Patrick and Terence received call letters in their respective mails. Monica had the backing of National Geographic magazine and also had superb recommendations. Vincent had applied for scholarship under the ST quota (ST- Shameful Talker) and he secured a 100% scholarship.
View from above(above does not mean heaven)
"Too much heaven" is a number from the Bee Gees. Anyway, let’s not divert. We made plans. We also planned to deal with racism. In other words, we would be the new whites and in some more other words, we would finally be beige.
Our statement of purpose in the application form was simple.
Patrick- Melons and ROYALTY.
Terence- Vertigo and ROYALTY.
Monica- Feminism and ROYALTY.
Vincent- Bazooka and ROYALTY.
Getchell Main LibraryThe picture above was supposed to the library that we'd never step into. By the way, in my three years at college, I never got a library card made except for the final year. I got it for the final year just because I wanted to know how it felt to have a library card (It felt the same as not having a damn library card).
Anyway, I then sold it off to Baharul who jumped at the thought as he could issue more books. I later realized that Salman Khan's auto-biography ("To Kill A Mocking Buck") was on the library stands.
Manzanita LakeUNR boasts of a lake with a fountain and that’s what attracted us initially. Vincent thought he could submerge his head under the fountain and truly experience some book he read (Fountainhead).
Patrick is like a mermaid and I'm a piscean so we had no problem with water or wader (in an accent).
The QuadThe Quad was supposed to be our new BBC. To quote Vincent, "We'll smoke up there and then the whites will know what the machine is all about". Sadly, we know about the machine's misfortune before the whites did. The machine has undergone depreciation.
Anyway, we were all set. All set to bake ourselves upon that glorious Orange County, all set to play poker at Vegas, all set to wear red shorts and run along some beach at LA in slow motion, all set to pretend that we were part of the NYPD, all set to sneak into Mexico for some good marijuana, all set to bite the big apple, all set to become the new statues of liberties, all set to use a washing machine in Washington DC, all set to get a Stanford sweatshirt, all set to jump on Oprah Winfrey's couch, all set to say 'howdy pardner' in Texas.
And like they say, "We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police"; Vincent was denied admission because the university refused to believe that he was the same guy (er.. his admission form had him revealing his long dandruff ridden hair) when they eventually saw him.
To quote one of the UNR office staff-
"The kid seemed like a chirpy 13 year old who looked million years away from puberty".
Then, we revolted. We believed "The Royalty" should be together. We stood shouting for hours, in rain and in storm, even lit candles at the entrance gate (hoo ha ha.. ). We waited for three months and surprisingly, in those 90 days, Vincent's hair did not grow an inch.
The answer is out 'now'- NOTHING expands for Vincent, its all gossip started and spread by Vincent himself.
Like Charlie Chaplin once said, "In the end, everything is a gag".
2 comments:
the best part is that anyone outside of the royalty can never figure out where the fiction sneaks into all the biographical details you mention here.
your writings are so much fun to read.... but im actually wonderin what kind of a reaction these would recieve from people who have no clue about who we are, what we're made of (other than the guy who bought this stuff)
thats a thought.
...and I'm thinking of posting-
"An Introduction To Royalty- Guide For Dummies".
Anyway, all the pictures of the UNR are real and authentic. Its our American Dream. True Dope.
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