She stood two places ahead of me in the lunch line at the IIMA mess. I checked
her out from the corner of my eye, wondering what the big fuss about this bhopali girl was/
Her waist-length hair rippled as she tapped the steel plate with her fingers like
a famished refugee. I noticed three black threads on the back of her fair neck.
Someone had decided to accessorize in the most academically-oriented B-school
in the country.
'Aliya Haider ---best girl in the fresher batch's ,'seniors has already anointed
her on the dorm board. We had only twenty girls in a batch of two hundred. Goodlooking ones were rare; girls don't get selected to IIM for their looks. They get in because they can solve mathematical problems faster than 99.99% of India's population and crack the CAT. Most IIM girls are above shallow things like makeup, fitting clothes, contact lenses, removal of facial hair, body odour and feminine charm. Girls like Aliya, if and when they arrive by freak chance, become instant pin-ups in out testosterone-charged, estrogen-starved campus.
I imagined Ms Haider had received more male attention in the last week
than she had in her entire life. Thus, I assumed she'd be obnoxious and decided
to ignore her.
The students inched forward on auto-pilot. The bored kitchen staff couldn't
care if they were serving prisoners or future CEOs. They tossed one ladle of
yellow stuff after another into plates. Of course, Ms Best Girl needed the
spotlight.
That's not rasam. Whatever it is, it's definitely not rasam. And what's that, the
dark yellow stuff?'
'Sambhar,' the mess worker growled.
'Eew, looks disgusting! How did you make it?' she asked.
'You want or not?' the mess worker said, more interested in wrapping up lunch
than discussing recipes.
While our lady decided, the two boys between us banged their plates on the
counter. They took the food without editorials about it and left. I came up right
behind her. I stole a sideways glance - definitely above average. Actually, well above average. In fact, outlier by IIMA standard.sShe had perfect features, with eyes, nose, lips and ears the right size and in the right places. That is all it takes to make people beautiful- normal body parts - yet why does nature mess is up so
many times? Her tiny blue bindi matched her sky- blue and white slawar kameez.
She looked like Sridevi's smarter cousin, if there is such a possibility.
The mess worker dumped a yellow lump on my plate.
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