Being The Newest Misfit!

Missionary Girls' schools are different, yes. Leaving aside the fact that they somehow manage to become your second home amid all the 3650+ rules in 365 days and that you can giggle about 'boy biology ' together; of course most being weird theories- it's a place totally cut off from reality, to an extent, yes. 

 Twelve years to become a lady, twelve years to learn what is socially accepted conduct.  How to treat the opposite sex with subtle, careful, courtesy. How to not be the dreaded 'misfit' in 'society'. Yet when school finally ends you are clueless about what lies out there. Why? Well because out there you have open streets leading to anonymous bends, you have people who find procrastination a better utility than knowing your identity. You certainly do not have caring motherly, friendly teachers to haul you up when you fall or to tend to your bruised knees and definitely not similar people who care to glance at your tears. 

Credits - Rinita Das

|| "Twelve years to become a lady, twelve years to learn what is socially accepted conduct.  How to treat the opposite sex with subtle, careful, courtesy. How to not be the dreaded 'misfit' in 'society'." ||

"It's dangerous, it's not comfortable, but that is where and how you live, everyone does. ", they said ; "but no worries you've got time we'll teach you", they lovingly cooed into young ears.  What now? I am  here standing, waiting for the loving voices to soothe me again but they do not come and I feel deaf. Lost, uncertain I stand unheeded as social crowds walk past often pushing through like I am some three dimensional hologram.  Oh! How I loved exploring, I did, back in the bound world. I guess it's because somehow I knew I would get a hand to be lead by if lost or find fellow lost companions in identical situations. In here, it isn't  fun, the definition of fun seems different or perhaps I was taught to interpret it backwards. Here there is "fun"  in mockery not discovery, 'fun' in  snatching success away and not in the simple act of sharing. 

Monica might have summed it up perfectly for us. 

They snigger, they dominate, they make jokes out of attempts. What I cannot place however, is were they always here? Were they never a part of the carefree yet caring world I know, fragmented and thrown out here just like me? Or just the fruit of my mind in mayhem. Queer how people conveniently forget the simplicity and choose to overlook gratitude. Lonely and unsure as I am, I can not help but wonder is there nothing that is still aloof and pure here? Nothing that isn't vile and vicious?  Or do they not like good things as they are?

Me? Well I am just another new face in the crowd, the newest misfit straight out of loving hands into rugged roads. Attempting to me find my foothold, I may forget simplicity too(who knows) but as long as I can keep it I take the other choice, better choice( according to me of course). Then? Well future is uncertain and time has seen more promises broken than efforts made to be keep. So I'll just stare in awe, my thoughts running astray in disarray while I am being called the newest misfit stuck between being 'a lady from the disciplined school' and the disciplines of a greater world.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR : 

RINITA DAS, A STUDENT OF SISTER NIBEDITA GOVERNMENT GENERAL DEGREE COLLEGE FOR GIRLS, IS OUR NEWEST "MISFIT". SHE IS AN AVID READER AND WRITER. SHE CONSIDERS HERSELF TO BE AN OBSERVER OF PEOPLE AND HOPES TO TOUCH SOULS THROUGH HER WRITTEN WORDS.