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The young and the wasted

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So, at the end of a dreary session of self-loathing and regretting every past moments till then-it lasted for just under an hour. I didn't even try to pretend.- all I wanted was a whiff of fresh air and an effort to make myself feel less miserable. That was the reason why I chose to go over to the reading-room while I wait for my companion.

A bunch of young kids in the second year of engineering was having a group-study session. Back in my days we go to the same to ridicule those who chose to attend them. Even if we choose to attend, it would be the result of hours of cajoling and persuading by the people who were more concerned about us than we choose to care.

A bossy girl leading the session was talking about Fourier series and what-not. I used to love mathematics, but always try to scrape by the bare minimum in my for years of college. At least, I didn't flunk in maths.

At one point, she was boasting about something and punctuated by exclaiming, "Just the side-effects of being studying ISC." And I said to myself under my breath, "Oh God! Here we go."

One of the guys jumped at that and replied, "You too? I was also in ISC."

"Really? What was your mark?"

"No. You tell me how much you got."

"OK. Fine 91%"

"Oh. I had only 89"

"Ask how much did [some girl's name] got? [a maths teacher]'s daughter?"

"How much?"

"97.5"

I had my one leg out of the room by the time the conversation reached at that point.

Funny that how 8 years ago, I was happy with 84 and a life ahead of me.

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