The simple, sadahran group. Not simpletons, mind you. Everyone's capable of being bitchy, that's only human, so we're not talking dudh ke dhule. Not airheads either. Not even simple when I speak of how they dress. They have their share of fashionistas walking in looking like Africa, Iceland and China on different days of the week. Something I find difficult to relate to, but okay.
The manifestation of the suburban's definition of "a typical bunch of townies". Which again makes things difficult for me to comprehend. They just happen to live elsewhere. Most of them don't even hail from "town"! Someone hoping to get rid of this discussion would probably say they belong to a different "culture". That must be it. I dunno.
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A class of 60. Rough segregation in the first 3 weeks. Come midterm, most can be found sticking to their "groups" like glue, tailing them to the canteen, the multiplex and the loo. More about the loo groups in another post :| New entrants trickle in, take the total to 65. The modus operandi remains the same, only smoother and quicker.
So what happens when you are, for all intents and purposes, through with the first sem? By which time every kid has handed in a multitude of projects, eaten in all the cafes and eateries around, collectively bitched about certain someones. Well, by then, everyone knows exactly who they're gonna sit with, eat with, work with, hang out with, and not to forget, bitch with. Fair enough, maybe, but it bothers me.
Now I'm not a proponent of the we-are-one-class-and-we-move-together philosophy. That's meant for loo groups. It's not even like I'm left without a bunch of people to be with and hence resent the grouping and fragmentation. But still...
When its chocolate day, some choose to hand out multiples within their groups, while others choose to include people they don't particularly like but because they've decided to be objective they dump packs of Munch on classmates they think are good looking.
When its a birthday being celebrated, one group goes all out as they party, head down the wine and fine dine route. They're "crazy". The other group chooses to keep it simple (there's that word again!) but manage to have just as much fun, if not more. They haunt Chowpatty and its chatais for a good few hours; go ga ga over the 'mini giant wheel' and Columbus' boat; gobble up cheesy pizzas and neon blue butterscotch golas; share bottles of soap bubbles with kids whose first reaction to new people is to beg.
I ain't out to judge or comment. Not my place to. Can hardly be when I'm not a part of either group with blinkers on tight, other possibilities be damned! I like people from both groups well enough. Guess I'll continue to watch, find it amusing and document. Suits me fine.
