Coloured Me Grey (Book Two)

Chapter 6

"You're here so early!"

"I know, Chacha Ji," it was at least two more hours till the classes would start. "I just wanted to look around my favourite thing in the world!" I chirped happily. It's been a long time that I've felt this happy. Happy enough to almost cry.

"Favourite already?" Chacha Ji laughed. "Wait till the semester exam come near," he quipped. "Go to the office. They'll let you know where your class is. Then go and take a look around. It's mostly studios and halls."

"That's why I'm going to love it!" I shoved my hand in my right pocket. "Here, have a toffee! See you later!"

He again laughed and called back after me, "Okay, beta."

I started skipping across the freshly mown lawn to where the college office was. Who cares if someone saw me and thought I was a mental case? This was going to be my home for the next three years, I'd better made myself at home from the first day itself.

There was a lady in sari (looked like those pretty air-hostesses of Air India) and I sang my name aloud before her.

"Sorry, what's your name again?" she gave me a weird look, as if silently asking me to say my name properly, minus the dancing and singing.

Okay, no need to be so uptight about it, lady.

"Riyaaz Gupta!"

"Here's your schedule. Your first class starts two hours later at Room 104, first room on your left at the end of the corridor."

"Thank you!" I almost wanted to hug and kiss her to death but refrained from doing so. I bounded down the corridor with my routine in hand. The door on the left bore the number 104. I flung the door open to reveal a perfectly empty classroom staring back at me. What's my first class again?

History of Art.

Yuck, boring class early in the morning. To save myself and the teacher from the agony of me falling asleep (no one but only Zara can wake me up when I'm fast asleep), I chose the seat right at the front corner beside the window. It might be a boring class , but I'd still have to pay attention to score good marks in the exams. Even if I wasn't feeling like listening to the lectures, I'd be forced to attend it since I'd be sitting right under the teacher's nose. And just imagine, if the teacher was Snape, I could use his nose as an umbrella! Yay! No,think hard and serious. And if that wasn't a counter attack against boredom, I could always stare right out of the window and think about an alien spaceship coming down on the lawn to rescue me.

Either way, I wasn't falling asleep, that's for sure.

I dropped my bag on the seat and looked at the teacher's side of the classroom. There was a desk and a chair on the slightly raised platform. The wall was covered with a big black board except for the small door that stuck out from the corner. A room within a room! Wow!

I turned the knob of the door but it was locked from the inside. Not a problem. maybe it's the teacher's personal office or something.

"THIS IS SO COOL!" I whisper-shouted in spite of nobody else being there.

Time to explore my own Disney castle. Where I am the Disney prince with no need for a Prince or Princess Charming. I'll be just happy enough to rule my kingdom from here for the next three years.

Disney's Hercules is a piece of junk. To be honest, Dreamwork's Jack Frost and Hiccup were sexier than that pumped up hunk. But Eugene (the crown-thief from Tangled, remember?) made up for it somewhat.

Eugene was Ishan's favourite. He loved Eugene's hair and beard and clumsiness and often compared me to him. When we were still friends. I used to joke how obsessed he was with a fictional character. Even now he made Eugene-puns with me. What was I to him? A thief.