Hi… today I’m going to scribble something about one of my millions of strange experience which I experienced in due course of my magnificent life. Actually I am still experiencing. My life has a poignant part that is very much colored with my friends around…. For personal reasons I’m changing the name of my friend…

Well she just joined our school as her father had a transferable job. The funniest thing was she was a sickly feline looking creature and I was the insy-wincy spider… always falling on people who hardly like me in first place… So I was dissected amongst all. I was friendly with my Seniors and also my classmates. Honestly, I gelled a lot with my seniors. Sometimes I used to feel better off hanging with my seniors. It was girls school so no boys. I guess in the initial years, until my sixth standard I was a quiet moron. Later period I turned to a wackiest, crazy, pathetic, sensitive, two legged animal. Well well… I noticed anindita  and she was always lost in her thoughts. So one day during lunch hour I went to her and said u’r new here be careful of a sick female in this class … she implored “who??? I implored with the most sweetest voice my vocal chords aided me and I said .. the name is sohini saha.

So tell me what is your problem gal, you had lunch? Where is your lunch box?”

Sorry I’m not carrying one I hate to carry lunch box served from pathetic ugly hands. Well now, now I never knew you had ugly ducklings in your family. Therefore, ducks are working in your house-hold that is interesting.

I got a jolt when she said, its my mom I’m referring at and I hate her. So now this struck me. I said surely it happens sometimes… but look as my lunchbox is empty today from tomorrow I’ll bring lunch for you. I went home told my gran and my mom prepare two lunch boxes from tomorrow. Earlier I was carrying one more occasionally for the ogre seniors who always starved in the morning. I used to feed them well and viola I used to get all the notes. So that was fun. I was a bit worried about Anindita. The second day in school I found her waiting for me eagerly and she said did u get ur lunch box I’m starving I skipped breakfast. Anindita whats the problem tell me… listen whats your name she asked me. I said call me “Fairy God Mother ” Cool.. so FGM … I recently had a sis and my age difference with her is more than eight years that is bloody pathetic. Its weird, disgusting and all of a sudden she has taken the spotlight.

Okay now I get it… listen all this happens y do u bother, I mean whats so strange about it. I hate her FGM okay so why the hell you are hating your mom? What for? Look I went on with a stupid statement I made lemme ask ya something?? Do you love your dad? A lot… that was her answer. I thought so. So listen rationally if you think what can your mom do it was your dad’s job of being careful do you get me and she cannot kill her kid because it was a late pregnancy. So you must be proud of your mom and here you are hating her. In that matter you must hate your dad who got her pregnant in that age. I was like entering her mind and started programming her thoughts. She felt good. Anindita today I’ll gift you something a poetry a lousy one though  which I wrote last week when I fought with my mom. Gift it to her and tell her that you had slipped in a psychic coma for some time and now your’re back to square one. In two day’s time we were sharing all our thoughts and all funny incidents and finally she started loving my name as she got to know me. She preferred calling me FGM though. I helped Anindita by restoring her sanguinity and she helped me by answering all the questions for history weekly test which was like a religious ritual in school. Every Monday we used to have a 50 marks test and one Monday I found that I was prepared for geography and we had History instead.