See, when I was in my previous university things were a little like this:
Random Aunty
“Beta school kaunsa tha?”
“LGS”.
“HAYE MASHALLAH. O LAVAL?”
“Nahi aunty, matric kia hai”.
*opinion of me sinks a little*
Disappointed smile “Oh. Acha. Uss ke baad to A LAVAL kiya ho ga na?”
“Jee nai aunty, Inter kia tha”.
*opinion sinks even lower*
“Inter? Tch tch tch… KC se beta?”
Here we go. “LC se aunty”.
*jaw drops, eyes bulge, horrified stare ensues*
“Ab LUMS mein ho? LSE? KC? etc etc” hopeful smile
“NAHI AUNTY ABHI BHI LAHORE KAALIJ FAR VEEMIN UNIVERSITY MEIN HUN”.
She refuses to talk to me after that. Since I was now equal to the dirt beneath her feet. Mehehe.
On a more serious note, yeah we were sometimes embarrassed about where we came from because things actually were that bad there. I will never in my life say that the 6 years I spent in LC were good. There were good moments, yes but those were few and far between.
But the send off we got… I shall always remember this day. One of the best-est of best days. Isi khushi mein I shall upload a picture.
Please ignore that I look about 150 KG here. I swear I’m not actually that fat =P
Yay.
