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Seven little things...

It is hard to convert a random amusing incident into a blog post. But if there are seven, there is a chance that atleast one will elicit a laugh from the reader. Here is a collection of seven funny things that happened to me this week: 1. The Mystery of the Disappearing Duster: This is a common phenomenon is most classrooms. Every other day, the teacher comes to class to find that the duster is missing. Dusters, therefore, have become a highly valuable commodity. There was a golden era when our class had three- we were rich. It lasted until one of our teachers walked out with two. Ah the indignation we felt! But here is the thing that intrigues me the most: where do the dusters go? It seems that every school has a kleptomaniac with a duster fetish. 2. The day I wore my shirt backwards: I was on my way out when I realised I had my shirt on backwards. It wasn't noticable unless one looked carefully, and I was already rather late, so I walked on anyway. But no one threw me any odd...

Womanhood

                                                                                  Art by:  Ananya  Ravikumar W hen I was in the seventh grade, our teacher asked the girls in our class, 'How many of you are truly proud to be girls?' I think most of the girls raised their hands. I wasn't among them. For a long time, especially when I hit puberty, I wished I could be a boy. "Boys are so much fun", I used to think. "They're so much more relaxed about everything ..." At every stage of my school life, there have been boys in my circle of friends. That was another reason I wished  I could be a boy. Then the others would stop teasing me and I could hang out with my friends as much as I wanted to. Having read the 'Little Women' series, I used to fancy myself as Jo, who wa...