A Superhero, Maybe

While coming back home yesterday after meeting with a friend, a little girl crossed my path who looked at me and smiled.  She then stopped me and told me that she had seen me before. I apologized to her telling that I couldn’t remember who she was. She smiled and told me, “A superhero like you can’t remember all the people you rescue right?”

I was confused. Why would she call me a superhero? I was pretty sure she had mistaken me for someone else but then she told me how is it she had met me and it all made sense.

Two months ago an incident had taken place below my building. I was looking after my brother in a play area built for children where I saw two girls occupying the only two swings that are there. One girl must be around 15 years old and the other one must be 14. My equation with the 15 year old has never been good as we clash a lot. Now you can’t expect me to be on good terms with someone who has a lot of ego and gets happiness from plotting against her own friends right?
I was looking after my brother when I heard a girl cry. I turned around to find that there was a little girl who was crying because she wanted to sit on the swing but those two girls weren’t allowing her. The 15 year old was screaming at this tiny little girl telling her that the swing is hers and she won’t give it to the girl. The little girl was bawling her eyes out and she walked away when the 15 year old stood up and told her, “Come here girly. You can have the swing.” I was so happy to see that this girl finally got some sense knocked into her head as the little girl came running back. But obviously I was wrong.
What this big girl did was sit back on the swing as soon as the little one came back. Upset, the little one walked away and the 15 year old stood up again and called her back. The little one came running back and what did the 15 year old do? She sat again. She repeated this routine of hers for around 3 times until the little one eventually had a breakdown. The 15 year old then was telling her friend, “Oh my God look at this kid man! At such a young age she’s acting so brilliantly. Look at the crocodile tears dude. Haha kid you can be a star!” Her friend just laughed with her.

I couldn’t bear it. My eyes were filled with tears as I saw those two girls torment and bully that kid. I walked up to them and screamt at them. This is what happened :

“Is this your swing? Who are you to tell me? I came here first!”

“This isn’t your swing either. You may have come first but you’ve played long enough. This kid is literally begging you and you are bullying her? Are you not human?”

“I’m the one sitting here. It’s my wish.”

“”Get up and let her play. You have to.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“I can’t do anything. But I can only hope that you have a little humanity in you. I know you are smart. Put your brain into use for something good – for once. I know you love bullying kids but I will not stand here and see you do that. She’s a kid and you are elder to her. Do you really want to set a bad image for yourself? I know you don’t care about anyone but yourself. I’m standing here screaming at you for this kid. At least respect my concern, if not me. Can’t I expect something good from you for once?”

Her friend finally decided to speak and this is what we spoke :

“It’s that kid’s fault! Can’t she see that we are playing here? We’ve been playing here for an hour. We are here elders. She can’t respect us?”

“How is it this kid’s fault just tell me? Because she wants to play on the swings that you and your friend have captured and are declaring your property? Let me remind you that these swings are made for kids to play not for teenagers like us. You want respect? Show some respect yourself. I’m elder to you and look at the way you treat me. Respect works two ways. You simply can’t just stand here and demand respect that too from a kid. Give respect and you’ll get respect. Simple as that.”

The 15 year old took her friend and walked away. I told them that if they want to talk behind my back then they don’t need to as they can talk whatever shit they want right in front of me. They just responded with “whatever” and went along.

All this time I din’t see the girl who was standing there all along. When I finally turned around, I saw her gleaming with joy. I made small talk with her as she was playing. When she told me that she was 4 years old, it broke my heart. I witnessed a 15 year old torture a 4 year old mentally just for a swing. What is our world coming to?

The day’s incident is crystal clear in my memory. That’s how I remember the conversations so well. I guess it’s because I don’t get to witness such incidents on a daily basis. And I so hope I never have to.

This girl called me a ‘superhero’ because that day I saved her from all that trash. She told me that now those two girls never trouble her in whatsoever way and I’m just so glad.

But me and a superhero? Really?

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A superhero would mean that I always do good. But honestly speaking, I see myself as a villain. You see, I’ve never liked those two girls. This was my opportunity to blast them off. Verbally of course but in my mind I visualize it something like this :

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And by this if someone else is benefited, then I’m going to consider this as a bonus!

It hurts me so much to think that a 4 year old could be bullied this badly by someone from the same generation as I am. What has happened to humanity? Can someone really get so much of happiness from bullying a kid?

