Ahan.
I am a very very cool sister. 8) This is the story of my sister's first school bunk. And according to her, the last one too! :p
Both of us didn't sleep the previous night at all. Maggie* didn't cuz she had to copy holiday homework, and I couldn't cuz I fell short of my Prozac. :p I had some work in Noida, and I wanted Maggie to come along. She had already taken a leave that day, so she couldn't ask mom to let her take another leave, that too for going to a "mall" with me. She's in 12th. Boards. Big thing. Big big thing. Baaaaaah. Stoopid stuff.
Then she expresses her innate desire of bunking school once. Atleast once. Eureka! Two plus two and we decided to have her bunk the next day.
Took bath at 0430 hours, and left home at 0700 hours. We were drowsed as hibernating white rabbits. But a girl's got to do what she has got to do. We took a metro and landed at ICICI Bank in Connaught Place at 0800 hours. They're not used to expect customers at that hour. They despised us. We pretended we had to get a minor account for Maggie, while she sneaked into the toilet to change into casuals. Yayy! First adventure for the day! Woohoo. :-|
Took a bus at 0845 hours for Noida. It was a horrible horrible ride. Everyone sweaty and stinky. Maggie started to get body ache cuz of staying awake all night, and I started to feel pukish. Yayyy for bunking. Sigh.
It took us an hour and fifteen minutes to reach the mall. The Great India Mall. It was 10 n the morning and the mall was to open at 10 30. But a girl has got to do what she's got to do. I told the "bouncer" I had to puke. Very badly. He didn't let me in. I saw a chance when there wes a lot of general public for him to handle, and ran inside the mall. He couldn't run after me, of course. I went and told the manager I'll puke. "Mujhe ulti karni hai!!!!!!!" This is what I said. He let me in. I ran to the washroom, and finding the women's loo occupied, I went inside the handicapped one. I got locked up inside. And since there was nobody inside the mall, I kept banging the door and none answered for 5 minutes. Then suddenly a man shouted, "KAUN HAI BE!!!" I said I was locked up and asked for help. Instead, he called for other sweepers and all of them laughed for two minutes. :-| But they did help me get out.
Now we were inside the mall and tired as hell. Too much for a "Bee You En Kay" as Maggie lieks calling it in secret code.
Roamed about for quite a while and Maggie was warned for taking photos of the "architecture". Blwak.
We went to British council library from there. I got my membership renewed and got a free BCL tumbler. It had some scratches on its cap. I asked Maggie to get it exchanged three time, until the woman offered her to see all the pieces she had and let her choose from it.
Maggie, then had had enough from this bunk and went inside the children's section and slept in a library of which she wasn't even a member. She was tired indeed.
I went and sat on the computers with internet that they allow the members to use. There was a facebook login page open, with the user id typed as "Casanova Boy". I crossed the page and started to surf. For some reason, BCL has no restricted sites anymore and I could access my GMail inbox. After a while, an ugly woman in her mid 40s came from behind and said that she was using that comp. and how I just "took her place". She said she had a facebook page open. We know who the Casanova boy was. On a personal note, Eew.
I passed my time reading Practical Photography, the only magazine I've ever read for more than a page. Then I woke Maggie up and asked her to change into her school dress again. She got her clothes and went inside the washroom. As she came out, she dropped her token for the baggage deposit on the floor and it went under the wash basin. The new rebel, having bunked her first school day on fourth of July, America's Independence Day (When were they not independent?!), Maggie, bent down and put her head on the floor of a toilet and rubbed her hand under the sink to find the token. Happppy Bunking!
Then after a while I went out while she washed her hands and face, but I had this feeling I should see her expressions from the little glass window on the door. She was talking to herself in front of the toilet mirror, giving herself a wink and the "Yo!" sign, and as far as I could read from her lips she said, "Yes you bunked today!! *Wink wink* ".
We then managed to reach home in a metro, where we sat on the floor and a fat kid girl kept pressing her buttocks on Maggie's head.
As soon as we reached, we crashed.
I call it a day indeed.
PS: I know this was to be a story about Maggie's school bunk, but I am self obsessed and to be true, it WAS all about me anyway. :p Woohooo! :D
*Maggie is my 17 year old younger sister who is in constant denial of being a "good girl". She wants to be more liek me, the "spoilt" one who fights her way out of everything and gets her work done by hook, only. Too much for myself, yes. My younger brother(Rishi) and sister(Maggie) look up to me. They're proud of me. "Why shouldn't we be?", Maggie says, "You're 20 and gifting mom her first diamond with your own money!" I AM awesome, you know. ;)
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