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printed on it wouldn’t have appealed to her for sure.
‘It’s okay; it’s not for the anniversary. I just felt like buying it for you because you have been a great boyfriend.’
‘And you have been a great girlfriend, the best a guy could ever ask for,’ I said. If only I could tell her how much I wanted her hands off me while I was driving. One scratch on the car and Dad would kill me. I wondered if, in such ascenario, I could sell off the watch to get the car repaired and avoid getting beaten up.
‘Thanks, there was something you wanted to tell me, Deb. What was it?’
‘Did I? I don’t think so.’
For the last few days, I had been preparing the ground to tell her that we should end the relationship because it wasn’t going anywhere. But the damned watch was too beautiful to go ahead with the plan. What was I supposed to
tell
her? That I really wanted to break up? Tell her that she had been clingy for the last few months and I couldn’t take it any more? Breaking up that day would have meant losing the watch. And
that
was unacceptable. I had earned it by being a
great boyfriend
.
‘Love you.’ She rested her head on my shoulder and snuggled.
‘Love you, too,’ I reciprocated and steadied the steering wheel. The watch gleamed in the light from the streetlamps.
It was getting scary. I never thought Smriti would ever be like those girlfriends who save for months together to surprise their boyfriends with gifts such as an expensive watch. I loved her, I thought. I could.
I had to
, at least for a while. She wasn’t bad.
The watch was beautiful.
It was late at night and I had just gone to bed after stressing out on how I could get rid of the girl I had labelled the
best girlfriend ever
when my phone rang. The same ringtone is more annoying when it’s a person you don’t want a call from.
‘Hi, Deb, guess what?’ Vernita blared on the phone.
‘Not interested. Let me sleep, witch.’
‘Yup … you got it. I talked to Avantika about you and she isn’t
interested
. She found you really dumb … and ugly, too, as far as I could make out.’
‘Same here. I am not interested in her either. Go tell
her
that.’
Click.
I hoped she would not tell her. I was right then: Avantikadidn’t like me. I hated Vernita for proving me right. Avantika had seen me exactly as I was—
dumb and ugly.
I didn’t let that bother me as I had my placement interviews coming up and I was not in a position to waste my time on girls I found desperately short on grey matter and the ability to judge great guys. I tried hard but Shrey didn’t buy
this
explanation.
I didn’t want to talk about it and distract myself from the most important month of our time in engineering college. Placement is the one thing that is always on the minds of engineering students right from the time they enter college to when they leave it.
What about after college? Where are you placed?
These questions needed to be answered. The sooner the better. It is why we all took up engineering.
Though, I must mention here, Shrey was more worried about whether there was a better sex life in management schools in India or engineering colleges abroad. He had to make sure he made the
right
decision after college.
Chapter 6
It was May and it was my first on-campus job interview. Four years of hard work or mucking around came down to this very moment. If you clear the interviews to a great paying job, no one cares how badly you might have screwed up your college academics. The tension in the Training and Placement Department was palpable. There was a presentation by the Human Resources Department of the hiring company of which I heard nothing. Nobody asked the question I wanted them to ask—what would the crowd be like? Everyone was busy counting how much they would get to spend, and were trying to find their way out of the winding lanes of Cost-to-Company, which sometimes accounted for the space you occupied in their office. Or the toilet paper
‘It’s okay; it’s not for the anniversary. I just felt like buying it for you because you have been a great boyfriend.’
‘And you have been a great girlfriend, the best a guy could ever ask for,’ I said. If only I could tell her how much I wanted her hands off me while I was driving. One scratch on the car and Dad would kill me. I wondered if, in such ascenario, I could sell off the watch to get the car repaired and avoid getting beaten up.
‘Thanks, there was something you wanted to tell me, Deb. What was it?’
‘Did I? I don’t think so.’
For the last few days, I had been preparing the ground to tell her that we should end the relationship because it wasn’t going anywhere. But the damned watch was too beautiful to go ahead with the plan. What was I supposed to
tell
her? That I really wanted to break up? Tell her that she had been clingy for the last few months and I couldn’t take it any more? Breaking up that day would have meant losing the watch. And
that
was unacceptable. I had earned it by being a
great boyfriend
.
‘Love you.’ She rested her head on my shoulder and snuggled.
‘Love you, too,’ I reciprocated and steadied the steering wheel. The watch gleamed in the light from the streetlamps.
It was getting scary. I never thought Smriti would ever be like those girlfriends who save for months together to surprise their boyfriends with gifts such as an expensive watch. I loved her, I thought. I could.
I had to
, at least for a while. She wasn’t bad.
The watch was beautiful.
It was late at night and I had just gone to bed after stressing out on how I could get rid of the girl I had labelled the
best girlfriend ever
when my phone rang. The same ringtone is more annoying when it’s a person you don’t want a call from.
‘Hi, Deb, guess what?’ Vernita blared on the phone.
‘Not interested. Let me sleep, witch.’
‘Yup … you got it. I talked to Avantika about you and she isn’t
interested
. She found you really dumb … and ugly, too, as far as I could make out.’
‘Same here. I am not interested in her either. Go tell
her
that.’
Click.
I hoped she would not tell her. I was right then: Avantikadidn’t like me. I hated Vernita for proving me right. Avantika had seen me exactly as I was—
dumb and ugly.
I didn’t let that bother me as I had my placement interviews coming up and I was not in a position to waste my time on girls I found desperately short on grey matter and the ability to judge great guys. I tried hard but Shrey didn’t buy
this
explanation.
I didn’t want to talk about it and distract myself from the most important month of our time in engineering college. Placement is the one thing that is always on the minds of engineering students right from the time they enter college to when they leave it.
What about after college? Where are you placed?
These questions needed to be answered. The sooner the better. It is why we all took up engineering.
Though, I must mention here, Shrey was more worried about whether there was a better sex life in management schools in India or engineering colleges abroad. He had to make sure he made the
right
decision after college.
Chapter 6
It was May and it was my first on-campus job interview. Four years of hard work or mucking around came down to this very moment. If you clear the interviews to a great paying job, no one cares how badly you might have screwed up your college academics. The tension in the Training and Placement Department was palpable. There was a presentation by the Human Resources Department of the hiring company of which I heard nothing. Nobody asked the question I wanted them to ask—what would the crowd be like? Everyone was busy counting how much they would get to spend, and were trying to find their way out of the winding lanes of Cost-to-Company, which sometimes accounted for the space you occupied in their office. Or the toilet paper
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