we needed to get back to work after lunch break, and traffic chaos in NCR is not less than a nightmare. She handed over keys of her Scooty to me and asked me to take her to a restaurant at some “safe” distance from our office.

Divyangna is a pretty lady, young, energetic, sexy and jovial in nature, who truly and strongly believes in Gender equality. Her free-attitude might not be acceptable to some elite class of society who want to see females in typical stereotyped roles and responsibilities, although they might agree to it in principle.

In our male-dominated society, people may boast for equality, freedom etc. for females, till the moment they don’t find themselves competing in the situation. When situation requires their involvement, even if at emotional level, they tend to forget every ethical principle and come down to their narrow minded thoughts.

Delhi NCR (National Capital Region) is rather a city which accepts modern thoughts and lifestyle. I had assumed that those orthodox thoughts would not be part of this modern society which were a common living standard in my small home-town. I believed that people would rather have a more liberal and westernized outlook to life, respecting individual and their privacy. I was wrong.

Divyangna chose to sit next to me instead of sitting on the opposite side. We were talking (actually she was talking and I was hearing) and intermittently rubbing my hand, or patting me on my back and Thigh (twice). There were no issues for some time but then the incident took ugly turn when an Uncle and Aunty (they were really not related to either of us, but we Indians tend to be very relationship oriented, so we prefer to call every (unknown) elderly couple as Uncle and Aunt with due respect and regards), who were also dining in same restaurant, came to us and started putting personal questions and unwanted bull-shit wisdom and instructions on how girls and guys from decent families should behave in public. They covered everything in their lecture telling us how good we are and what are our moral duties for a civilized society we belong in. They said a lot of things, which they should not have touched.

It was embarrassing for us. I was not in a mood to spoil my mood more by raising my voice against their discretionary judgement against us. I still regret my doing it last time when I raised my voice against my Mom, (when she had forced me to accept marriage proposal to the Canadian girl during Durga Puja). I did not want to loose my temperament this time. But Divyangna could not tolerate this non-sense. She stood up, pulled me up from my collar, and planted a Kiss on my lips in front of those elderly couple. She kept of kissing me for good 2 minutes, until the couple left our table and the restaurant.  I heard a young couple siting on other end of the restaurant encouraging us by clapping and whistling. The Guy was whistling and clapping while the girl was busy in capturing us in lip-lock in her mobile phone.

Her kiss came in as a big surprise to me. I got nervous, and anxious. After the elderly couple left, she broke the lip-locking slowly, licked her upper lip, and winked at me. She then ordered the food as if nothing happened. My hunger had vanished, but she was behaving as if nothing happened.

After finishing the the lunch, we came back to office. I was mostly silent all the time after her kiss, which I believe was because of her kiss. Her Kiss had really locked my lips together, and also my mind. But she was totally normal. I was driving and she was sitting on the backseat hugging me tightly. Neither of us talked about it again. Probably she had understood my nervousness and did not want to make me feel more embarrassed. In later half of the day, she visited my desk 2 to 3 times for different reasons. I guess she was making sure that I was feeling alright.

When I reached home, the whole incident flashed through my memories as it would have just happened. And after giving it a lots of thought, I also came to conclusion, that although it appeared very inappropriate, but there could not have been any better reply to unwanted “Wisdom” and interference in our personal life than what Divyangna had replied.

Your thoughts?

First Crush (Part-5: Friendship Grows Deeper)

(Continued from previous post with same Title..)

Slowly, with more and more interactions, we were able to understand each other better. There were many common things between us, such as similar likes and dislikes, similar perspective of looking at things, inclination towards logical and rational thinking etc. But there were many contradictions too. Opposites attract. That was applicable between us too.

She was bold, jovial, fun-filled, and believed in fully enjoying every moment of life in present, without worrying too much about future or living in the past. We could find excuses that she did not need to worry about finances to manage her life that’s why she was happy. But that’s so not true. Everyone has problems in life.

She was least bothered about restrictions imposed by society, family or cultures. In her opinion, if your heart feels something is good, you must do it with all your heart and soul without worrying about “What others may say?”.

All these and many more things were there which attracted me to her. I learned a new definition of life and also learned the better way of living it. It did not mean that we should overrule our culture or social values just for sake of being “Modern” and liberal minded. It would be wrong. It only meant that we should make informed and rational decisions after proper analysis. We should give it a thought with an open mind to see if what we were going to do was still relevant in current context. It means that we should give due consideration to see if our action is somehow not going to adversely affect someone else, before we jump to a conclusion or act on it. We need to be “alert” and “awake”.

