Tue eve - Assignment late into the night - finished at KG's house - came back to my room , Spoke to dad, mumbling and rambling about my terrible term marks. Dad consoles.Read (or pretend to ) for the next day's class....
Wed 7 AM - Dad calls on my phone - 3 times - no Reply - calls on the landline - no reply - Friend calls on my phone - 8 times - no reply - friend calls study group mate - study group mate calls another study group mate who calls my close friend - close friend calls me -no reply - worries - plans to call the security to walk into my room - gets ready for the worst
1030 - rrrrrrrring - Archana wakes up to the ringing in her head - sees umpteen missed calls - damn..class at 1115 - Rushes
1045 - calls dad - gets abused
1110 -Reaches class- gets abused by friends / group mates ..everyone pitches in cos they get their first chance
I knew it was tough to sleep more than 5 hours at the ISB- I dint know it was a punishable offense!!
4 comments:
what is isb?
indian school of business???
the girl in this tale chose not to speak when she thought she does nt have to, unaware that it was an innocent question.takes part frm no where when the crowd is interesting. should it matter?
let me reserve my comments...
there by hangs a sad tale,
So ..the girl in this tale has been caught up with so much work and studying (lame) that she hasnt chanced upon the blog's comment section. ISB - Indian school of Business Sai.
There by hangs a tiring tale :)
business aye? with ur flamboyant writing skills i almost thought u must be in to literature.
good on u arch..let the tiring days be remembered...
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