“I am Shruti George, and I am a sore loser.” I take a deep breath and sit down on my revolving chair.
Yessiree, this is the story of my life. I love doing things, but I am constantly wary of the fact that I might in fact make a fool out of myself SOMEWHERE. Which is not to imply that I haven’t had more than my fair share of blushes, but that’s digressing from the point…
I remember the first competition I went for. It was the idyllic period of second standard and I went, rather optimistically, for Solo Song. My cousin, in a stroke of even more optimism, taught me “Bimbo” by Jim Reeves. Being 7, I found the song funny; I believe I was giggling at “Bimbo, Bimbo where you gonna go-eo?”… The moment came… and went amid strains of “Sa re ga ma” and people singing “aaah” as if they had a toothache. Classmates called me Bimbo for AGES afterwards. Not really an experience one needs to remember when you are trying to outgrow the “awkward” phase!
(At 13) Me (humming a song under my breath. )
Friend: “Oh, is that Bimbo? You were SOOO cute when you were in 2nd standard. So, what happened?”
13… a momentous year. When children become teenagers. Some grow up. Some don’t. (Those, usually are guys… DON’T get me wrong!) Those arguments, they’ve a massive mental impact. I hated losing those too!
Boy: “nyaa nyaa nyaa Girls are useless. They can’t do anything”
Me: “That’s not TRUE. We are much better than you.” (This was my feminist phase)
Boy: (ensues calling me my nicknames)
Me: “Oh you’re so immature”
Boy: (throws chalks at me)
… Okay, maybe I didn’t LOSE this one! But, could you tell me, why I still felt sore?
At 15, 10th standard boards. Sore loser Shruti was upset for a whole week after results were out. To add salt to injury, there were people muttering to the effect “She’s crazy. I would have KILLED for her marks.” Well, I nearly killed all right… the examiners!
At 16… IIT-JEE. Veni, vidi, Dormivi. Hey, I hadn’t studied anything. But, damnit, I still felt sore about not doing well.
A spate of exams followed, I did equally badly in most. Got stuck in CET. Still am a sore loser. This blog is a warning to my compadres. Don’t do better than me. It doesn’t matter if it is exams, or competitions or some silly little wager. I can be VERY sore about it! I have voodoo dolls and I am NOT afraid to use them!