A day in the life of an Indian school girl

The first thing I would do is apologize for such a delayed entry,I was out of ideas and was confused on what to write...

this particular article is about a perpetual life if an Indian girl.

" AREY!! GET UP! YOU ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!"

unlike normal people my alarm clock was my mom.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

I literally dragged myself to the bathroom and brushed my teeth after that I continued with the daily ritual of getting dresses and packing my bag and stuffing a massive chunk of bread in my mouth and rushing out to catch my school bus.

Once reaching school, climbing the endless stairs to the class room with a 5 tonne bag hanging from my shoulder and slowing me down.

Upon reaching the class people like me (who are very sincere) open our bags and start drinking water while gossiping and the other category of students study, by the time we are done discussing all about how the head girl has no decency whatsoever and how the uniform should be of a different color and how one should not have these endless stairs but escalators and elevators in schools it is time for the assembly. First the prayer which is sung by a choir that just can't sing! Then a particular class conducts the assembly on the topic given. To be more detailed first the assembly begins with a quote, then some information based on the assigned topic, after that something like a talent competition in which one or two students sing some random song,recite some random poem which is supposed to be "inspirational" and then we stand in attention for the National Anthem. After the assembly that makes me sleepy again we have the class attendance where the teacher calls out our name roll number wise. The class teacher leaves the class, while we wait for our subject teacher to come, the unfortunate class monitor is left to take care of the wild class.

"Oye! 2nd sum was homework!!" screams a student.

"Please maintain discipline;" the monitor says with disinterest.

The subject teacher finally arrives and the monitor lets out a sigh of relief.

" Okay, class! Open your books to chapter 3, Hydrogen!" says the  teacher.

One thing about  Indian teachers is that they have a typical pronunciation. Also they strain on the capital letters.  

"The HYDROGEN is the most of the reactive of the elements, it has ONE electron in its shell." said the teacher. I yawned . After that the teacher talked some more, I didn't listen. All classes were the same, I didn't listen.

During recess me and my friends gathered around a table and we discussed random topics. My dabba had bhindi and chapati, after recess we had some other classes and we were done for the day. I slept in the entire long bus ride home.

For lunch were leftovers along with garam garam chapatis and raita. After stuffing myself up properly I watched a little television and then went for my Math tutions at 4. While I was walking I listened to disco deewane~ new version. The one hour tution was tiring and after that I came home and drank a glass of milk. Then I went outside to play with my friends. I came home did my home work revised chapters and once I was done I ate dinner while watching my all time favorite bollywood movie called as Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.

At night , I lay in bed recalling the day and thinking, that yes, zindagi na milegi dobara !