When Bad Luck has you on its Hitlist!

Ever felt like you got a big jolt from your best friend, you fall down, and you get up dusting off yourself and saying to yourself, I will find a new bestie...

Well in my case, I can't find a new best friend, I have to live with it, because my best friend is life! I'm surely on top of its beneficiaries. Whenever its not in a good mood (which is quite often, seems like it has mood swings or something), it gives me a nice push. I fall down, bruise my knee, get up and walk again. I am that kind of unconscionable person, imagine.

Sometimes it really hurts. It hurts so bad that you feel like never want to get up again. Most of the time I am aware of the superior quality of my bad luck, so I do not expect anything from my best friend, life. But sometimes it feels like I won't be able to take another jolt.

Most of the time my bestie gives surprises only to me. I happily take it. I'm its bestie after all, its my duty to make my friend happy. But sometimes it involves my near and dear ones too while punishing me. It hurts bad.

Like Midas knew, whatever he would touch would become gold, I am aware its the opposite in my case. If I touch gold, it might be detected as fake. If my life touches a good fortune person, he might get noted in bad luck's books. So much for being besties!!

I usually don't remmember movie dialogues, but there was this superhit bollywood movie, by the name " Raanjhanaa" and in the end the lead says, " par ab saala mood nahin, aankhe moond lene mein hi sukh hai" I feel defeated in the same way. You win life, you win!

The girl who pooped in class 4th!

"What's that disgusting smell?" said Meenakshi to her friend standing behind her in line. Her friend nodded in agreement.

It was time for school to be over. Just a few moments back, Shweta felt pressure in her stomach building up, she thought to herself, "School is about to get over.... If I go to washroom now, what if somebody locks me in, and I get trapped inside.....no let me hold it in, I'll go when I reach home"

The pressure increased, and she decided to go to run to the washroom. As she got up, her intestines lost control and she pooped in her sports shorts. Shweta became red with embarrassment and fear. Just then the bell rung indicating it was time to leave school. Shweta sad down thinking what she should do. The fear of visiting washroom overpowered her again and she decided to clean up after reaching home.

The kids were supposed to leave classroom in line. All the girls were confused about the bad smell, except one of them ofcourse.

Shweta rushed to her school bus. She sat near the window today, in the front row, specifically. Any kid who climbed up the bus had his expressions changed to disgust. Many of them covered their nose, to protect themselves from the bad smell.

The bus started, most of the girls had their nose covered now, Shweta also covered her nose in order to not stand out. Some girls were pointing towards her, claiming her to be the source of the smell. Another girl claimed it was some dead animal.

Finally, Shweta's home came, what a sight of relief it was for her. She rushed inside and told her mother everything. Her mother exclaimed, " God!....such a big girl, who poops in her pants, in class 4th?!!"