ASP: Aman, Sankalp and Prithvi
Aman, Prithvi and I, being selected for the show in the Top 13, become best friends immediately. We do everything together. We study together. We play carrom and Ludo together. We have food together. We even take baths together.
Yeah, I know, the last one will make you all laugh, but trust me, I never had any strong bond like this. It makes me feel like I belong, instead of how I felt back in Jalandhar, where my friends saw me as an all-work-and-no-play fellow. Here, with Aman and Prithvi, I know that people work hard to keep their place in the show—and even strive for the trophy.
We have to also decide on a group name, as Aman puts it.
“Every awesome group has an awesome group name to go with it,” he says during dinner. We are serving ourselves food from the buffet line. I scoop some daal into a bowl, and pick two chapattis, all prepared by the hotel. The food makes me miss Mama’s food even more.
When we go to our table and sit down, Aman prompts, “So, what is our name? The Avengers?”
Quick fact about Aman: he is a total Avengers buff. He knows everything about everything about them, and sometimes he comes toting the facts to us. As far as I know, the Avengers are probably best friends who save the world. Maybe he was thinking that we were best friends who should have a cool name so that we save the world.
“We aren’t superheroes.” I voice my thoughts.
Aman is quiet, then pounces back. “But we’re famous! We’re on TV!”
“Hold on, I have a name,” says Prithvi.
We look at him.
“It’s formed by our initials: ASP.” He waves his hand across the air, as if picturing a big bright sign showing ASP on it.
“ASP,” I say, fitting the word on my tongue.
“ASP,” Aman follows.
Then, Prithvi jumps up from his seat and shouts, “ASP!” at the top of his lungs. Everyone looks at us incredulously, but then turns back to their food, except for the girls, especially the contemporary dancer from Jammu, and obvious leader of the girls, Arshika Sharma. She looks at us suspiciously, but then shrugs and also goes back to eating.
Well, this year is off to a good start.
Yeah, I know, the last one will make you all laugh, but trust me, I never had any strong bond like this. It makes me feel like I belong, instead of how I felt back in Jalandhar, where my friends saw me as an all-work-and-no-play fellow. Here, with Aman and Prithvi, I know that people work hard to keep their place in the show—and even strive for the trophy.
We have to also decide on a group name, as Aman puts it.
“Every awesome group has an awesome group name to go with it,” he says during dinner. We are serving ourselves food from the buffet line. I scoop some daal into a bowl, and pick two chapattis, all prepared by the hotel. The food makes me miss Mama’s food even more.
When we go to our table and sit down, Aman prompts, “So, what is our name? The Avengers?”
Quick fact about Aman: he is a total Avengers buff. He knows everything about everything about them, and sometimes he comes toting the facts to us. As far as I know, the Avengers are probably best friends who save the world. Maybe he was thinking that we were best friends who should have a cool name so that we save the world.
“We aren’t superheroes.” I voice my thoughts.
Aman is quiet, then pounces back. “But we’re famous! We’re on TV!”
“Hold on, I have a name,” says Prithvi.
We look at him.
“It’s formed by our initials: ASP.” He waves his hand across the air, as if picturing a big bright sign showing ASP on it.
“ASP,” I say, fitting the word on my tongue.
“ASP,” Aman follows.
Then, Prithvi jumps up from his seat and shouts, “ASP!” at the top of his lungs. Everyone looks at us incredulously, but then turns back to their food, except for the girls, especially the contemporary dancer from Jammu, and obvious leader of the girls, Arshika Sharma. She looks at us suspiciously, but then shrugs and also goes back to eating.
Well, this year is off to a good start.
Signed,
Melody Vega
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