She only made me understand what exactly is the meaning of gender-equality in practical terms. I was falling for her. I respected her. Although, for most of the people in college campus, she was still a “Bitch” who knew some sort of black magic too as she succeeded in winning over the most  decent, typical and reserved guy – Me, who was too shy initially with Girls.

Slowly, she also started spending more and more time with me, instead of other guys in her group. She “reserved” her rights over the seat immediately next to me in every class in a couple of days after we met. Slowly, we were to be seen together all around the day, whether it was library hour, free time, lunch time or computer labs. She was confirmed to be with me, wherever I was. It was her voluntary act and I never objected it. I actually started feeling good to be in her company. For rest of the world, we were “couple”.


We were mostly occupied with our gang of buddies and I was cautious of not to give her any preference or special treatment over and above others in our group. She was mature enough and understood it “why?”, and actually was quite supportive in this context except for allowing anyone else to claim her seat (next to me), which she never allowed in those two years when we were together.


There was another problem, which surfaced gradually with time. Although she never created a scene for this thing but most of the buddies in our gang noticed that she was becoming possessive for me, day by day, and felt uncomfortable or behaved rudely with others whenever someone touched me or hugged me. Initially she used to deal it diplomatically by interrupting in between me and other person but her abnormal behavior was soon noticed.


In a few exceptional cases, when we had to part away for a reasonably longer period of time, she would come to me without worrying about where I was or who all were accompanying me. In one such silly event, she followed me to boys’ rest room. It created a great chaos and a huge tantrum among many “sections” of school-administration. Not to mention, she made the news-headlines for the un-published version of school news bulletin for couple of weeks, and was among the top trending topics for gossips among all students and teachers. Thanks to her bold act, now everyone knew about “us” in a far better way. That day I realized how stubborn and daring she could be.

My Gosh ! She really was daring…did not sound normal to me  !“,  interrupted my roomie with this comment, looking at my face for a reaction. And then he continued, “Or, probably, your charm made her do so…“, and winked with a big smile on his face.

He asked me again, “From what you have described, it does not sound that you liked her the way she liked you.  Right?“.

Well…. it’s not completely true. I also liked her company a lot. Every person has a different level of maturity at emotional and physical fronts and different needs, which give a feeling of satisfaction. Only Physical aspects were never my cup of tea. I would appreciate outer-beauty, but only physical beauty might not be sufficient to keep me tied to a person for long unless I am also emotionally attached to that person.“, I replied to my roomie and then continued the story as following.

We were soon very close friends. But she was still a mystery for me. She always used to do something totally unexpected. Her nature kept me curious all the time and constantly maintained my interests in her. We had a small group of guys and girls, who were now close friends, and most of them had now accepted her in our group and were okay with her joining our group. They were also able to see her real beauty and appreciated it. Whereas for some of them, she was just okay because I liked her. People started telling us that we both were changing, in a good sense of “Change”. They started complimenting her for a better change with virtues like “Politeness, Sensitivity to others, being Humane, Helpful and Kind”, and me for “being more Romantic, Cheerful, Understanding, Open-minded”  etc. etc. It happens; People who are closely associated with us tend to notice small changes in us even before we notice them.

In due course of time, when we started knowing each-other in a better way, and shared some of our secrets and details of our families, she revealed that she was living in USA for past 12 years and came to India a month before joining this school. Her parents did not want her to live there now and that’s why she came back to India. It was also evident from her accent and style of communication too, which was often a point of teasing her and making fun of her style during her initial days in school among the students of the class.

I also came to know that her Parents had got her admission confirmed in the best 5-Star school of the city, which was the only place for all kids belonging to those super-rich or elite business class families. She attended that school for two days, until she noticed me on the way to her school from her car. I used to ride by bike to my school. Third day she asked her driver to follow me to find out which school I was studying in. And fourth day, she insisted with her parents to get her admission confirmed in my school.

Her parents were initially reluctant to let her join our school which was “below their standards” but later surrendered against her strong resolution to study only in this school. They loved their daughter very much and tried their best to meet all her demands. It was not a problem for a high class business-family with abundant money and sound political relations to get the admission confirmed even after all the seats were full.

