Saheli ki Haveli me Bitch maine pel di- Part 1

 THE ULTIMATE SCHOOL

This blog is about my fucking school days. I don't like to write at school, but somebody's thought inspired me to write my feelings here.

"A school is a place to learn and grow (I thought when I was in primary)".📈

"A school is a place to score best and compete (I thought when I entered secondary)".😊

"A school is a place where you can achieve success (I thought it when I was in Class X)".✊

"Timepass hai Behencho. (in XI and XII)".😕

This is my School😞

It started after I passed my XI, at the edge. I had entered the Engineering after I joined the JEE coaching. I had great expectations that I would top my board exams, score a good percentile in the JEE, and earn some respect, which may help in fostering good relations with my teachers and friends(Halkat friends).✊

But I didn't know that I was going to face "those bhaklund chuttad darinde"❤

I had only 2 guyzzz whom I could call friends. (I would call them Chetanya and Deepak)😀

I used to study, play, and we mutually shared our problems.

Deepak guyz was the brainiest in our group. Not only in studies but also in other areas.

Chetanya guyz was calm, serious in studies, and helpful.💕

The rest were a piece of shit. I rarely talked to them. They were the chutiye elements of our class. They often tried to sledge me, take advantage of me, and crush my hopes. They had a tight relationship with teachers, and I would refer to them as "Randi".😠

One of my nightmares😬

This image is just a trailer. Let the picture begin.💣💣

School Assembly: My first official Struggle

Our Assembly's topic was "Global Citizen". What the heck is Global Citizen?

This question was going on in my brain.

A global citizen is someone aware of and understands the wider world and their place in it. They are a citizen of the world. They take an active role in their community and work with others to make our planet more peaceful, sustainable and fairer.

This was the answer I found on Google (thank you😍).

Randis was busy with preparations. They planned a skit. They arranged decorative items. While France, Russia and I were just timepassing and trying to avoid it as much as possible.

"There's nothing in assemblies, we'll not be praised by everyone, or awarded. We must concentrate on our studies,"- Deepak guyz.

But there was a creep who wouldn't let us concentrate, that creep I would call "Saarika".⛈

He was the topper of our class, but "mommy Dairy" from our POV.😖

He regularly checked on us and reported to the teacher.

Even our Physics teacher, who is the "raandu" of the Science Department, constantly nagged Deepak guyz and me. This irritated us.

In our computer lab, our teacher assigned me and Chetanya guyz to edit their skit's script. But from nowhere, she appeared. I would call her "Bitch".

Bitch took the computer and edited the script, while I was ignored and just stared her.

"Behencho kaam mujhe mila hai aur ye saali kutiya kyu chaat rhi hai BKL!"😡

Then, she went to Saheli (Bahut badi paheli hai BKL).😉

I had confronted Bitch in X. Since then our so-called friendship deteriorted.

In the library, Chetanya, Deepak and I were again timepassing, and those randis were planning (bakchodi kar rhe the maa ke lode).😆

Then, Bitch went inside the dark conference room (saheli ki haveli👀). I followed her and mauka dekhte hi pel diya use wahi pe madharcho.😃

Iss tarah Saheli ki Haveli me Bitch maine pel di.

Stay tuned for the next part. Tab tak ke liye alvida guyz and "maa chudaye Kiranndi".💦💦

"The randis except me"