Once upon a time, there was this young girl..
who couldnt understand why she wasnt as pretty as the other girls in her school.
Unlike these girls, who seemed to be popular among the guys from the other schools, as her school was an all-girls school, she wasnt noticed as she was fat and she wasnt pretty.
She was sad and depressed but she wanted to look strong, so she refused to show it to her friends, but deep down inside, it hurt her badly.
Let's call her Nana.
"Why doesnt the guys look at me, mama?", Nana asked her mom.
"I'm sorry dear. Maybe cause you are fat?", her mom replied.
"But some fat girls in my school have fat guys going after them. Why can't they look at me? ME! ME! ME! WHY NOT ME MAMA?!", she asked again.
"I think maybe it's because you are ugly? See, your teeth aren't straight, and you have the physiques of a man.", her mom said again.
So she went on and on through the years knowing that she was fat and ugly. But as she was growing up, she decided to lose weight.
So she tried and she tried, from looking like a heavyweight champion, to a middleweight champion, cause she was unable to attain a featherweight size. But that should be good enough, she thought.
So she went on her new phase of life being smaller, though sometimes, it's just so much one can do about her looks. But then again, that SHOULD still be good enough.
So she managed to gain a few attention from several guys and her life became better.
She found a new confidence in herself, but the trauma of growing up fat and ugly was still affecting her. So in order to feel better about herself, she had to bring people down. Insult them, even if they didnt do anything wrong to you. So what? They are just another person.
So she took up a nickname for herself, calling herself a name reserved for a female dog, a Bitch.
She thought that she had that talent in herself.
"I'm so smart, so witty, and I come from a top school", she often tell herself.
True enough, she was in a choir group, something similar to a church choir, just that their members seemed to shout and do weird dance while sitting down on the floor, and she managed to rise to a good rank among the group, which comprises of a LOT of people. How many, i wouldnt know. I dont go to church.
So she dated, and probably some guys did want to get her to bed. It's like a man, being a closet bisexual. Get a girl that can pass off as a man. Two-In-One.
So one day, she managed to get a popular guy as her boyfriend. The guy was known among his peers, and was a musician, being a lead Sitar player in a Bhangra band. Coincidentally, she knows one of the other musician in the band, the Tabla player.
So the girl was happy. She loved the guy, and he loves her too. For reasons unknowned to the rest of his friends.
The Tabla player had known her for several years, before he was playing in that Bhangra band. But they stopped communicating when she tread upon his personal space.
So the Tabla player, let's call him Rul, not wanting to associate himself to being aquantainces with her, distant himself from being friends with her as she seemed to be a person who likes to get involved in other people's life.
As far as Rul was concerned, Nana just seemed like the modern version of gossiping housewives who's lifes are not as interesting if they do not include the failures of others.
So Nana and her Sitarist boyfriend, let's call him Abil, went on for months and months, though her intrusive ways were quite obvious, as she used his MSN account to check on him, and to find out who he had been chatting with, and so on.
She complained to Rul often about him, and Rul always tried to put the best side of Abil to her as Rul thinks that Abil is a nice guy. But among their friends, they couldnt understand why would Abil stick to a girl like Nana when he can get a pretty girl for himself.
Nana was very supportive of the Bhangra band. She came to their practices and their performances and she was at ease with it. Probably a little bit too much.
So one day, Nana talked to Rul about the girl who plays the Xylophone. Apparently, Abil didnt like the girl and her playing and Nana didnt like her too, though Nana had never met the girl.
Rul had talked to Abil earlier that day about it, and both of them decided that the rest of the band should decide the matter. But Nana didnt like it when she didnt get to have a say, so she decided to criticize the girl herself. It's like a cold turkey, its hard to give up when your hands are shivering and you HAVE to HAVE a say.
When the rest of the band members found out about that incident, they were angry at Nana for interfering with the band matters. True enough, the band had decided to follow the suggestions of Abil, who was one of the band leaders, together with the other Sitar player, but the rest of the girls in the band had became friends with the Xylophone player, especially a girl who plays the flute, let's call her Nat.
Nat felt betrayed as she was the one who introduced the girl to them. And the band should have let Nat handle the situation to break it easier to her personal friend. But a girlfriend of the Sitar player, who was considered as an outsider, with no other ties to the band, should not have gotten involved, besides giving an opinion.
Nana went on to have her revenge on the people that she thought should have supported her instead. She femaleddogged the band, turning around from supporting them in the performances, to telling her boyfriend that she didnt want him in the band, using the fact that she didnt like Bhangra, but obviously more for having people in the band disliking her.
But how was it to like her?
She dont have a likeable character.
She's not pretty.
Anyone could forgive a beautiful killer. But a fat and ugly rumourmonger would be crucified.
Nana decided to befriends with one of Rul's ex-girlfriend, let's call her Mira, as she said that Mira share the same traits as she does.
But little did Nana realise that Mira wasnt as bitchy as she is. Mira has a conscience and Mira accepts anyone into her circle of friendship. Just that Mira would be strong on her own opinions, and normally it was a correct opinion.
But Mira was of a different class. Mira was beautiful and elegant. So unlike Nana.
So she went on to criticize a girl that Rul is dating. Let's call her Faridah. Faridah is a pretty and nice girl, and she fell for Rul. But not putting a title to a relationship was WRONG to Nana. So Nana felt that she has a say in the relationship too.
But what's the moral of the story?
The moral of the story is that, you shouldnt get involved in other people's life when you cant do basic grooming for yourself.
Everyone knew that she didnt trim her pubic hair. Cause there was one incident that Nana was at a cafe, and she was wearing a hipster jeans, and her pubic hair was sticking out of the top of her jeans.
That means that it was THAT long.
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The above story was fictional and any relations to any persons, dead or alive, is purely coincidental.
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