💃 meet our sohni mutiyaar 💃

Mornings in Indian families specially in middle class can't be calm. They are full of loud bang, chaos and everything. You can't have your sukoon k do pal in morning. Uuuurrrggghhh why can't I have my peace sleep. We don't need alarms in our phones or at bedside, the chaos is enough to wake you up.

"Hey bholenath, agle janam mohe bitiya na kijo. agar kijo to please aise pagalkhaane mein na kijo."

Oh sorry....!! I haven't introduced myself. Myself samayara malhotra, the unwanted and ofcourse the girl child of my Indian orthodox family, where they never wanted to welcome me but still I am here , God knows why. ? I am a college student who is pursuing her studies in business management.

Chal beta samayara tyaar hote hain isse pehle koi aaye aur fan aur ac band kre tu khud se uth ja...

That's how my everyday kick starts and I hate that. but I can't do anything.. 😭

After I woke up from my deep slumber, I have a habit of rubbing my palms against my eyes and to thank God for this life, it hardly matters if it is chaotic, atleast I am alive. I don't need anything rather than thodi si shaanti is bhagdaud bhari jindagi mein.

Went straight to washroom, done my morning routine ,while standing under shower I have a habit of recalling all the tasks, my assignments, my thoughts everything. I don't know why, but this is the peaceful time which I spend only by being me and with myself. No disturbance, no chaos. Just me and myself.

No ,no, no I am not selfish but apne liye time nikalna to banta hai. So I steal my time during shower session . That's why I always end up so long.

"Sam kitni der aur lagegi ? Get ready soon. Breakfast is ready. ! "

Here comes my Chachi's voice from outside.

"Aayi chachi."

I wore anarkali suit paired with matching punjabi jutti.. I am not the type who wears kilos of make up just to impress boys and uncles. I don't like make up or rather you can say I have zero knowledge of make up . So I just put a thin line of kajal. And yes, I am ready for my college.

After picking up my college bag I left my room.

Descending stairs I reach the dining area.

At dining table here comes my family , my full joint family. Daadu, daadi, chachu, chachi, maa, papa and my elder sister. My cousin brothers are doing great in their life as they are living in abroad. Far from this chaos. Good for them. But I miss them a lot. We haven't seen each other since long except through video calls.

" Sam jaldi se apna breakfast finish kar nahi to college k liye late ho jaayegi." chachi said serving me breakfast .

"Ji chachi."

You must be wondering why chachi not my mother, reason is that I am the unwanted girl child in the family. Mere parents ko chahiye tha ladka aur ho gayi ladki yaani ki main. To mere saath unka equation kuch jyada khaas nahi hai. Chachi chachu mujhe apni beti ki tarah treat karte hain.

I finished my breakfast as fast as I can.

I was about to leave the table when a loud and heavy voice echo in the hall.

"College se sidha ghar aana hai, humein koi bhi shikayat nahi chahiye aur saara dhyaan padhai ki taraf hona chahiye." Here comes the shlok from my daadu..

"Ji daadu, main seedha ghar he aaungi aur koi shikayat ka mauka nahi dungi." I replied with my head bowed and narrowed eyes. I hate loud noice and the double standards of this society. I was on the verge of crying when I left the hall by simple nod.

Sometimes I feel like is ghar ka naam badalkar University rakh dena chahiye. jab dekho tab lectures milte rehte hain.. or else It should be declared as mental asylum where all the people are mentally ill kyu ki unki soch he aisi hai.... Daadu ko CEO bnaa denge

uurrggghhhh....

I left for my college. The journey of my college from my home is of 30 minutes. Today I don't feel like riding so I came to college by auto not by my scooty.

After reaching college my first and important task is to search for my bandar gang. My besties from another mother. Avyaan being my childhood friend, though we didn't talk much when I was with my family, I had to pretend that I didn't like talking to him but in college, we are more than best friends, he always treat me as his sister and Shanaya was from my high school. In school we didn't talk that much and now here we are - inseparable.

They are my lifelines , my strength, they are with me when I feel like hell. They are ready to go to hell with me. So we end up making each other's life as jannat. We know each other's dirty secrets as well.. 😜

Here I got my buddies having war with each other like it's world war 3 and the topic is why he call her MOTI and why she call him KUTTA.

Like seriously they are going to be graduated in few months.

"Oye, oye, oye ye kya ho raha hai. ??" I usually end up as their referee and put a full stop to their war.

"Sam is chipkali ko bol de ye mjhe KUTTA na bulaya kare.. Yaar main itna smart, dashing, handsome hoon. Ladkiya marti hain mujh par. Ye meri aise bezzati kregi to koi ladki mere saath kaise rahegi. ?" Avyaan complaints.

Sam tu is hippo ko bol ki mujhe MOTI kehna band kre. Khud ko smart aur handsome bolta . Kabhi dhang se sheesha dekha bhi hai jo tujhe pta chale. Sheeshe k aage khda hoga to sheesha bhi toot jaayega aisi shakal hai teri. " Shanaya growled.

"Shakal nahi achhi to kam se kam baat he achhi kar liya moti bhains." Avyaan further teases Shanaya.

"Kutta kahin ka." Shanaya further teases..

( People here the comments are not as bodyshaming , they just love to tease other like this. Other than this they truly respect each other.)

Stop it you both nahi to main jaa rahi hoon .. I end up saying dramatically.

"Oye achha achha ab nahi bolte ,, sorry.." They both say in unison and we end up hugging each other.

So, assignment ho gyi ready ? Today is the deadline.

"These assignments are way too boring. Sometimes I feel like why I choose to do the management course. But then I realise if I don't choose the course, then how can I end up meeting you two." Shanaya says to both of us.

"Okay drama queen, let's go to our class otherwise professor will start giving lectures before he actually start his lecture. God knows why he targets only three of us most of the time. We are the most sensible students of his class. And Sam you are the topper of our class but still he didn't show his mercy on you too." Avyaan adds.

"Chalo rehne do na, let's head to our class. And moreover, our oldie professor is going to be retired soon. So, let's chill."

Assignments are submitted, full day masti was done along with studies now it was the time to say goodbye to my friends. This is the tough time of my day when I have to say goodbye to them as only they are my support and my cheerleaders. They are my backbone. They know my that side which others cannot even think about it. They are my calm, my peace.

Sometimes I feel if I didn't get them what would have happened to me. I truly love them. Though I didn't believe in this loviyapa but dosti wala pyaar is my calm.

I know when I reach home there cannot be a peace. Peace is where you get love, where people understands you, where people think that you exist. Peace is not where you cannot think out of the box, where you have to be bound by the norms of the society.

"Damm ghut ta hai aise."

( It feels suffocated .)

Most of the time It feels to ran away from all these rigid norms, traditions. But still you can't do such things because of your family and reputation of your family as in middle class families or I can say what I continuously hear from our elders family reputation is must whether their children have to suffer a lot , it hardly matters. Jo bol diya wo hoga by hook or by crook..

I want to be free from all this. I want to become a business woman. I want to show people girls can also achieve great in their life. They are not burden anymore. I dont know if I can achieve my goal or not but I will try my luck hard.

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I know this is the short chapter as this is just an introduction. I hope you don't find it boring.