When I first stepped foot in nixon court, I was welcomed heartily by my neighbor Doris, (Doris Lili Chen) studying economics, very tall and immensely thin (witness to her stint in modelling), she has frightening levels of energy. Soon I met others Mugdha, Pinar, Ehsan and Fauzia. I could tell you about the others but this story is dedicated to my most vivacious of friends. Well the three of us this side (Doris, Mugi n me) compensated for the loss of sound frm the opposite three. Well Mugi had a habit of putting songs on repeat, while Doris believed her voice was better than any inanimate recording device. And I received an interference of 2 sources mixed up in such indistinguishable form that my eardrums too were perplexed. To join in forces there was a guy on the floor above having such a fancy for Rock that he wished I too would hear, leading my room to vibrate.
I was saying about Doris' frightening levels of energy, apart from opera singing in her room she had a habit of taking bath at unearthly hours. But the real test was when she applied her vocal credentials to shrieking if ever interrupted in her nightly walks through the corridor. She was equally enthusiastic about her business ventures. Whoever said chinese are good salesmen must've met her. She had cartons of chinese goodies to traditional medicines, neatly stacked in her room. Well she packed all her stuff and designer labels (complete shopaholic)in cartons while her trip back. Her enthusiastic remark "No worries, ship to China" with a big smile on my utter amazement on her 2 human sized cartons accompanied by 8 other odd cartons. We seldom cooked together, there are a few reasons my erratic food timings, and food burning habits (as I have mentioned earlier) combined with her supersize knife, and hammering of honey ham (I pitied the soul of the poor pig) and also she had this unusual routine of fermenting her food a few days before consuming.
She was always quite enthusiastic but some events just aroused the drama queen in her. Especially when China hosted the 2008 Olympic games. She had brought a window size flag of China and was very perplexed where to put it up and used to narrate the medal tally everyday with tears of joy in her eyes. But now she's been "shipped to China" and no more opera renditions for me.
I was saying about Doris' frightening levels of energy, apart from opera singing in her room she had a habit of taking bath at unearthly hours. But the real test was when she applied her vocal credentials to shrieking if ever interrupted in her nightly walks through the corridor. She was equally enthusiastic about her business ventures. Whoever said chinese are good salesmen must've met her. She had cartons of chinese goodies to traditional medicines, neatly stacked in her room. Well she packed all her stuff and designer labels (complete shopaholic)in cartons while her trip back. Her enthusiastic remark "No worries, ship to China" with a big smile on my utter amazement on her 2 human sized cartons accompanied by 8 other odd cartons. We seldom cooked together, there are a few reasons my erratic food timings, and food burning habits (as I have mentioned earlier) combined with her supersize knife, and hammering of honey ham (I pitied the soul of the poor pig) and also she had this unusual routine of fermenting her food a few days before consuming.
She was always quite enthusiastic but some events just aroused the drama queen in her. Especially when China hosted the 2008 Olympic games. She had brought a window size flag of China and was very perplexed where to put it up and used to narrate the medal tally everyday with tears of joy in her eyes. But now she's been "shipped to China" and no more opera renditions for me.
