ZOYA ANWAR - POINT OF VIEW:
Every student of this class was coming one by one. Mujhe laga hi tha teachers hamesha late. Ek toh hamara din hi kharab shuru hua hai. "I think hame university ke baad clinic ja kar apna haath check kar wa lena chahiye, isse pehle ke infection ho gaye" I thought and didn't even realize that the teacher has entered.
"Good Morning class and if you don't know my name then it's Mr. Brandon" he spoke up and everyone replied with a "Morning" while I was the only one who said "Good Morning Sir". Wow university ke pehle hi din teacher ko dislikes... quite impressed I thought and a smile made it's way to my lips.
"So class as you people know we have to spend a long journey together, yeah I know two years is a short journey for me with you, but atleast you people might think that it's a too long journey, am I right?" he said while everyone began laughing. I just smiled as it wasn't that funny.
"The first step to start this journey is knowing each other, I want you people to introduce yourself" he said and began pointing students up for introduction.
After something which felt a whole lifetime he pointed at me. "Now you can carry on Miss" he spoke and halted not knowing my name and then I spoke to cover up the embarrassment of his not knowing the name of his student.
"My name is Zoya and I am eighteen years old, I live here in New York with my parents and " I spoke when he interrupted me "why have you chosen to start here?. I looked at him with a confused expression and then spoke up politely "I am sorry Sir, but I think people choose to start HERE for learning about business, and I am doing the same. Did you think that I came here to enjoy your lectures sir?" I asked and the class began laughing. "Mrs. Zoya I asked you to introduce yourself not to ask me questions" he stated.
Lagta hai inhe ko mentally problem hai understanding mein.
"Well Sir if you don't mind then I have a statement for you and it would be a honor for me to tell you" I said looking at him.
"Sir it was you who interrupted me while I was introducing myself, and that's what I just wanted to tell you sir" I stated and looked at the class who was laughing their hearts out. I went to my seat and he shouted at the class "shut up".
The introduction part carried on and when it was finished he went out of the class saying that he was coming back in a minute.
Everyone was waiting for him, and after whole 7 minutes and 36 seconds he entered. Yes I took on time, it's not my fault that he can't follow his statement.
He came in with a boy, wait ... wait .... wait isn't he that boy who bumped into me this morning. I was in my thought when Mr. Brandon spoke again.
"Class now I want to introduce Mr. Ahmed for you" he took a pause and began again "Mr. Zeeshan Ahmed is also a student in this class but he is a special one. His father is most rich and known business teakoon around the world. And the best thing is that his father is supporting this university" he said and then looked around to find a empty seat for him.
RIch and known business teakoon ki baad toh aise ker raha hai, jaise humare papa ko jante na ho. Mr. Zeeshan Ahmed tum rich hue toh kya hua insaaniyet toh honi chahiye insaan mein. Abhi baadade hain hum tumhe.
Before Mr. Brandon could give him the last empty seat beside me I spoke up "Mr. Brandon if you give me the permission then can I ask you something?".
Apne muh se khud nahi badaungi ke main kaun hoon, jab pata chal jana chahiye hoga pata chal jaega. He looked at me and then allowed me to ask "well Sir don't take me wrong but I don't believe that his father which means Mr. Mohammed Ahmed is the most rich and know businessman. I think he is ONE of the most rich and known NOT the one because I think there are other businessmen like, what was his name ... yeah Mr. Aryan Anwar I guess I have heard that he is also a big business teakoon ... and by the way RICH and KNOWN to" I said with emphasis on some words.
I looked at his side to see Zeeshan standing their in almost disbelief and Mr. Brandon too. Ab ayi na inki agal thikane. Inhe kya pata ke hamare papa bhi is school ko support karte hain.
"Well Mrs. Zoya, you are a really tough girl I must say well we have to continue this class so Zeeshan you can get the pleasure to sit beside Mrs. Zoya, here you go" he said and Zeeshan did as told.
Soon the class ended and everyone went out.
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