Our friendship grew very fast. She also took me to her home and introduced me to her Parents. Typical upper-class family! I knew that I would not be a welcome guest as I was clearly no match to their financial status. I belonged to a different class of society, and even after 70 years of independence, they probably considered themselves the royal blood of Great Victorian Dynasty. Her father was a little bit rude (or I might have felt it for obvious reasons) but her mother was a bit better and a little more affectionate. Mothers are always full of Love. I must admit that there was a huge difference in culture and family values between ours and this upper-class super-rich family. Even a pet in our family gets more attention and care, as a part of family, than they (Parents in this super upper class) give to their kids. No wonder, Shalaka was carried away with kind of love, care and affection she received in our group.

Her home was not less than a mansion in itself, having a separate room (I would rather call them halls) for every member of the family. I had seen those kind of things only in movies. Different types of sub-ordinates (I would not like to call them servants) for different activities in different departments. There was a complete team to serve the dishes at dining table. Different etiquette to be followed for different times of day.

After that visit, I was not interested to go to her home again but I visited her house a few more times when she insisted a lot for different reasons. Although, I did not feel comfortable whenever I visited her house, as I always felt like being an alien in her house, but I agreed to her requests as it was a matter of her happiness.  It would not be appropriate for me to turn it into an ego problem when it was a matter of her happiness.

She also invited the whole gang at her mansion a couple of times when she had thrown a small party for the whole group. She did not do it to show-off  or to impress us with her luxurious life-style and upper high class status. It was a genuine attempt from her to become more friendly and come close to everyone in the gang. She was willing to share with her friends what she was blessed with in real life and others in the group had only seen in movies or fantasies. She also organized a show of the Hollywood movie “Baby’s Day Out” in sound-proof auditorium in her house for us to enjoy.

She left her Mercedes and accompanied me on my bike many times and asked me to drop her to her home. Slowly, her security staff, driver and “others” also understood it that I was a “special” friend for her. Even though I met her mother just twice, but I was not an unfamiliar name for her. Shalaka had already made me famous in her family even before I visited her house for the very first time. I came to know about this when her mother guessed me correctly in our very first meeting without any prior introduction. She was the only child and her mother was a good friend to this growing young lady, so they both kind of shared their girly-talks and secrets. Perhaps, that could be a reason of her being a little more affectionate and kind to me, unlike her husband who always appeared very rude to me.

Anyways, it was always Shalaka, and her happiness, which was important for me, and not her financial status or her family associations. I did not find that level of problems, which could possibly force us to split apart or something which we could not timely address. She was careful about not to hurt my self-respect or not to let the differences in our financial status be a matter or concern between us. She tried her best to be one of us, the gang of buddies, and succeeded quite a lot in her efforts to be a buddy.

First Crush (Part -4: Friendship Begins)

(Continued from  previous part… )

About Me:

I was also at par with her in terms of competition. Although it was a different kind of competition for me. We both were new to this school and culture here, so both were facing similar challenges in some way or other. But I was relatively luckier. Lucky to be blessed with good and supportive friends. Instead of resistance, I received a friendly welcome by most of the class mates and school mates (juniors or seniors) right from the very first day. Perhaps, there was no “diving” financial levels between us as opposed to that Cinderella with Mercedes. Obviously they found me one among them and accepted me whole heartily.

I was among a very few popular guys in the campus, it came to my notice a little later. Why? I had no clue. There were others who were exceptionally brilliant in studies and probably from the same DNA line which belonged to Einstein, and there were others who were master in their respective fields of expertise, be it Music, Games or flattering with girls. I was not match to any of them. On top of that I was “Shy” in talking to girls and not so “talkative” in new groups.

I was just a good student, with excellent academic record, but not a book worm. I was not too much into sports either. I was just an average player, yet everyone wanted me to be in their team in Cricket or Volley Ball or Badminton match. Besides all these negative traits, I was still one of the preferred candidates for friendship. The number of my friends kept on growing exponentially. Most of them, once added to my friends circle, are still my good friends. Yes, I received a few compliments from time to time that sounded like “Cute Smile”, “You don’t have ego problems like XXXX”, “You are warm and friendly”, but I believe it was just to strengthen the bonding / friendship between us, and nothing more.

I was popular in my class too. Not only my teachers, but teachers from other class also knew me by my name. I always received good grades and appreciations from my teachers, since early stage of education. So most of the times, my fellow students used to borrow my notes or asked me for help in explaining a typical problem or a chapter to them. I don’t really know if it was an easy way for them to reach me and get fully devoted and uninterrupted attention or if they really wanted to study something. Now when I see this in context of allegations by my roomie (keeping in mind the physical beauty part), I may weigh it higher on former aspect. I was definitely not the only option left to them. It is not in my nature to deny if someone asks for a help.