That kid now believes that there is good out there in the world. Growing up her belief in that is most likely to get destroyed, just like how mine is. There are good people out there but the bad overshadows it. She’ll learn that not everything is right in the world, but I don’t want her to learn it now. At this age every kid feels that the world is full of rainbows and butterflies, that fairies are real and magic isn’t just an illusion. I don’t want her innocence to go away this soon. She’s a kid and I want her to enjoy her fairy-tale world – a world where superheroes exist. That phase is a wonderful one. She’ll learn what she has to when she grows up.

I can only hope that no one else will want to snatch her world away from her. From any kid for that matter. They’re just kids for God’s sake. They shouldn’t be subjected to bullying and mental torture especially when they don’t even know what it is they are going through. Let them be.

A Rant About Those Manic People

I know, I know. I haven’t been updating my blog very well these past few weeks but I have a very good reason for that. The reason being annoying relatives who had come over to stay at my home for a week. Well, they said they were gonna stay for a week when they came but went only after 20 days were complete. 20 days!!

Since these people literally changed my life in these 20 days, I decided that they need a post dedicated to them. Not acknowledging them, but ranting about them. They deserve this.

Let me first begin with the fact that they just popped up on our doorstep at 5.30 am. We knew they were coming but we din’t know which day was it they were coming. Looks like they wanted to surprise us and they succeeded. I was super surprised. So surprised that I wanted to get a frying pan and hit them with it because who disturbs someone’s sleep?! I obviously din’t do that though. What I did do is pull my blanket over my head because the lights were switched on.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, there were two girls staring at me. I gave them a quick smile just to be polite but they continued to stare at me. I know I don’t look really good as soon as I’m out of bed but I don’t look that bad either that they need to stare at me for 10 minutes straight! After a while my brother and I went to talk them. We asked them general questions like their names and their age. They asked the same to us and that was it. We were just sitting there and din’t talk. When all of this got too awkward for me I just walked out of the room. Totally normal.

Days passed by and the only talking I did was with their mother. More awkwardness crept in the house and somehow I felt comfortable knowing that for once I’m not the only one in the house who has an awkward side.

The two girls then mustered up a bit of courage and started coming out of the room. They talked a bit and then it was all fine. The younger girl is just like my brother and the elder one is quite a bit quiet. That is what I thought and I told myself, “Maybe staying with these people won’t be hard at all!”
I have never been more wrong my whole life!

The elder one is 15 years old and the attitude she possesses is something I have never seen in anyone. She always talks as if she is some great person and I need to now bow down in front of her  because she is the queen of her land. Which land is this, I don’t know but my best guess is that it’s some non-existent land. She also loves daily soap operas and can’t miss a single episode. This tells a lot about her doesn’t it?

The younger one, who is 10 years old, is like the Duracell bunny version of my brother. Always jumping around and running in circles with no signs of stopping. But this isn’t the most annoying thing about her. The fact is that she likes to pull peoples’ hair, touch everyone, pinch and beat every single person living in the house! She always pulls my hair saying that she likes my bangs. She kept touching my skin because she likes “how it feels”. I hate people touching me. Absolutely HATE it but she won’t listen. She is also obsessed with the colour pink and loves Barbie to such an extent that she even dreams about her!

More than anything, these people don’t know the meaning of privacy. Alone time is something I forgot even existed. My life wasn’t my life anymore. Even my time spent with the internet was something they’d have their eyes on. Every message I send, every song I listen to and every video I watch ; these people would be seated right next to me and would be looking at everything. It doesn’t matter if I’m doing some important stuff, they’ll just stick to me and ‘observe’ everything. How could they come between me and my internet? That’s so rude!

Illustrations to show you exactly what I mean? Here they come.

This is me, everyday

This is me, everyday

 

This is what happened when they were around

This is what happened when they were around

 

To top it all off, these people don’t know how to behave in public! They’ll be running around the roads and screaming. The younger one sticks to me while walking and pokes me. They make decisions while standing on the pavement about food. They’re just crazy!!

It’s been a week since they’ve gone and I can’t begin to tell you how much I’m enjoying the peace and quiet in the house. The house is clean again and most importantly, no one comes between me and my internet now!

