An Extremely Exaggerated Account Of My Pointless Life

1. How To Seek Attention Without Actually Wanting To Seek Attention

Hey you guyssss!

This is the sequel to my first story, The Perks Of Being An Indian Bride! Please do read that first to give you an idea of the setting of this story.

Chapter 1: How To Seek Attention Without Actually Wanting To Seek Attention

26th August 2016:

Amrita:

"Fight how much ever you want now, because you won't be able to fight with once I'm gone!" I shouted at Amay while he chased me around the living room.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you're leaving. I'll finally be at peace." He said trying to catch up with me.

"Oh please, who cried like a little bitch when I told them I was leaving?"

"I wasn't crying my eyes were sweating!" He shouted.

"Whatever you say tough guy," I laughed and ran faster away from my older brother.

Leaving home and my seven siblings was hard but leaving my brother Amay (much to my surprise) was the hardest thing I did. People knew how inseparable we were. They called us the 'Siamese Twins'. The longest we had been apart was around 1 week when he had gone off camping with his friends. But now it's one month.

Dad had just left the previous day, after helping me get settled in my apartment. When I decided that I would do my Masters in London, Dad was the most supportive of the whole family.

Ajji and Ma put up a whole show, where they went into mounvrat for a whole day. They didn't talk to me for two days and kept emphasizing on how beautiful India was and how I could do my masters right there instead of 6000 kilomteres away from them.

My older sisters were pretty neutral. They told me to follow my 'heart' (Whatever the hell that meant). Siddharth, Rutu and Naina tried convincing me for days about the horrors of London.

"Ammi, it's like one bathroom over there! It rains all the time and it'll be so cold! How can you handle it?" Rutu had whined.

"Wont you miss Bangalore? Look how nice it is." Naina had said.

Amay just kept quiet through it all. He knew it was what I wanted and that it would make me happy. He didn't talk to me or play video games with me for a few days, but that idiot couldn't resist getting his ass kicked.

You might all be thinking why I haven't mentioned Dev (asshole) yet. It is because whatever we had in those few months was apparently over, at least according to him. After Avni akka's wedding, he left immediately and kept in touch for a few weeks where we only made small talk. Every time I brought up the topic about 'us' he would excuse himself saying he was 'sleepy' or 'tired' or 'busy'. Whimp.

Well I'm over all that shit. I mean, BRITISH MEN. Amirite ladiez?

I spent the rest of the day going around campus, setting up my room and ahem- shamelessly ogling at British men. At one point I lost track of what a guy was telling me when I asked him for directions. (I had to make him repeat it thrice)

Note to Indian girls: Never ask a British man how many brothers he has and if they looked like him and never ever ask him to show you pictures of them (or send it to you).

The University had organised a buffet for all the first years so we could get to know each other. I got back to my room and stood in front of my wardrobe, thinking: What would the British wear for dinner?

I resorted to wearing my baggy Iron Maiden T-shirt (which, mind you, had a REALLY COOL skull that was half opened on the front), jeans shorts and flip flops to add that rustic touch.