The number of girls asking for my help was increasing day by day. Now when I am analyzing it today, I can make a wild guess. I tell you the reason, why? For boys, I was readily available to mix up with them as and when required, and I was surrounded with guys most of the times. They did not need an excuse to reach me. Because of my reservations and conservative  family/culture values, I was not supposed to be seen with girls in isolation often. Same thing was applicable to girls with “decent” families as it was a small city, with not so advanced, liberal and modern life styles. So usually girls used to visit boys in small groups and with a proper excuse to start the chit-chat. No doubts, there were a few exceptional cases. But after that Cinderella entered in our campus, these exceptional cases had grown very fast. Now even the girls from decent families were feeling proud in having 1 to 1 conversation with guys or to hook-up with their so called boy-friends whenever they get time in the campus. You know, it was like flashing a necklace, which read like, “My Boy friend is better than yours, because I deserve better.”

Our First Meeting:

One fine day, I was enjoying a free time having a chit-chat with a small group of friends, both guys and girls, near the play ground when the most notorious guy of our class, Ritwik, also nick-named as Play-boy, patted me on my shoulder from the back. For me, he was also a good friend.

I turned around and saw him smiling, accompanied by Cinderella. I had not seen such a beauty in my whole life. She was really a God’s gift to this universe. I did not get a chance to see her from so close distance earlier. I forgot to blink my eyes and kept staring at her face for a moment. I know it was embarrassing and rude, but I lost myself in her greenish eyes. She winked and shouted “Hi Sexy !”, and moved her hand forward to shake hands. Her loud voice, which was loud enough to be heard at the other  end of the corridor we were sitting in,  brought me back to my senses.

I shook my hand with her. The touch of her smooth and silky skin was something I had never felt before. It was a baby soft skin. Her white teeth were complementing her smiling lips, covered in vibrant bold red color. My eyes could not decide where exactly to stay to enjoy her beauty. Every glimpse of her face, was looking prettier than what my eyes were currently focusing at and at the same time were becoming greedy not to miss the golden opportunity of enjoying rest of the beauty of this Live Goddess. Who knows, if I would ever get another chance for this in my whole life or not. Now I understood why all the guys were mad about her and why they were so sympathizing with her. Now I understood, why all the girl-gangs were feeling so insecure and jealous of her. She was born to control the universe with her beauty.

She was looking more beautiful than she used to appear from distance apart . I could not dare to look down her face as it might be offending her but she definitely made my dick hard. She was looking a fully grown adult with properly shaped tight boobs. Her beauty and cute smiles were enough to make anyone file a mercy petition to this Goddess of Love and beauty.

“Meet my friend, Shalaka. You must be knowing, she also joined our college recently just like you.”, the Play Boy Ritwik gave a brief introduction.

“Oh ! so we have something in common… That’s a great start then.”, said Shalaka with a cute smile on her face. Everyone around me started looking at my face when she finished her last sentence.

“I am glad we met. I also noticed that you are a bit different from others. That’s why I asked Ritwik to introduce me to you.”, She smiled and winked when she finished her last sentence.

“Pleasure is all mine.”, I replied. Everyone, including me, clearly noticed a bright smile on her glorious face after my reply. I don’t know why I said it to her and later I felt embarrassed too when I looked at faces of all my friends who were paying attention to our conversations very closely and were giving mixed reactions through their facial expressions after each statement by her or me.

“From where had you done your previous schooling?”, she continued the talks. I was not sure if she was interested in knowing more details about me or she just wanted to make me more comfortable to open up with her through these talks, but it was sure she was not in a mood to say “See you later” which I was planning on next. I was feeling awkward in talking to her as I was afraid of losing my friends if I paid more attention to her. Boys were happy but girls were clearly very unhappy with her presence around me.

“Well… I was studying at XXXX earlier.”,  I answered.

Her next question was ready, “Where exactly is this…is it in this city or somewhere else?”

What the hell? Was she making fun of me or my financial condition? It was kind of insulting to me. We tend to see the things in the light of our own presumptions. That might not reflect the correct color of things to us. It was a small city and the school I named was one of the renowned schools in the city as it secured highest number of meritorious students, but it catered to academic needs of most of the middle class families. Definitely, it was not meant for kids of Super Rich families. For them, there were a few  5-Star schools in the city. I was disappointed by her question. Suddenly my mind reacted that probably everyone was right in saying that she does not deserve a decent friendship.

