The High School
If there is a place where the difference between various factions of humanity is stark like a naked butt then it has to be the high school, one look is all that you will need to differentiate between people for high school is the place where despite of everything we never want to break out of our moulds of sterotypicality, well high school or no high school we all I think never get to break out of the mould that our habits have set for us but that apart high school could be a real cruel place especially when you are a teenager standing on the cusp of adulthood waiting to explore all the uncharted waters but you can’t because you are disallowed because you don’t belong to a particular clique which by the virtue of its fake and over bloated air of exclusivity does not allow commoners to be a part of it. Group rivalries and mutual disdain apart when it came to high school I always and invariably divided our entire class into four prominent groups, first being that of absolute nerds who with their only motive of studying till they drop dead either by the smell of their own sweaty and stinky body or by the sheer jealousy owing to the incessant competition which in a way bonded all these nerds together, these were also people with the least amount of female contact and even the misfortune girls who happen to belong to this category where considered to be items of avoidance but that didn’t stop them from trying though in the ways that were comprehensible to them in their own nerdy world where bend over their notebook they would scribble neatly, paraphrasing, italicizing and underlining each word that would spill from the lips of our instructor, hoping for a redemption in the form of someone beautiful or at least cleaner than them who would approach them and ask for their notes so that they could with a smugness of a boisterous pimp would turn them down for least someone may study and end up a place higher than them. Then came the Rock Stars or the kids who by the virtue of the six strings which their fingers have almost perpetually strummed since they were six years old or all the hunks and wannabe basket ball stars who though never made it to the team but were pretty entertaining with their on and off filed hysterics or all the tall and handsome guys who planned on getting around just by their looks, well these were the people or A-List crowd, people who looked down upon everything that crawled or walked on this earth though the fact that they were as well the most dumbest of all specimen that god could ever have created never dawned on them. The deviants or the mischief mongers constituted the third category and the people who have just discovered anarchy and their raging teenage hormones, for them every rule, tube light or a window pane was worth breaking though their palms always ended on the swooshing end of headmistress cane but then again a warrior is incomplete without his battle wounds or this was what they used to think. The final category or the most prominent of all was that of mediocre, the average crowd and it is to this people to whom the treasures of high school belonged for they were the cynosures of everyone’s eyes, obedient and disciplined, who studied and lived a life with no high expectations, submitted their assignment on time and passed on with an average grade.
Group rivalries and mutual derision apart there were always some people who always have trouble trying to fit in because all the rules of conventionality do not apply to them, I for one was one of those kind, I never was able to find my place more so because I was too good looking to be a nerd, too short to be a stud, an absolute coward to be a deviant and a little bit too extreme to be a mediocre. I was one of the kids who were actually indifferent to the outside world and I never made any friends though I used to hang out with five jerks who were as well a perfect epitome of abstruseness and rarity with one of them having a face that more uglier than the sole of my shoe and another one who probably was shorter than my poodle and the third one really a masterpiece for he choose to run away with his so called girlfriend because despite of reaping grapevine he believed in her innocence but if only he would have heard would they used say about a whore always being a whore, he won’t have ended up making a mess of his life. The other two were actually taller and better looking than and also they were the one who found themselves to at the center of every girl’s attention and had it not been for their efforts I won’t have lost my virginity though the girl whom I gave my flower to, at an age of seventeen appeared to be like a gazillion years older than me and had probably more facial hairs than my armpits. Now, at least a decade and a dozen of hairy and flabby women later I think that the loss of virginity is the biggest eye opener in a men’s life because along with all the preconceived notions about your manhood it also brings down all the mental images for women in reality with their saggy bosoms or flabby tummies look like a far cry from their soft porn counterparts.
The best or the worst part about the high school is that it gets over ultimately but for some the actual nightmare begins the moment they step out of their small and constricted words especially for all those pretty boys and deviants because the world is too big and too conceited to actually acknowledge you. Mediocre though find it relatively easy to blend more so because they always tend to find solace in their mediocrity and also in the once a year blow jobs which their steady girl friend whom they later go onto marry and have kids with, gives to them. If anything my heart actually goes out to nerds for they never get to feel the life as the way it should be felt, they just move on from one expectations to another, trying to fulfill someone else’s dreams and goals though they tend to marry rich and get to grow old with a beautiful wife and kids but to what avail because your grades could only make you rich but they can’t possibly fill your life with happiness and fun.
age of innoncence
We all at some point of time or other stood at the threshold that demarcates between innocence and adulthood. Sooner or later, we all make that transition and sooner or later, we all realize that standing and waiting on that threshold was perhaps the most beautiful of all life’s experiences. Stepping into adulthood is perhaps the most important moment of our lives. More so because adulthood in a way symbolizes an end to our age of innocence. We lose something we all have grown up with. A lot of things simply cease to be what they are. Perhaps, this is the price we all have to pay for becoming what we all have wanted to be. I remember as a child all I wanted to do was to grow up and tall, with big moustaches and marry someone beautiful. At that time beautiful was someone who remotely resembled my mother. Looking back now it all seems so weird. How things simply change themselves, how they lose their meanings and how that meaning changes for us, is something we all find difficult to comprehend.
Strange and new sensations, which we have never experience before, starts to arise within us and they are always accompanied by a strange stirring which we experience whenever we are around the opposite sex. Most of the time we are so awash with these feelings, that controlling them doesn’t even seem to be an option. Strange things start happenings to our bodies and we can’t help but feel like a stranger trapped with his own body. It is the time when we start thinking in terms of love and relationships though the getting laid is the most underlining motivation of all. A lot of meanings are changed for us so beautiful becomes someone with great tits and hot is someone, wearing a bra. It is all about coming to terms with your sexuality and believe me, it is much easier said than done. In today’s world, where virginity and abstinence have become more of a vice then virtue, I think coming to terms with our sexuality can alleviate a lot of problems.
The transition in to adulthood, is something that frightens all of us. It is like standing in front of a door and being afraid of opening it because you don’t know what lies beyond it and then suddenly one day, the door simply vanishes and you find yourself standing in a strange new world. Once, you get past your tears you could actually see a big “Welcome to adulthood” sign hanging about somewhere. Most of us never look back, embracing adulthood as a natural progression but those of us do, are reminded of an age of innocence that we have left behind. It’s cool being an adult and real cool getting all those women you want but somewhere down the line all these milestones become redundant and at that moment all you want to do is to go back to where it all began. Believe me, there isn’t a thing that I won’t do to feel that innocence again, if only it was within my prerogative.
