WHO’S THAT
GIRL?
Ahmed Faiyaz
20 June 2001
Sherwood College, near Marine Drive, Bombay
Sameer,
in a smart white shirt and faded blue Levi’s jeans, strolled out of the class
with one hand tucked in his pocket, and a five-subjects-in-one notebook in the
other hand. He felt relieved on hearing the sound of the bell a few minutes
back. It’s been a long and tiring first day in college, packed with boring
lectures bringing to an end a day which began with much excitement and
anticipation for many. The nattily dressed students pick up their books and
walk out of class cheerfully, making plans to go for coffee or the latest
Spiderman movie that is playing at Eros Cinemas nearby. It’s threatening to
pour outside and students are quickly filling out of the old building that
housed the classrooms for students of management studies.
He ponders
on the accounting lecture by the frail professor who struggled to complete
solving a question while trying to maintain silence among the disinterested
students in the classroom. A smile comes to his face thinking about the group
that had managed to sneak out of the classroom soon after the attendance. He
wonders whether this is what it’s all about. Many like him studied night and
day and used all their connections possible to get a seat in the prestigious
Sherwood College. Despite scoring 80% in his HSC exams, his Dad had to pull
strings to make sure that Sameer was one of the
chosen few. Some others were not that lucky and had to take admission in
lesser-known colleges in the city. He opens the door of his new Palio and gets in with a frown, realizing that he is going
to feel lonely back in Bombay with his close friends choosing to move to the US
for higher studies. He is an introvert and had spent the last few years in
school hanging out with a select group of friends.
While
driving out he bumped into his former rival and now classmate, Vikram Khanna, who graduated from
St. Martins, who is walking up to his Lancer with a beautiful girl in tow. His
gaze catches Vikram’s, they do not know each other beyond the interschool
football tournaments where they played for opposite sides.
‘Hey Vicky,
good to see you man. Look forward to playing on the same team,’ he says.
‘Likewise
brother, see you around in college,’ Vicky replies with a friendly wave.
Sameer
turns to look intently at the girl with Vikram. She
gives him a shy smile before getting into Vicky’s sedan. He remembers bumping
into her outside class this morning.
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