She might have noticed my facial expressions after her question, and probably she understood my concerns, and said, “Well… I am asking because I am new to this city too. It is hardly a month since I moved in to this city.”

I instantly realized my mistake, and felt sorry for what all sort of negative thoughts and presumptions I made for her. We tend to do this mistake again and again, still we do not learn. We should learn not react to a situation, rather, we should practice to respond it appropriately. We must learn not to be judgemental about what we hear, see or feel, unless there is a clear and explicit need to do so. I committed this crime of being judgmental and jumping on conclusions, based upon my presumptions and thoughts.

I was wrong, and I could not stand myself unless I ask for apologies from her. It would remind me not to repeat similar mistakes again.

I said, “Please accept my apologies Shalaka, I mis-understood you.” She probably already had an idea what I was talking about but she was generous to let it go. She smiled back and patted me on my shoulders and said, “It’s okay. It happens sometimes. Don’t bother about it too much.” And then she moved her right hand once again to shake hands with me and asked, “Friends?”

I noticed she was not only intelligent, but also sensible to catch the emotions and mature enough to respect the sentiments of others. It is not an easy thing. One can only be affected by other’s pains and sentiments with only purity of mind and heart. It touched me. Her previous image in my mind that was built from various hear-says and feedbacks about her by others, started fading away. I found a totally different person standing in front of me. She was looking an innocent child to me. I happily accepted her friendship offer and took her hand in my hands.


“Well.. this school is one of renowned schools in the city which delivered highest number of meritorious students. It is situated at XXXXX location around 5 Kilometers from this college.”, I explained her in detail. I wanted to be more courteous to her now to compensate for my mistakes.

By that time, the bell rang and the current session (class) was over. We needed to head to our next class. We all, including Shalaka, started running to the lecture hall where next class was scheduled to grab the seats on the front rows. On the way back to class room, I introduced her to rest of the friends in our group.  Don’t know about others but I was feeling good and was happy to find that she was not that bad of a person as portrayed by others.


 (To be continued…)

First Crush (Part -3)

(Continued from previous part …)

Okay ! Tell me now…  How old were you when you had your first sex?“, He interrogated. He opted for a direct question-answer approach when he noticed that his old style did not work.

I had never done sex yet.. I mean… before meeting you.“, I explained.

He giggled and said, “Bull Shit! Even we did not have sex yet. Don’t name this smooching and hugging as sex. You haven’t touched my dick yet and I have not even seen yours.

Then, I never had sex.“, I replied with a smile.

What the fuck! I don’t believe you.“, He said in a surprising tone.

Why?“, I asked. Now even I was surprised on his comment. “You believe it or not, but that’s true. BTW… why can’t I live without having sex? Why are you so surprized?“, I cross questioned him.

All your actions, ….. your style are so full of seduction. The way you look, your cute smile, your touch, the way you talk, all are part of killer packs you have. Look at your round butts, perfectly shaped round thighs… And what about the way you touch me in the bed, ….kiss me, … it is so full of passion and perfect…. first timer cannot do it like that.“, he added.

His disbelief made me feel like a play boy. or more appropriately, like a criminal, a prostitute. His accusations had hurt me more than his not believing me. He made me feel like a shit. This disappointment lead to instantly fade away all my self-respect and confidence, which reflected appropriately on my face immediately.

He got alert after seeing natural response to his accusations on my face. To control the damages, he came on back-foot, and said, “I didn’t mean it that way. Sorry if I happen to hurt your feelings though I did not intend to.”, and then kissed me  to make up for the loss.


Then he continued, “I mean to say, you are no less than a Greek God. Look at yourself baby, your sponges pink palms, your deep navel, your pink nipples, your broad chest, juicy pink lips, killer smile, beautiful shiny eyes, shiny black silky hair…. I mean.. every single part of your body is enough in itself to make anyone beg you for your love.

He paused momentarily and then started again praising me more enthusiastically, “Even if you forget about the physical beauty, you are more beautiful from inside. Even if I would have been blind, your soft-and sweet voice, with so caring and loving touch was enough for me to fall in love with you. You always tend to take care of people around you. It gives an assurance that you are there for us. How can it be possible that you did not have anyone close to you earlier?

The power of “Words. I was amazed to realize it once again. He said almost the same thing but now put in different words. Former was so destructive and humiliating where as later had a healing touch. Sometimes, we happen to do things that we don’t intend to do. But the good thing to remember is that it is never too late for an honest apology.

