DP Daily Prompt: West End Girls

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I lived in a big city until I was twelve. I only saw girls in my school. There was a distinct difference between rich and poor. We had uniforms so the rich girls and boys had to conform.

The difference I saw then was their mode of transportation, while we rode the school bus , they came in fancy cars. Even at that young age they were conscious of their parent’s position.

We all spoke English, as it was a school where the medium of instruction was English. The teachers were nuns. I was one who observed the way the rich spoke English. Their style was unique you’d think they landed in our premises in some kind of golden chariots, and were literally afraid to interact with us. I was amused to watch them,I felt like telling them ,”Hey all you prince and princesses why don’t you go somewhere where there are more snobs like you.”

That was until I was twelve years old. After twelve the scenery changed drastically. We were in a small town. Everyone was normal. There was none of that look, “I’m better than you.”

Our aim was to see who gets better marks. No one was concerned about our attire. We all dressed in ordinary clothes. There may have been some rich kids but I couldn’t see any difference.

We tried to dress up to attend a wedding or a party, which was according to our means. Occasionally we met some women comparing their jewelry with the woman sitting next to her. That was no big deal.

I must say I felt right at home with the small town kids. They were innocent,well-behaved and used their time studying.


38 thoughts on “DP Daily Prompt: West End Girls

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  2. I think the *cliques* are present in most schools today, and my children certainly see evidence of it. I grew up in a mining town, and then moved to a major city when I was a teenager. My accent was constantly mocked, but I was in my own little dream world most of the time so it didn’t overly bother me. At the moment we live in a village (it’s just temporary and too long a story!), and I can see a real difference – as you said. Everybody respects one another, no matter what the class and background. The only stigma is being ‘new’! Thanks for the post, and sharing your experiences.

  3. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you for sharing this. You’ve highlighted how we funny humans have our affectations when we interact with others. And yet we are all utterly the same!

    All good wishes,


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  7. Great article. It’s very amusing to see how some rich kids consider themselves somehow superior. The only thing that exceeds their rudeness is their ignorance.

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  17. Interesting post Ranu. Having grown up in Australia I have usually found that people accept you for who you are and generally people are treated much the same.

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