Nobel Prize in Psychology
So I prefer taking an Uber over driving. I feel that it is a lot more convenient. I had recently taken an Uber pool (50% cheaper), that's how I met her. I feel quite agitated when I have to share my cab ride with someone; it takes much longer. But in her case, I wouldn't mind remaining stuck in a traffic jam for hours, if she is the co-passenger. Just to give a backdrop, I shared a cab ride with an impeccably gorgeous girl. But her looks are not even an iota of her beauty. She is a lawyer, who has studied law from one of the best law schools in the world. I had just fifteen minutes to get her intrigued in the conversation and share her number. But then, even I, am an attractive co-passenger.
I asked her out for drinks. Despite the fact that I had to attend a close friend's wedding that night, I was more than eager to meet her. I am quite punctual in life and prefer events to run by the schedule. But in India, more so because of the cultural context (IIMA learnings 201), people are always running late. This behavior gets on my nerves. Ironically, I was the one running late this time around, and she had to wait for the drinks. By drinks, I mean sugar cane juice. She ordered the juice; I just followed her lead. It quite resembled a beer mug, but with a straw.
Now I had anticipated this to be a tricky conversation, as she was far more intellectually aware than me. I mean she has traveled the world fighting for human rights and is even applying for jobs in the third world countries in Africa. I on the other hand, all my life, haven't traveled in more than a couple of hundred miles radius from where I was born, and have cared about nothing more than my rights.
To compensate for the brief difference in our world awareness, and to look more formal, I wore formals on a Friday night at a club. We were talking about interests and hobbies. She obviously had tons of them. Now came my turn, I knew this time would come. Now I have no clue about psychology, and the closest I have been into studying it is taking up an introductory humanities course at IIT. But to sound more intellectual and well read, I told her that I innately love psychology. I even went on to say that I aspire to get a Nobel Prize in Psychology someday. Now, this is what happens when you don't do proper background research; she pointed out that there is no Nobel Prize in psychology. All my dreams were shattered.
She went on and told me about how she is not a big fan of fiction and prefers watching documentaries over any other genre of movies. In fact, she writes reviews (entirely nonfiction) on trip advisor as one of her hobbies. I, on the other hand, have my entire life as fiction, where I am living in my bubble, this blog is a specimen of my state of being. We were talking about how the B-schools promote group culture, and I said: "I am more of a solo 'rider.'" Paused for a bit and continued, "no pun intended."
We were conversing about the US elections. There wasn't much conversing, she was citing the reasons for the unexpected results, and I was just gazing at her perfectly crafted beautiful face. As a matter of fact, I lost track of what she was saying after a few minutes and just said 'You are quite cute.' We were there for quite some time; she asked me what time I had to leave for the wedding. I nonchalantly said that I was running just half an hour late (getting attuned to India's cultural context). She called for the check and told me that we should catch up again soon. But I just didn't want to let go. I even persuaded her to come along with me to the wedding. But then, she is a lawyer and engages in negotiations for a living.
Is this it? Is this the happily ever after, for which I was ailing? Well, there is a small tweak. I asked her to read this blog. I told her that it would get extreme reactions. Either she will fall in love with the blog after reading it, or she won't speak to me again. I never heard from her after that.
Later
Sidhant
I asked her out for drinks. Despite the fact that I had to attend a close friend's wedding that night, I was more than eager to meet her. I am quite punctual in life and prefer events to run by the schedule. But in India, more so because of the cultural context (IIMA learnings 201), people are always running late. This behavior gets on my nerves. Ironically, I was the one running late this time around, and she had to wait for the drinks. By drinks, I mean sugar cane juice. She ordered the juice; I just followed her lead. It quite resembled a beer mug, but with a straw.
To compensate for the brief difference in our world awareness, and to look more formal, I wore formals on a Friday night at a club. We were talking about interests and hobbies. She obviously had tons of them. Now came my turn, I knew this time would come. Now I have no clue about psychology, and the closest I have been into studying it is taking up an introductory humanities course at IIT. But to sound more intellectual and well read, I told her that I innately love psychology. I even went on to say that I aspire to get a Nobel Prize in Psychology someday. Now, this is what happens when you don't do proper background research; she pointed out that there is no Nobel Prize in psychology. All my dreams were shattered.
She went on and told me about how she is not a big fan of fiction and prefers watching documentaries over any other genre of movies. In fact, she writes reviews (entirely nonfiction) on trip advisor as one of her hobbies. I, on the other hand, have my entire life as fiction, where I am living in my bubble, this blog is a specimen of my state of being. We were talking about how the B-schools promote group culture, and I said: "I am more of a solo 'rider.'" Paused for a bit and continued, "no pun intended."
We were conversing about the US elections. There wasn't much conversing, she was citing the reasons for the unexpected results, and I was just gazing at her perfectly crafted beautiful face. As a matter of fact, I lost track of what she was saying after a few minutes and just said 'You are quite cute.' We were there for quite some time; she asked me what time I had to leave for the wedding. I nonchalantly said that I was running just half an hour late (getting attuned to India's cultural context). She called for the check and told me that we should catch up again soon. But I just didn't want to let go. I even persuaded her to come along with me to the wedding. But then, she is a lawyer and engages in negotiations for a living.
Is this it? Is this the happily ever after, for which I was ailing? Well, there is a small tweak. I asked her to read this blog. I told her that it would get extreme reactions. Either she will fall in love with the blog after reading it, or she won't speak to me again. I never heard from her after that.
Later
Sidhant
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