Small Things

I will proceed this without any specification on date or person. This work is entirely an effort to express myself on a topic (and may be the only topic) that I feel so strongly about, and isn't at all meant to lay blame or defame any one individual but the society as a whole. This one casualty, there was this guy, who, from the moment we met that day, started teasing me and insulting me about my Facebook profile picture. I had put up a picture of me from the collection of photos from the trip I had recently gone on, where I had just landed from a jump and my skirt was blown high by the wind showing a generous portion of my thighs but not so much as to make me hesitate to post it online (it wasn't even on focus). He went on and on about it, about how my clothes keep getting shorter and how they ("the boys") couldn't wait for my next post, and imitating the pose and the expression. (Now that I think about it, I should have asked him to read the caption that w

I was in my 3rd year, a medical student, and I was solving this bunch of questions, mathematical questions, someone had posted on Facebook. I got through a few quite breezily, then I got stuck on to this algebra question. When I was in high school I used to be good in algebra (let's boast it, good in maths, period), and I could solve them one way or the other, I would go unconventional ways, get to the answer and go backwards and do it as was taught. I had been toiling at this question for hours now, I couldn't let it go, I had to solve it, it was for my pride now. It was really frustrating, I was getting no where as the hours ticked. So may be after 4 or 5 hours, I gave up and sent a message to one of my friends, who is an engineer, saying I need help with a mathematical question. He calls me up, we are video chatting, and I read the question out to him. He is like " aha, aha,.... Okay... You said this, okay, aha" and tick tick tick, not even a minute since I r