Growing up too fast!

When: 2000-2001 ish
Where: Bombay
What: I spent a lot of my childhood around people a few years older than me and it's inevitable that children will do what they see, or atleast consider doing it. I guess I got my crazy ideas from the girls who talked about waxing their legs and shaving and other things that "grown up" girls do. So one day, after a lot of thinking, I grabbed the razer when taking a shower and shaved my legs! A day or two later, I told my best friend about it. At first she rediculed my actions by lecturing me about how I might get caught, or how it will grow back thicker. But like I said, I did this after a lot of thinking. I explained to her it wasn't hard for me to hide it from my parents, I'd just wear long pants and it didn't bother me that it might grow back thicker, because then I could just shave it off again. I finally managed to convince her, and she decided to try it out too. I gave her strict warning to be careful and not get caught, because obviously the blame would me traced back to me. The next day she showed me her clean shaven legs, and we walked about like two 2o- year- olds. A few days later, when both of our mom's were having an intense discussion, my friend pulled me aside and told me that her mom found out that she shaved her legs and that she is now telling my mom to check my legs too. I instantly began to freek out at her, arms flailing and voice getting higher and higher. When I got home that evening, my mom called me to her, she wanted to "discuss something". To make a long story short, after some intense questioning and examining of the legs, and lets not forget, shouting and yelling, I was instructed not to shave my legs again!

Running through glass!

When: Gr. 4
Where: Hasanat High School, Bombay
What: The class room doors at Hasanat High School are wooden at the bottom with glass on top. All the students are walking back to class after PT (Physical Training). Namrata jokingly holds the class room doors closed, teasing either Tasneem Madarwala or Priyanka Khurana, I don't remember. I, miss smarty pants, decide to run towards the doors and push it open (not in rage). Well what do you know, I begin running, my hands streached out in from of me and on impact, I break the glass! I begin to cry because my hands are obviously bleeding and blood tends to freek me out. Moments later, I'm being carried to the staff room by Marian Aunty and about a week later, more than half the class is pointy their fingers at me, some laughing and others telling me to replace the broken glass. Some friends still remind me of that incident to this day and laugh at me!