From Pink Line to Deutschland
From Pink Line to Deutschland It’s literally mad — like, I spend over two hours just to get to college. No joke. It’s metro , rickshaw, walking — rinse and repeat, day in and day out. And for what? To go to EVS. Yeah, EVS. The ultimate scam subject, where you sit and feign that you’re saving the world by learning how to sketch food chains. I took that class on some random Thursday — was already half-fainted, and I had just stuffed a banana into my mouth before leaving. I took the Pink Line and lo and behold, I randomly discovered that it’s the tallest elevated track in the entire Delhi Metro. No one asked, but I felt strangely proud to know that. Such as one day it’ll assist me in getting the top prize at a metro-themed pub quiz or something stupid like that. Anyway, I arrived at class — already sweating, already fed up — and sir begins ranting about milk and meat. Yeah, he went all-out about how you shouldn’t be eating them together because of atoms reacting in your stomach or so...