The Nerdy Odia

You know you have a nerdy Odia on your friend list if he posts pictures from his visit to the Indian Science Congress in an album named 'Winter Vacation Fun'.
Frankly speaking, I've had real bad experiences with nerds. My first tryst with a nerd dates back to the fifth grade when by the slip of the tongue, I uttered a swear word in Odia and she, the class topper had to complain about it to the class teacher.
Ironically enough, I was made to write in my School diary a 100 times, "I will not say Gandu ever again". Not that I enjoyed writing it, but since then, I developed a soft hate for that girl.
Well, it is another story altogether that I ended up having a crazy crush on her when she hit puberty in the 8th grade.

Cut to Plus two, I almost got bashed by a group of IIT/AIEEE aspirants at college for poking fun at their teacher Mr. XYZ Pulley ( Pillai saar! We goodfornothings back benchers still love you.) from some CP (ChutiyaPa) Coaching. Try saying the F-word and Rajinikant in the same breath to an Auto Anna at Madras City Station. You'll know the heat I faced.
To me, CP came across as more of a brothel and less of a premier training institute for IIT-JEE/ AIEEE/ EAMCET/ NTSE/ OJEE/ BITSAT/ TITSAT that they claimed to be. The front benchers of CP were the ones who licked the teacher's ass with outrageous doubts class in, class out. We back-benchers were the ones who were pimped in and tricked in to attending CP for the next two years of our life right after our tenth boards ended. In our free time, either we used to try smoke a meghna beedi or we were aunty-watching at the opposite CCD. That too, from across the road given that our pockets weren't very deep back then. The ones with better money on them used to go to an internet parlour and check their crush-lists on Orkut. I had a friend who wasted two years of his plus two trying to teach a Brazilian girl Odia in the hope that he would one day bring her home to his mom and say, Bou lo, Ye toh Bohu. Two times straight, he flunked.
Computer and internet access being a strict no-no for the back-benchers, they would skim through pages of a borrowed/stolen Madhur Kathayen and be all ooh-and-aah over it in their allegedly free time. No wonder, where those pimples came from.

Now, when I heard about a college senior of mine being kicked out of his high flying job because of the marijuana addiction he had picked up during his IIT days, something reminds me of something that someone said~

 "Its better to be a good poet than a bad engineer."

*No offence intended to any Engineer, any coaching class or any of the aunties, btw.