So the dean's address was scheduled to start around 7:00 pm. Surprise surprise, yours truly was late. In fact, so late, that I missed the entire speech and huffing and puffing reached the atrium (the centre, main building, sort of like the nucleus of a cell) just in time to see lengthy lines for a buffet dinner. I was thirsty, tired, sweaty and dresssed in my back to school outfit, comprising of a white button down shirt and a denim skirt. Well, it was supposed to be cute and sexy and if I had a tie, i would have worn it completing the look.
First bombshell! Noone and I mean not a soul was wearing a back to school, or seemingly back to school, or anything to do with a school outfit. it was just me! Well, its ok i thought, its a cute outfit, I look cute its all good :)
Shock numero deaux, no girl (out of the few girls that were even there, the ratio was clearly sordid) was wearing anything short even resembling a skirt. In fact, mine were the only bare legs in the atrium...Oh no, wait, there was one more. I sighed in relief. The girl was wearing a floral printed dress and her legs were in full view, taking maybe some (maybe all since her legs were curvy and shapely and very attractive in plain terms) of the attention of off mine! She turned around and I realised that it was quaddie number two, the snobby one, Srishti. But, snobby or not, I was glad she was there, thank goodness.
I joined a line, hoping to spot someone I would recognise. Actually i can be more specific. My friend Kunal had also joined ISB and I was looking to catch up with him.
Thats typical me behavior, by the way, looking for familiar ground rather than exploring uncharted territories, inspite of knowing that I will eventually have to do it anyways. Its also a sure fire way to make only a limited number of friends and that too after some considerable length of time.
I thought of trying to speak to the chap in front of me. He seemed like a nice enough fellow standing quietly and tapping his spoon lightly against the plate. But I just couldn't open up. Whast if he thinks the thing i say is strange? What if he is annoyed by my intrusion of his spoon tapping? Anyways the food is right around the corner so might as well just wait it out. :)
I needed alcohol. What can i say, i am socially challenged?
First bombshell! Noone and I mean not a soul was wearing a back to school, or seemingly back to school, or anything to do with a school outfit. it was just me! Well, its ok i thought, its a cute outfit, I look cute its all good :)
Shock numero deaux, no girl (out of the few girls that were even there, the ratio was clearly sordid) was wearing anything short even resembling a skirt. In fact, mine were the only bare legs in the atrium...Oh no, wait, there was one more. I sighed in relief. The girl was wearing a floral printed dress and her legs were in full view, taking maybe some (maybe all since her legs were curvy and shapely and very attractive in plain terms) of the attention of off mine! She turned around and I realised that it was quaddie number two, the snobby one, Srishti. But, snobby or not, I was glad she was there, thank goodness.
I joined a line, hoping to spot someone I would recognise. Actually i can be more specific. My friend Kunal had also joined ISB and I was looking to catch up with him.
Thats typical me behavior, by the way, looking for familiar ground rather than exploring uncharted territories, inspite of knowing that I will eventually have to do it anyways. Its also a sure fire way to make only a limited number of friends and that too after some considerable length of time.
I thought of trying to speak to the chap in front of me. He seemed like a nice enough fellow standing quietly and tapping his spoon lightly against the plate. But I just couldn't open up. Whast if he thinks the thing i say is strange? What if he is annoyed by my intrusion of his spoon tapping? Anyways the food is right around the corner so might as well just wait it out. :)
I needed alcohol. What can i say, i am socially challenged?
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