"""""" I didn’t like Hindi movies; I was very vocal about my dislike of girlish oomphs, and about my frequently changing crushes…these were reasons enough for people from not-so-big-towns to dislike me, I myself did not belong to a hyper metro city, came down from a small city called Kota which had recently shot into fame owing to its now-flailing IIT-JEE coaching institutes, but I was somehow, unworkably, not one of them. And the fact that I belonged to the infamous NRI quota was the last straw for any person who would try to search for one small reason to befriend me…and she left the mission """"""
"""""" yesterday chhotomama came, he advised me to first form a theme for the story (theme for a dream ;))..n i thot n thot and struck this chord...the stheme of the story is that::::
a freshman's account of the exclusively freshman years at college. this real life account has it all. Bad decisions made, and corrected, wrong friends chosen, and dumped, bad times and good, pathetic grades and well, not topping grades, but not-so-pathetic grades following. the only thing that remained constant thoroughout those couple of years was HOPE. somewhere deep down, someone long back once said: Everythings gonna be all right. And it all did.
but the question that lingers inspite of everything is What is right? is it what you think or is it what they decide? what matters to you most? you or the ones who care for u the most, or those, whom u care for the most? inspite of us being capitalistically selfish, debatably egoistic, some people and what they think do matter, however minuscule the realisation maybe, but it does. and this changes the course of your life...
This story begins in the present that is me...in the holidays…in Doha…waiting for the third semester to start…with all the colorful details and confusing bits…the other flashbacks will come in eventually as the story progresses, following specific incidences that would remotely relate to some ongoing incidents.
dun wory girl, the progressing semesters would give u enough oppurtunities to look back into ur first semester and reflect reminiscently.
Nasim Mohammed, a nerdy-looking-but-as-far-from-being-onez-as-one-could-possibly-imagine guy from Saudi arabia, was the active member of the infamously elite group of the college, the NRI group. (yeah, it always took me a while before i realised i was an extremely redundant member of that group too..so redundant, that even the seniors throwing fresher's parties were unaware of the fact). althpugh I personally did not find him particularly intolerable, yet, for me, the fact that he was one of them was reason enough not to strike any friendshippy string with him, inspite of him being in my own branch and batch, just one roll number preceeding me. Plus the disinterest was excruciatingly mutual. The end. He too was one of our frequent subjects of joke, in the realms of girly gossips that I used to share with Raveena and Erica. Everything he used to be bedecked was a matter of sheer laughter for us. I stubbornly ignored any bright spot his persona had, him being a good elocutionist being one of those very few, and like ignoring Brutus' bright side, we used to make fun of every aspect of him, starting with his first name which according to me was a name good enough to be that of a domestic cat, his nerdy looks, his elucutionary skills, his over-politeness, his 100/100 in boards in math and his worshipping Sureeli (Ah! now that justifies my hatred) """"""
This name is derived from one of Shahnaz Hussain's product. It such happened once, I bought this product and showed it to Ravi. She immediately rendered that name fit enough to be awarded to a genie..as in Shamoon ki Aka. The only person close enough to be called a genie was this other NRI guy(another pseudo -NRI) called Mobashir Ahmed. I used to feel guilty everytime we talked about him, because according to what m y good senses always kept reminding me, he was simply not a person wwho deserves any kind os discussion within any kind of girl groups, least that being ours. His nick was Droopy-eyes, which I had immediately attributed to be a result of drug-consumption (prejudiciously) and his total disinterest in girls resulted in him beign branded as a gay by Erica. I shall not discuss about him any more here as I again am feeling that familiar guilt engulf me.
"""""" yesterday chhotomama came, he advised me to first form a theme for the story (theme for a dream ;))..n i thot n thot and struck this chord...the stheme of the story is that::::
a freshman's account of the exclusively freshman years at college. this real life account has it all. Bad decisions made, and corrected, wrong friends chosen, and dumped, bad times and good, pathetic grades and well, not topping grades, but not-so-pathetic grades following. the only thing that remained constant thoroughout those couple of years was HOPE. somewhere deep down, someone long back once said: Everythings gonna be all right. And it all did.
but the question that lingers inspite of everything is What is right? is it what you think or is it what they decide? what matters to you most? you or the ones who care for u the most, or those, whom u care for the most? inspite of us being capitalistically selfish, debatably egoistic, some people and what they think do matter, however minuscule the realisation maybe, but it does. and this changes the course of your life...
This story begins in the present that is me...in the holidays…in Doha…waiting for the third semester to start…with all the colorful details and confusing bits…the other flashbacks will come in eventually as the story progresses, following specific incidences that would remotely relate to some ongoing incidents.
dun wory girl, the progressing semesters would give u enough oppurtunities to look back into ur first semester and reflect reminiscently.
Nasim Mohammed, a nerdy-looking-but-as-far-from-being-onez-as-one-could-possibly-imagine guy from Saudi arabia, was the active member of the infamously elite group of the college, the NRI group. (yeah, it always took me a while before i realised i was an extremely redundant member of that group too..so redundant, that even the seniors throwing fresher's parties were unaware of the fact). althpugh I personally did not find him particularly intolerable, yet, for me, the fact that he was one of them was reason enough not to strike any friendshippy string with him, inspite of him being in my own branch and batch, just one roll number preceeding me. Plus the disinterest was excruciatingly mutual. The end. He too was one of our frequent subjects of joke, in the realms of girly gossips that I used to share with Raveena and Erica. Everything he used to be bedecked was a matter of sheer laughter for us. I stubbornly ignored any bright spot his persona had, him being a good elocutionist being one of those very few, and like ignoring Brutus' bright side, we used to make fun of every aspect of him, starting with his first name which according to me was a name good enough to be that of a domestic cat, his nerdy looks, his elucutionary skills, his over-politeness, his 100/100 in boards in math and his worshipping Sureeli (Ah! now that justifies my hatred) """"""
This name is derived from one of Shahnaz Hussain's product. It such happened once, I bought this product and showed it to Ravi. She immediately rendered that name fit enough to be awarded to a genie..as in Shamoon ki Aka. The only person close enough to be called a genie was this other NRI guy(another pseudo -NRI) called Mobashir Ahmed. I used to feel guilty everytime we talked about him, because according to what m y good senses always kept reminding me, he was simply not a person wwho deserves any kind os discussion within any kind of girl groups, least that being ours. His nick was Droopy-eyes, which I had immediately attributed to be a result of drug-consumption (prejudiciously) and his total disinterest in girls resulted in him beign branded as a gay by Erica. I shall not discuss about him any more here as I again am feeling that familiar guilt engulf me.
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