Aah! First day of college! The excitement does result in a facebook update! With it comes an instant comment from maama or maasi saying "best of luck lawyer saab", immediately arousing a feeling of guilt as you know you haven't cracked the best and are in one of the mediocre law schools.

But a little optimism dawns and you decide not to think on these lines since it is your first day. Orientation takes place, your swayed by the size of the auditorium, see a couple of cute girls, get confused as to whether they're from your batch or are seniors and immediately start praying the former. Faculty and seniors give their speeches, clear your doubts, the works.

Now you're in THE classroom, you preferred the second bench (‘cause, hey, first one would show you're actually a nerd, but the second one would actually give the impression you're a bit of an extrovert as well) , eyes still pondering over that same girl you saw a while back, and then Godzilla comes and sits right next to you. For the next 5 seconds, your brain hears only these words, FML-FML-FML-FML.

But then the good angel sitting on your shoulder pokes away the devil sitting on the other and prompts you to talk (hell, you've only started making a prior arrangement for notes!), "Hi, What’s your name?"

And in the next couple of moments greeting are exchanged.

But there is only one thing crossing you mind and you know its hers too! You make the first move and ask it,

"So what was your CLAT rank?"