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professor … what about it?’
    ‘That old, skinny professor left the college and a younger one replaced him. He was a director at some management college before this, so he is extraordinarily strict. He divided us into groups and assigned us project work.’
    ‘So? I am in your group, right?’ I said.
    ‘Yes, you were, but not any more. Diya, the group leader, sent the list to sir without adding your name. We have the presentations today, and all the other groups are full.’
    ‘I don’t have a group?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘And how important is this presentation?’ I asked him, still not taking interest.
    ‘He said he would fail or pass students according to their performance in this presentation.’
    ‘Can he do that?’ I asked.
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Fuck,’ I said. ‘So can’t I just stand with your group and tell him there was a miscommunication. Anyway, one of the groups had to have one extra member, right?’
    ‘I talked to Diya and she refused. You know how she is,’ he said.
    ‘No! I do not know
how
she is,’ I said, frustrated. ‘I don’t even know
who
she is!’
    ‘Don’t worry, we will talk to her. If not, we will talk to sir.’
    Eshaan was back in his element. It was my problem and he was still using the word ‘
we
’ as if it was his problem as well. We reached college and headed directly for our class. It had been really long since I had last gone there.
    ‘Who is Diya?’ I asked Eshaan as I scanned all the faces.
    ‘There,’ he pointed to a girl who was excitedly explaining something to a group of students.
    I walked up to her, with Eshaan right by my side, and said, ‘Diya?’
    ‘Yes?’ she said. ‘You are?’
    Diya, as I later learned, had topped the class last year. However, she was not happy about it because she had not made it to the university toppers’ list. She was sixth on it. It was a terrible
tragedy
. Ever since she had joined college, she had had a one-point agenda. She had to get into the London School of Economics (LSE) with a full scholarship. She was the
geek
queen and she looked like it—dull clothes, big spectacles and her curly hair all over the place, the perfect picture of a full-scholarship student.
    ‘Hi! I am Benoy,’ I said. ‘I was supposed to be in your group.’
    All the students around her looked at me strangely.
Man!
These guys did not even know I was a part of their class. I could have asked Dad to get me through this class as well, but I wanted to avoid calling him again at any darned cost.
    ‘Your name was not on the list.
We
are already seven people,’ she said. People in her group nodded obediently.
    ‘But, Diya?’ Eshaan said.
    ‘Yes, Eshaan?’ Diya countered sternly.
    For the first time I saw Eshaan a little off his game. Usually, given Eshaan’s fair, cute, kid-like face, no one really argued with him but Diya did. Diya’s voice boomed at him and it was arrogant and confident, as if it came from amplifiers in her throat. She stared directly at the two of us, like a witch, and we were scared as shit. I have never felt at home with intelligent and confident women; they have never found me funny or smart. Why would
anyone
love them? They only make you feel stupid and inadequate all the time.
    ‘I had mailed his name to you and you said you would put his name in,’ he argued.
    ‘And I replied that I would look into it. I checked and we were seven students in the group already. I mailed the work division to all the members. You should have checked that then,’ she almost said it as if it was Eshaan’s fault.
    In the back of my mind, I was already feeling terrible because it seemed I would have to ask my dad to
buy
this professor too. I was proving to be a very expensive kid.
    ‘Okay, there seems to be some misunderstanding,’ I said. ‘I will just stand with the group when you give your presentation. We will tell him that we forgot to put my name in. What about that?’
    ‘What? Benoy, right?’ she said, clearly not looking pleased
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