A Tale of 4 and 1/2 Cities! Introduction
In another life, I was an engineer. And a mechanical one at that. No no, I did have all the feelings in place. That was just my stream of choice. And by that I mean what my parents thought would be best for me. 4 years. Engineering. First bench. And not many friends in class.
Why, asks nobody. Because my class strength was 71 and it had 70 boys. Not that they hated me or I them. But the dynamics get really weird and messed up with that laughable gender ratio. I mean 'not many' friends is being a bit harsh on the few friends I did actually have, but DURING class, when you exchange notes, make fun of the teacher, doodle, read recently released Harry Potter books,(I am ancient), I was pretty much left on an island of my front bench. My class friends, bless them, would talk to me after the class, but well, I really don't know how to explain it all. But it was always as awkward as making small talk with the waiting co-patients at the dentist.
Anyway, more lurid and cowardly tales from college are being saved for a book (HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHA). These posts are just my idea of chronicling(barely) the crazy post-college journey, so that I-the-one-blessed-with-amnesic-memory-doesn't forget what a ride it has been. And you-the forever imaginary readers of mine- will be unwillingly dragged into this. So yeah...enjoy!
P.S. My brain is the laziest thing on earth, just after me. It has taken me more than an year to post this, but I really really really hope to be regular and trick my brain more often. Fingers crossed.
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Why, asks nobody. Because my class strength was 71 and it had 70 boys. Not that they hated me or I them. But the dynamics get really weird and messed up with that laughable gender ratio. I mean 'not many' friends is being a bit harsh on the few friends I did actually have, but DURING class, when you exchange notes, make fun of the teacher, doodle, read recently released Harry Potter books,(I am ancient), I was pretty much left on an island of my front bench. My class friends, bless them, would talk to me after the class, but well, I really don't know how to explain it all. But it was always as awkward as making small talk with the waiting co-patients at the dentist.
Anyway, more lurid and cowardly tales from college are being saved for a book (HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHA). These posts are just my idea of chronicling(barely) the crazy post-college journey, so that I-the-one-blessed-with-amnesic-memory-doesn't forget what a ride it has been. And you-the forever imaginary readers of mine- will be unwillingly dragged into this. So yeah...enjoy!
P.S. My brain is the laziest thing on earth, just after me. It has taken me more than an year to post this, but I really really really hope to be regular and trick my brain more often. Fingers crossed.
Ha ha ha!
ReplyDeleteFor forgot to mention that half of those 70 were in love with you!
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What a journey!
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