Skip to main content

TEN FACTS ABOUT BEING A GIRL IN A T-SCHOOL

  1. Every boy in your class ( in some cases, every boy in the college ) knows your name. Even though you are not "their types".
  2. If  you are a steal ( in the literal sense ) , you might have been requested for "being more than friends" multiple number of times. At times, the same guy requests you many times. Not his fault though.
  3. If the request in [2] is accepted, the girl always has the upper hand. When that lowers down, you can always break up. Requests are like buses ( cliched but true ... mostly ).  
  4. You cannot decide on a mass-bunk on your own. Support from the Martians is  ALWAYS needed. 
  5. Your assignments WILL be copied / photocopied / circulated throughout the class , especially on the night before the submission date. Even if you have copied it from someone else.     
  6. You can be loved or be hated ( rarely ) but certainly NOT ignored.
  7. Teachers won't suspect you at first for any foul play. 
  8. In mechanical workshops ( i.e. , if you have 1/2/3/4 guys in your group ) , you don't have to do much. Just stand and stare - not at the guys / instructor but at the workbench. But if you are in a girls-only group, be prepared to sweat your brows. 
  9. You have to sit in the first four benches of the class during lectures ( unless you are REALLY that cool ).   
  10. You are noticed. No matter how geeky, boring or disinterested you are. 


P.S. : This is not meant to offend anyone. Take it with a spoonful of humour. Have fun.

Pic Courtesy : Google  

Comments

Shriti said…
Hahaha, nice xP
Pramoda Meduri said…
And the best one was the last point..
Rià said…
ha ha...good one!! :D
requests are like buses:P

loved it
:)
Thousif Raza said…
ok :) he he... nice one :)


take care and keep writing...........
yamini meduri said…
wow...too different...!!

nice post dear :)
rainboy said…
oh aisa kya ? :P
Phoenix said…
lol!! :P :) sahi hai!!
Anwesa said…
@Chocolate Lover,

:)

@ Pramoda,

Yeah :) My fav too !

@ Ria,

:)

@redemption .... ,
:D

@Thousif,
Thanks for dropping by !

@Yamini,
:) Really ? Thanks !

@rainboy,
ji bilkul :)

@phoenix,
:D

Popular posts from this blog

UNUTTERED WHISPERS

I know it was you, following me all along. I don’t need eyes to see you. It started raining and I paced up. You were anxious about me.You offered me your umbrella with your face hidden.Only if you had understood me ! I never said those three words, but I thought you knew. P.S 1:My first attempt at 55 fiction. P.S : A real big thank you to all blogger friends who made my birthday "A day to remember".

Fading Memories

What is with this smile Mamma ?  It follows me everywhere, in good times And in pain. During journeys and at nights I rest. Remember how you read me my Nursery rhymes and the alphabet Mamma ? Remember how you waited for me To arrive from school ? Our banters And the laughter that followed. Look ! My library is bigger now, Almost as large as that of yours. Yet, I long to hear a lullaby from you. Sing to me Mamma ! Just like You did ages ago. Don’t walk away like that Mamma ! See, I am your little girl in tears. You taught me how to fight my battles But weren’t you my shield ? I am you girl, grey and portly, But I still need to hear my lullaby.  

ILLUSIONS OF REALITY...

The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….