Aisha the Indian Girl

The weather was unusually cold for mid-autumn, The radiators in the lecture theatre constantly and sensationally malfunctional, consistent enough and on a par with my cerebral cortex misgivings, a normal manifestation at first lectures, my mind and spirit crying for an overhaul.

Anyway, It was the first class in General Relativity, and the slip for my reading list was lurking somewhere under my pile of books from the previous term. As you can imagine I wasn't exactly embracing the new term with open arms.

She sat next to me, Aisha, she chuckled. I am Stan, her eyes was unconventionally hazy for an indian girl, so do you have the prerequisite stan, she asked by sliding her bottom towards me on the wooden chair. Oh yeah, I took Special Relativity last term, right, so you can help me then? her eyes rolled. Boy my heart was fast pacing like I was on the track with Michael Johnson on the home run. Since it was only the two of us occupying the back row, I was particularly apprehensive.

The lecturer was Prof. Novak, a self-concious semi- retired egalitarian Romanian microcosm of the intellectual Oxford, so you could imagine how seduced he was by his scientific hypothesis to even bother to be the class watchtover.

I felt a cold hand touching my Zipper, hey chill ! I was about to yell, but then I thought may be she's from the gods "go with the flow" I pushed myself. I felt her hand digging deeper and deeper...at that time I was having double vision paying pseudo attention to professor Novak like Dante. What really was shocking was her unreluctance to stop even when the lecturer caught glimpses, she thrives living dangerously. she uttered to me someday after this session occured.

At the end of the lecture which I still to these days wonder what the content was, and maybe I wouldn't have sanked my grade if I'd paid attention. The 'session' carriied on to the dorms straight after unit AP223, but I think guys what will shock you to know is that Prof Novak was indeed Aisha's dad, and that summarily explained her gipsy looks and socially and politically tolerant views which later became very apparent to me.

She went on further to invite me to a family dinner, where she attempted to perform the same act on me...BUT, you know what they say in the akan proverb 'once bitten, forever....

The moral here is for all you still in academic enclaves to peel your eyes widly to envisage any eventualities in the lecture room, because guys you never know who you might open your 'anatomical doors' to. Take care guys...I'll be back soon with some more real stories.

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