My friend with the bored look has christened me 'Kutty bully' on her blog.

"kutty bully (kutty, as she is small, but does size matter? Definitely not in this case...lol)"

I take offence only for the 'Kutti' part of it.I'm rather proud of my height.I'm perfect for the good looking short guys and people go 'awww..look at that adorable one foot difference between them' when I'm with the taller ones.Disadvantages are you wouldn't describe me as 'willowy' in a Mills N Boon novel and I'm practically on the steering wheel thanks to my short legs.

Digressing from my original, finally-found-something-to-blog-about topic..
I was quite a bully in school.I discovered this trait in the fifth standard I think.I realised that I wasn't one of those characters who stepped off the pages of an Enid Blyton book and I was one of the tallest.But that's when I stopped growing..Sigh
There was this girl who resembled an owl (She moved to the US later,got a makeover and snagged herself an american boy..but that's another story) and had 'nerd' oozing from every pore (Who was I to talk when I vaguely resembled a skeleton that had glasses which covered most of its face).. She wanted to a be a part of our 'elite clique'.
My other clique actually.I had another backup set of friends.So if I had a fight with the big M, I would go running to them.And if I had a fight with them,I would go running back to M.So poor Miss. Owl, wanted to sit with us during lunch.In a benevolant mood, I said yes.But she had to run around the basketball court five times.And the poor girl did and reported back to me and proceeded to sit down.I said no and asked her to try again the next day.

In my eleventh and twelfth, I derived sadistic pleasure from twisting Peeps arms and making her say inane things like 'I'm a loser.' I loved verbally assaulting Sidekick hitting her where it hurt.But she was like some weird faithful dog who would keep coming back to get some more.I used to rag little girls in the fifth and pretend to be the school captain until one day, she complained to her father.I told him my name was 'Abithakuchalambal' (Had just seen Sethu) and covered up quite brilliantly but never attempted the stunt again.Honey (No..that's not a pseudonymn..I really had a classmate called Honey! What were her parents thinking when they named her?Let it be..If I were her, I would sue them.) I tortured Honey my last two years.She thought the Kamasutra condoms ad was actually a chocolate ad.She was 17 years old!I took it upon myself to educate her and loved to watch her cringe, close her eyes,cover her ears and scream.

In college,its the girl at the far end of the bench.The 'O' girl.She tells my friends that the only person she's scared of is me.And I'm affronted.I've never done anything to her.Ok..perhaps hit her with a scale repeatedly when she gets annoying but I've toned down a lot.

Looking back,I'm ashamed of what I did.I've learnt things about myself that I'm disgusted about.But hell..Not everyone's a Mother Teresa..

But I do believe in world peace.