Desi School Romance

Chapter 1 :Sucks,Better Than Leeches

Being a teenager sucks. Period.

It's so good at sucking that it can give a thousand Leeches competition for sucking. If you were to ask me.

And it's there to mess you up enough so that Demon to make adult life hell, won't have much of a problem. They are accomplices! Beware.

Teenage years are like one of those obnoxious aunties in the family who keep building bridges upon unrealistic bridges, about their child's academic success. As if their child is Einstein, Newton, and Mendeleev all rolled into one.

And you are sitting beside your mom with your head staring at your feet, while your mom is starting daggers at you. And you die the most painful death.

Metaphorically, yes, but internally also yes.

Could you try to evade those daggers?
Of course...
NOT.

Hence, my conclusion teenage is a total bitch.

And being a teenager in an Indian household, I'm telling you it was Hitler's very own ingenious idea for Lucifer. Which was presented in a board meeting to him, complete with a PowerPoint presentation.

And it was passed, to increase the suffering, and make people deviate towards "dealing with the devil," your soul is a small price to pay, if you can escape the clutches of your relatives. Really.

And one more thing, you know once you die, after going through teenage life in an Indian household, you won't be going to hell.
At least that's my thought, and even if you were to, how would you know?
I'm sure hell will seem like Heaven after my teenage years.

It's not that I hated my existence, to begin with.

All was good when I was born, it was a satisfying existence. Bhaiyya and Didi who thought you were cute and always cuddled with you and loving teachers and parents who will buy you everything. Sweets and cuisines and toys.
Happy days.
It was, H-E-A-V-E-N, I'm telling you, folks.
If you can find some witch or wizard and can stop yourself from entering a teenager I suggest you do that.

Go Find Baba Yaga!
I urge you, folks.
And thank me later, if you do. But if you're in any allure that you'll be happy once you grow up, then I would like to be your friend and I would like to witness your misery when you didn't listen to my super superb advice.

And as for me I could not find her, so this hurricane/storm/typhoon/whirlwind called teenage years hit me. And it hit me hard everything was not so good.

My world suddenly turned topsy-turvy, as if I were transferred to an alternate world altogether.

My demands became a nuisance to my parents and their love turned to a bit of irritation, but I know it was not my mistake at all, it was that demon disguised as my brother.
Another PowerPoint by Newton in hell, well I'm sure he couldn't have gone to heaven. He's had too many students like me cursing him for his cursed laws of Motion. And other devilish works.

So he found another way to torment us, poor and innocent children, once again.

And here we are.
I'm stuck with a brother who annoys me so much, that a human can't do.
Hence I'm sure he's a demon.

And after this, there's a cherry on top or maybe a pea on top, because what do I know about how Mendel must have presented to Lucifer?

The Hormones.

They fuck with you. And  you snap at someone because of them and mess up some relationships, they must be saying "Job Done" to the hypothalamus, that's their job and I'm sure they must get a big fat salary because of how faithfully they do their work.

You know I think hormones are like the children of those obnoxious aunts I mentioned earlier, they are there to make you lose control and lose all goodness in your pure heart.

They are lower demons, looking for a promotion.

Say, you're left to care for one of these lowly demons. Why? because your mom ordered you so.

So you start to look after the child so that he doesn't do anything that will get your head on a spike, and after some time you think that the child is cute, adorable even.

Don't entertain the idea. Banish the thought and close the gates, before that thought takes residence there.
I repeat.
DON'T.
It's a trap.

The child will start to cry, just as your mom and aunt enter.

Why would the child cry though?
Just to see you getting stabbed squarely in your heart, by your mother.

That was the whole plan since the beginning of this ruse, I'm telling you.
The aunt will try to be the good fairy and will say that her child is too naughty and must have done something to make you snap.
Snap is the keyword here.
And your mother will solely focus on that.
And now she's ready to feed your innards to hyenas.
Mom, you'll regret this afterwards, defeated sigh.
Hormones are just like that.

At least that's how it goes for me.
Who am I?
Are you asking this?
Well, I'm Anaysa Shekhar.
A. science student, because I didn't like my life enough without horror of science.
Pronouns she/her.
And the best part about me is that I'm me.
I'm your average Indian girl, with strict yet not so strict parents. A brother,as I've told you who annoys the hell out of me.
And I like to think I'm a good student, ask the teachers they'll tell, except maths and physics teachers.
I hate them, and they return the favour.
I am tall,proof I am last to stand in the line for prayer in school.
I've got dark brown eyes,that they almost look black. An oval face, with a mole just beneath my eye on my right cheek.
And long straight hair,silky even. My hairs are the best ever quality in my whole physique.
With gold nosering and earrings.

And I'm you're going to be my accomplice. While I try to deal with myself, my relatives, my parents and my classmates.
So be sure to secure, this sure is a ride through the most terrain you've ever witnessed.