A little bit of silence gave us time for quick recovery. I diverted my attention to my school days as it was not going to help getting stuck in loop of negative thoughts. I thought for a moment about my school days, and it reminded me of the golden school days, and my lovely friends. Yes, I have always been passionate about my friends, and it is also true that I feel emotionally attached to each and every one of them. They are not just friends for me, they become part of my family. This is also true that I have been really lucky to get the same level of affection in return.

This is also true that I always received due respect and importance in my groups, whether being in a group of friends, among my colleagues or among the group of classmates. I never faced difficulty in making people agree to my terms or my suggestions. People around me were so kind that they readily accepted my suggestions and offers. There was minimal resistance or no resistance at all, most of the times. Does it really have anything to do with my looks?  Does looks and appearance play such a powerful role in our life?

It is also true that I never had a very large friend-circle.  Belonging to a small city, I had been confined to a small group of friends and colleagues. So my exposure was also restricted to a very limited number of people around me before moving to this Metropolitan area. So none of his observations could be generalized on mass scale.

As far as his point about my attractive looks is concerned, I know that I am a little better than average looking guy of my age, and it may also be true that I might have been blessed with sharp and probably attractive physical features (well.. to my opinion it depends a lot on the viewer) but it is also true that no one had ever seen my body earlier (except my parents during my first few years of early childhood and now my roomie after I moved here). People do not have X-Ray eyes to scan my body covered inside clothes. No one ever made me realize earlier that I look so good or attractive or look like a “Greek God”. I never got such compliments. Calling the friends with nick names like “Sexy”, “hotty”, “Cutie-pie”, “my chocolate pie”, “Champ”, “Hero”, etc. was a common thing among friends (my Mom calls me “ape” sometimes), but it does not mean that one is really a Champ or (“ape”) or that one looks sexy, or like a chocolate pie.  So, his point of navel, chest, etc. are out of consideration.  It could not be a reason (I guess !) for me getting the priority and preference over others, if it really ever happened.

What happened? Where are you lost now? Okay.. stop putting so much load on your tiny mind. Just be with me here now and answer my questions.“, he once again interrupted my long and deep thought process. He pulled me up in his arms, and started playing with my hair.


I looked at his face, expecting him to ask the questions. He started with, “Do you remember any girl or boy who was too close to you, on emotional or physical level?

It made me recall one incident from my school days and brought smile on my lips. First intimate experiences are really hard to forget.

Wow ! you are blushing!“, he exclaimed. “That means there was someone. Who was she?

She was my classmate when I was in 12th standard.“, I replied. I was even surprized why he named only “She” and not “he” in his last question.

Tell me the incident in detail… from very beginning.“, he said while continuing to play with my hair. I started narrating the story…

The Story begins… : A Little About Her

She was my classmate and belonged to an elite and reputed industrialist family. I had been very shy, especially when it comes to deal with the girls. I had my schooling up to 10th standard from all-boys school. When I moved to this new school, she also joined it the same year. I was popular among guys, but did not have that open interactions with girls.

Unlike most of other girls in my class, she was bold, frank but reserved, and definitely beautiful. Having a modern outfit, bold makeup, good dressing sense and her style made it evident that she is not like most of “us”. It was a common point of discussion among peers what she was doing in that school as most of us thought that she clearly was not a fit for that gentry, and must go to more royal and costly upper-high class institutes. Most of the girls-gangs were jealous of that “bitch”, because they knew they were unable to compete with her at any front – intellectual, financial or her personality.

Obviously it was hard for her to adjust to new place with such an “attitude”. She could hardly include just a few girls in her friends circle. She was not left with many options by the competing girls-gangs. Boys were  extra-ordinarily supportive and inclined to help the “poor” girl. Such incidents opened the “eyes” of boys to see the “truth” behind dirty politics of the girls-gang. As a result, she had more boy (-friends) than girls in her circle. She anyways, did not mind having a lots of boys in her friends circle. After all she was a “bitch” as identified by the Girls’-Gang.

Even though she was ridiculous and not worth a decent, loyal friendship for anyone, as described by Girls, but she ignited the fire in the campus. All the girls wanted to grab more attention of boys and started competing with her. It improved the life and status of boys in campus as the latest fashion trends and bold dresses were slowly becoming a norm now. Except a few very beautiful, who always had been very selective, most of the other girls were now more open to have boy friends, perhaps just to have a status symbol and show off.

(To be continued…)