Look at me.
Am I not beautiful? My name is
Daisey.
If I tell you more about me, you
would wonder that what is there worth
possessing in the world that this girl does not already possess.
Then I would look at you with
amazement and little stars would twinkle in my eyes. Asking quite innocently,
“Can I have a dream of my choice tonight?”
You would be taken aback; all
vital questions are asked innocently. That would define your limitation of power.
When you cannot give me a dream of my choice, what else you can give me. OK.
Give me tears when I am laughing or make me laugh when I shed tears. If you
cannot change the mood of teenager girl or cannot make her see a dream, never
expect a reward from her.
Though I am generous in giving
rewards.
I rewarded generously to my schoolteachers
just for giving me good marks. It is not so, that I did not deserve it. I was a
brilliant student as far as studies were concerned. With few extra bonus marks I
would top in the class. People had many reasons to be jealous of me, and those
people were not my friends and class fellows but their parents. They did not
mind the rank of their children but they did mind my first rank in the class.
When people feel jealous of you for a long
time they become your enemies.
Unknowingly because I was
innocent, I made lots of enemies by the time I finished my school.
Beauty without grace and destiny
is no beauty at all. It is as if a beautiful flower bloomed in deep forest wilts
without an admirer. It does not complain but all humans do. I have never seen
in my life, though I am too young to say my life, anybody who does not complain
and curse the God for minor things that they themselves are responsible for.
If at all God should be cursed for
only those things for which we have not made a choice. Like if, you smoke and
you suffer from throat or lung cancer than you cannot curse him. It is as
simple as that for me. But if you follow all the rules of hygiene and live a
balanced life and still suffer from cancer, the collective free choice of the
society has played the role, in providing you polluted environment and
inventing cigarettes. I have read that
even a nonsmoker inhales smoke of four cigarettes in a day.
I enjoy all types of freedom and
it has made me a responsible girl. I have never misused any kind of freedom,
well; the definition of misuse is subjective. By and large nobody finds me
offensive, and that is a proof of my being cultured girl. Or, I thought it to
be so, till one day same thing happened to me that usually happens with the
girl having reputation of two pennyworths only.
It was my last semester in the
school.
My school was coeducation, and it
was my decision to study in a coeducation school. Up to my middle school, I did
study at a girl’s school where the teachers were also females. Teachers
considered me a good student, but I never topped my class. I was not in the
number game at that time, it was more important for me to have a quality fun
than quantity fun.
I was surprised what attracted me
most was considered as distraction by most of my friends.
For example, I loved to
collect insects
