Mental Manjas

I have a history of bumping into people named 'Manja' .In India,in the state called Karnataka,in a city called Bangalore, 99.99% of all the people named Manjunath are nicknamed as Manja..All the 'Manjas' that I have met have three things in common:


1)They were all called Manja


2)All of them assisted the driver in my school bus



3)All of them had a strange liking for me



The whole universe was conspiring against me..Each one of the 'Mental Manjas' had access to new and interesting ways of getting on my nerves.Lets discuss Manja No.1 first...

1)When I was in eighth grade,I learned about the existence of Manja No.1.His job was to make sure that all the little ones had a seat.He had a strange and rare lisp which caught my fancy.Anything thats strange and interesting catches my fancy and I was fascinated by the lisp instantly."SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSweety, ssssssssit here!Ssssssssssssssssssweety!!"I had never seen anything like it before.It was a wonderful combination of gross and interesting.Little did I know that my exceeding interest in the lisp would be missssssssssstaken for my exceeding interest in Manja No.1..For the rest of the year,Ssssssweety had a special seat reserved for her right next to me so that every time she fell asleep and drooled all over my uniform,Manja No.1 would come to rescue the damsssssssel-in-dissssstressss(me) and he would fix his eyeballs on me the rest of the time and not look away even if I caught him staring, giving him a look of utter disgust!
LessonNo.1:Stop being fascinated by lisps in all their wondrous glory.
2)The next academic year : Enter Manja No.2...It was a new school bus and a brand new Manja..This time he was a couple of years older than the previous one and a little taller than I was(Manja No.1 was half my height)There was something exceptional about Manja No.2's mouth..it reminded me of an alligator for some reason...This time I resisted all temptations to observe the unusual.Yet I failed miserably in escaping Manja No.2..Right opposite my seat,and a couple of seats ahead of me was the door where ManjaNo.2 would stand.The glass door unfortunately bore my reflection and ManjaNo.2 would gape at it all the time.All other seats were taken and i was trapped!!!I wriggled uncomfortably in my seat..being watched all the time isn't a very nice thing...One fine afternoon,a boy in third grade who had grown quite close to ManjaNo.2 asked him if he had a girlfriend."That's my lavvvvvvvarr(lover)", he said and I almost fainted when I realised that he was pointing at me!
Lesson No.2:Never take the seat right opposite the glass door
3)Manja No.3 would follow me around in school and threaten boys that if he'd catch them speaking to me again,his 'gang' would take care of them..Life was hell - people were too scared to talk to me.Mental ManjaNo.3 was definitely the most mental of them all...
LessonNo3:STAY AWAY FROM MANJAS
After completing high school, I was ever unfortunate enough to meet another Manja again and I thank God for it!!!So all you Manjas out there - GO EAT DUST!!