"This is Nibin"- that was my classmate(of 4 years) introducing me to her mother at her sister's marriage.
Though i quickly recovered to dismiss it as a slip of her tongue., the fact just lingered in my mind.
I don't remotely look like Nibin,at least i hope so...(i'm just joking,he's not all that bad..). Maybe we are of the same height,i can't think of anything else..
Did she really think i was Nibin? Well,for one thing, i just don't care.
Maybe she really did.
where was i all these years? Ok, i was hiding behind taller necks and random commotions.
i am the second last bencher.
why second last?why not last?
For one thing,last is much more cooler,infinitely more noticeable.
I came to classes almost regularly and pretended i was taking notes while all that time,i was getting better at pencil sketches..... I wonder if any professor knows my name, anyway nobody is going to notice if i bunk my classes for a whole semester.
if being invisible is an art, you are talking to Mr. Michaelangelo..(Next time i will try to come up with something better....)
oh my pathetic brain is not helping me any more....this is the third time in two days i have tried to complete this thing.
hey all, good-riddance!
What was the incident in the first line?
ReplyDeleteyou could easily guess.
ReplyDeletei don't want to write any names here...
its a random post.
ReplyDeletei dont get what yur talking about in the first part...the nibin thing..it doesn't make sense..
second-last-bench-ing is ubercool because i am one myself :P
but i wasnt that luckily un-noticeable because all my teachers know me and look for me every class and pry things out of my head and such like.
i envy you :P