I can go on ranting but I think I need to stop now. These people are the ones whom I’ll never forget my entire life and this post is my way to get my anger out. I feel so relieved now.

Have you ever had any such encounters with any relatives? Did anyone for that matter make you go so crazy that you questioned your sanity?

A Confession About My Conversations

My existence on this blog till now is far longer than I had expected it to be. When I published my first post, I said to myself that if I stayed on this blog for even a month then that would be my greatest accomplishment ever. I said that because I thought I’d get bored of this or maybe I’d just give up.
But I’ve been here for I think around 9 – 10 months and that shocks me. It’s a good shock I’ll say because I haven’t regretted starting a blog and staying on it ever. It’s one of my best decisions and I’m so happy I decided to stay for so long!

So now to celebrate this moment of happiness, I’ve decided that it’s time I let you guys in on a secret of mine. After all, you’ve tolerated me for a while now so maybe I owe this to you. Well, there aren’t many of you but I guess it’s okay for me to think that there are a few right? Right?

Now what I am going to confess to you is something that I’m sure you’re not going to like. If you choose to never read my blog again or start thinking differently of me, then I totally understand.
This ‘thing’ of mine started a few years back. Or at least, that’s when I realized that I do this. So chances are that I could’ve started doing this from a long time back. I don’t really know. What I do know is that this has started to grow now and I find myself doing this at a larger scale than I ever did before.

I want to stop but this has become such an integral part of my life that if I don’t do this even once a day then I’m not myself anymore. It’s affecting my everyday conversations and this bothers me a lot. I can’t talk properly with people if I don’t do this and I’m a lost soul. It has affected me that badly. My mental state is a wreck because of this.

But I don’t care what anyone thinks about me anymore. I’m gonna tell everyone now and I’m not afraid of how I’m gonna be perceived from here after. Okay, I am a little bit scared but I need to push it aside.

Well the thing is that I, …. I talk to myself
*sits in the corner of the room and hides face in shame*

Please don’t look at me like that. I’m really embarrassed of this habit of mine but I can’t seem to stop! And the worst is that I do this everyday. I’m talking to myself right now!

Now you might think that the talking I do is what some people do i.e. have internal discussions with themselves. They are either agreeing with themselves or debating for a whole day about a topic. This is what I do as well, but mine is the next level.
Next level how? Well, I have everyday conversations with myself. How we talk to friends and family is the way I talk to myself and I do this loudly. Not exactly loudly, I keep murmuring but that counts as loud in this context right?

Now I shall provide some pictures so that you understand what exactly it is I’m talking about.

(Note : The girl in the pink shirt is my brain talking. My brain talks loudly and I’m it’s voice, hence the human form. The girl in the green shirt is myself answering to my brain. Again loudly. )

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If you are wondering if I did go out and get cake for this very reason, then yes. Yes I did. And the conversation din’t stop here. It went on and on.

Now that you have fully understood what it is I’ve been telling you all this while, I would suggest you to pick your jaw from the floor. Or if you are laughing then I’d like you to stop. Because this ain’t funny child, this is some serious shit.

Word around the planet Earth is that if one talks to them-self then they are most likely to be a genius. Now this makes sense because I am a genius as I don’t function properly and geniuses never function properly. But I soon realized I’m not a genius as I read an article of this 19 year old boy who scored a perfect score of 2400 in his SATs and now universities like Harvard and Columbia are ASKING him to join them. It’ll take a blood sacrifice for me to get in, and this guy on the other hand has a choice as to which university he wants to go.
He is a true genius. I mean, who even gets perfect scores in their SATs and gets prestigious universities begging you to choose them?

So this proves that I’m a mere mortal who has a problem that only justifies the fact that I’m not sane. You can laugh at me and think this is a joke but I could only wish that this was one.

No one has ever heard me talk to myself though. I guess maybe because I do it mostly when I’m home alone or when no one is around. There have been a few instances when my mom has heard me murmuring but she thought that I was talking to her. Me being the great person I am, I will make sure she thinks that itself because I don’t want her to think she has a weirdo for a daughter. She might actually think I’m just making all this up but now you and I know that this is all part of my reality.

So, this is my confession about this weird little habit of mine. Do you have any sort of weird habits or confessions? A secret perhaps? I’m really good with secrets so your secret will be safe with me. I promise!