Sayak’s Reviews > Five Point Someone: What Not to Do at IIT > Status Update

Just when I was beginning to feel a little better about the book. "That is the thing with girls. They are like half your size or something, but if they know you like them, they boss you around. Who the hell did she think she was?" "She placed her hand over my arm and (the?) self-respecting that I am, I melted faster than the ice-cream; like the bad mood bugs running through me suddenly got Baygon-sprayed."

LOL, shit got serious. " "Shut up you... you..." Alok said. "I want my mummeeeeee," Ryan said, imitating Alok's choked tones. "...shut up, you abandoned orphan!" "

"This heredity factor fascinated me; was there a how-to-cry gene? Or was this something he had picked up while growing up? Maybe Alok's family all cried together sometimes,; mother, sister and himself bawling away with his father, who could still produce tears from one eye." Okay, now I just absolutely hate the narrator. I thought he was stupid and annoying before, but I can't deal with this.

"I felt disgusted. Nobody in Kumaon talked to Venkat; given a choice he wouldn't talk to himself. He had a good GPA and everything, but he was hardly human. Venkat woke up at four in the morning to squeeze in four hours of mugging before classes. Every evening he spent three hours in the library before dinner. Then after dinner, he studied on his bed for another couple of hours until he went to sleep."

"Ryan stood up from his chair as well, I think it gives you an edge in the argument if you stand up, kind of more serious and purposeful."

"Get this. Today I got a GPA of 5.88. Damn it, a 5.88. Over 200 students have done better. Do you know in my twelve years in school I never even got a second rank." In most parts of the world, that would be a pretty loser statement to make. To announce that you were like this nerd in school is hardly something to be proud of. But that is Alok for you.

"I loved it when she touched me in any way, that's how deprived or depraved I was; I almost forgot her question in the aftermath of the tiny localized tremors exploding on my skin's surface." Art. So much art, it hurts. "I suddenly leaned forward, bringing my face close to hers. Catching her breath, stifling that laugh and pink tongue, she watched me wide-eyed." HOW DO YOU STIFLE A TONGUE?

"God, she is beautiful, I tell you." No. Please don't tell me. Please don't address me at all. I am extremely ashamed of reading you. Like what is this? "A pink tongue darting out to catch some melted cream from reaching the ground had disoriented me."

Wow, some of the metaphors, man. "Meanwhile, I met Neha again on a summery evening early into the second semester though she had short-circuited when I called her." Also, look at this shit. ""God, are you crazy or what, calling at home?" she greeted." She greeted? Sigh, why I am still reading this?

Okay, I laughed way too hard at this. "Calling an IIT-ian a commerce student was one of the worst insults the profs could accord to us, like a prostitute calling her client a eunuch."