A classmate of mine got married a few days back. The best way to describe her would probably be by saying ‘one of a kind’. As I was reading her invitation, which was as unusual as her (a tiny pyramid, which would open to reveal, a small roll of silk paper with the invite printed on it) I couldn’t help but think, of the little time that we had spent together.
I’m sure everyone has had this one person in their class, who was bindas, unshakable and always ready to have fun. She represented that prototype in my class. She would ask the weirdest of doubts in the middle of lectures, get her assignments muddled up, forget to complete her project despite million reminders, get late to class having found a friend to chat en-route, in the corridor (and she had many of them), complete any work at the last minute and her reaction to being questioned on all this, would be a brilliant smile! (She does have good teeth) Now who could argue with that? Besides, she was very good with her words; she could talk on end till the person forgot what the problem was in the first place! Nothing would shake her. In fact, the lecturers were pretty shaken by her, their angry glares and empty threats, left her unimpressed. Not being able to intimidate her, they had to finally give in.
When we were dying of Monday morning blues, she would enter the class (a good twenty minutes late) as fresh as a daisy, with her radiant smile. A born salesman, she could sell ice to an Eskimo. She was very good at convincing people and once she made up her mind she was very persistent. So it was no big surprise that she would manage to bring, the maximum sponsorships for college events.
Whenever anyone had a need for speed, she was the person they would turn to. No one ever knew when she entered and when she left the college premises. All anyone heard was the purr of an engine starting, and once the dust settled, all they saw was a blurry figure at a distance, her curly hair kissing the winds, being the only give away.
I met her after her wedding. She was very demurely dressed; salwar kameez, the sacred chain, toe ring et al. It’s been years and now being somebody’s wife she must have become more responsible, I told myself. We were chit chatting about this and that, when the shrill rings of her phone interrupted us. She looked at her phone to see who it was and immediately bit her lip. “Oops, I forgot my husband is waiting for me” she said, flashing her famous pearly whites. I couldn’t help but grin. Some people never change (and thank god for that!! :-))
I’m sure everyone has had this one person in their class, who was bindas, unshakable and always ready to have fun. She represented that prototype in my class. She would ask the weirdest of doubts in the middle of lectures, get her assignments muddled up, forget to complete her project despite million reminders, get late to class having found a friend to chat en-route, in the corridor (and she had many of them), complete any work at the last minute and her reaction to being questioned on all this, would be a brilliant smile! (She does have good teeth) Now who could argue with that? Besides, she was very good with her words; she could talk on end till the person forgot what the problem was in the first place! Nothing would shake her. In fact, the lecturers were pretty shaken by her, their angry glares and empty threats, left her unimpressed. Not being able to intimidate her, they had to finally give in.
When we were dying of Monday morning blues, she would enter the class (a good twenty minutes late) as fresh as a daisy, with her radiant smile. A born salesman, she could sell ice to an Eskimo. She was very good at convincing people and once she made up her mind she was very persistent. So it was no big surprise that she would manage to bring, the maximum sponsorships for college events.
Whenever anyone had a need for speed, she was the person they would turn to. No one ever knew when she entered and when she left the college premises. All anyone heard was the purr of an engine starting, and once the dust settled, all they saw was a blurry figure at a distance, her curly hair kissing the winds, being the only give away.
I met her after her wedding. She was very demurely dressed; salwar kameez, the sacred chain, toe ring et al. It’s been years and now being somebody’s wife she must have become more responsible, I told myself. We were chit chatting about this and that, when the shrill rings of her phone interrupted us. She looked at her phone to see who it was and immediately bit her lip. “Oops, I forgot my husband is waiting for me” she said, flashing her famous pearly whites. I couldn’t help but grin. Some people never change (and thank god for that!! :-))
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