Theories and theorems, we had them all in school, and the students had always been a heady mix of dedicated students and back benchers to crazy quirky Teachers. Last month Parineeta started her IT classes with a training institute in Delhi, a little nervous and a whole lot excited. As she walked into the classroom and took her seat in the middle rows, she thought, that would keep her clear of the back benchers about whom she knew a lot from her previous ventures years back in school, and a little closer to the front rows, the famous front rows that kept themselves busy writing out the theorems even before they appeared on the projection screen. She saw the front row students as her salvation, her deliverance from what had been back then, speaking of which there hadn't been much except bunking school for movies, a few hours in the library and whole lot of smokes. She was thinking she needed to make amends for her times in school right here, to atone for not having studied hard enough and bunked classes when she probably needed to be a model student or so she thought. A model student is one who thinks like the instructor and is a child at heart, at 35 she was no longer a child, maybe I need to doctor my age certificate, she thought in jest, even tell my mom to forget taking her memory medicines. She had even observed her younger sister, tried to think like her, wasn't it possible to be her younger sibling just for the classes.
Take the chill pill and sit back and enjoy the show, she said to herself. She laughed inwardly at the thought of the pill, the last time she had been to school she had taken the dope pills and enjoyed it thoroughly. Maybe she should have doped and come to class, not a bad idea considering that most of the students here were droopy eyed zombies. Things had changed since the last time she had been to school, one for instance they just didn't read as hard enough and two, no ever told them that they weren't the super stars they thought themselves to be. Abhi for instance was a punk with spiked hair and ear rings, he wore a Tee that said "Don't look at me I am lost too." The point was no one was looking at him in any case, he just roamed the classroom like he was already a network administrator. Parineeta realised how little she knew of her classmates, there was Vaishali, long black hair and a petite girl, she came from a rich background and was passing her time at the institute after college. Vaishali thought it beneath her status to speak to Abhi and his gang, she was beautiful and knew it, had money and wouldn't let any of them near her. She spoke only to Anuj, the instructor as if she had paid him to be her personal trainer, like she owned him and had paid for personal tuition's. And why not mused Parineeta, she was beautiful and had the killer instinct, she knew she could twist Anuj around her fingers.
As Parineeta waited for Anuj to come in, her thoughts drifted to why she was here, this was her one chance to make a life out of a career she had always wanted, Information Technology was in her blood, she had always wanted to become a Network Admin and this was a step in the right direction. She would make every attempt to better her life, she could look back and laugh out at her mistakes and yet know that she had had the guts to correct them, unlike other people who might continue living unhappy lives.
Its my Life
Take the chill pill and sit back and enjoy the show, she said to herself. She laughed inwardly at the thought of the pill, the last time she had been to school she had taken the dope pills and enjoyed it thoroughly. Maybe she should have doped and come to class, not a bad idea considering that most of the students here were droopy eyed zombies. Things had changed since the last time she had been to school, one for instance they just didn't read as hard enough and two, no ever told them that they weren't the super stars they thought themselves to be. Abhi for instance was a punk with spiked hair and ear rings, he wore a Tee that said "Don't look at me I am lost too." The point was no one was looking at him in any case, he just roamed the classroom like he was already a network administrator. Parineeta realised how little she knew of her classmates, there was Vaishali, long black hair and a petite girl, she came from a rich background and was passing her time at the institute after college. Vaishali thought it beneath her status to speak to Abhi and his gang, she was beautiful and knew it, had money and wouldn't let any of them near her. She spoke only to Anuj, the instructor as if she had paid him to be her personal trainer, like she owned him and had paid for personal tuition's. And why not mused Parineeta, she was beautiful and had the killer instinct, she knew she could twist Anuj around her fingers.
As Parineeta waited for Anuj to come in, her thoughts drifted to why she was here, this was her one chance to make a life out of a career she had always wanted, Information Technology was in her blood, she had always wanted to become a Network Admin and this was a step in the right direction. She would make every attempt to better her life, she could look back and laugh out at her mistakes and yet know that she had had the guts to correct them, unlike other people who might continue living unhappy lives.
Its my Life
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