Maliks & Millennials

Week 1 Saturday, 2.00 p.m.

Amaar was freaking out.

He checked himself for the millionth time to see if he had caught a cold. Or a contagious disease. Or a rare, contagious disease. Or worse, a rare, contagious, terminal disease. And what reason did he have to not panic?

For the first time in the 20 years of his life, Amaar Malik was quiet.

He just sat there, staring at the events unfolding in front of him. And it was killing him.

Am I losing my touch? He kept wondering.

In the other end of the room, Mesh was trying to make a point.

'Cups and glasses are a social construct - use of cutlery is a social construct,' Mesh insisted, although Ada was not buying it - not in the least bit.

'That's ridiculous and too creative for your likes, Mesh,' Ada deadpanned.

'All ye of little faith.'

'No seriously,' Ada began with more rigor, 'how the heck are cups and glasses social constructs? They're inventions with specific purposes - I repeat, they have purposes.'

'Racism has a purpose too; but not all purposes are for the betterment,' Mesh quipped.

Annie regretted asking for a drink of water. And it seems that a little context is due. See, a rather thirsty Annie had kindly requested one of the little kids to be a darling and get her a drink of water. The poor girl, however was unaware of the consequences that followed once the child - Amira was her name - served her water in a coffee mug.

What happened then, you ask?

Ada was horrified. You just don't serve water in coffee mugs, that's what glasses are for. The girls then found themselves in the current predicament.