17th June.

SVA Archives, KHC24793. Entry #1

June 16, 2010. The day when it all started. I was sent from San Francisco, USA to Ahmedabad, India. I felt really pathetic to be sent, but there was a little something that was cheering me up; the power of money. My parents had sent me on an exile of 7 academic years to a totally alien land, but they had arranged me a huge house along with a million dollars in my bank account. I knew, the moment I would land in the city, I would be one of the richest seventeen year old people, may be richer that anyone. I was wrong though.

This city was nothing like San Francisco or any other city of USA. Starting with the blood boiling weather, this place is hot as hell in summers. Even though it's is nothing compared to few other cities in India. Plus, this city wasn't a metro when I landed here. But, there were things that would blow your mind if you've always lived in a city. There aren't any building taller than Twenty floors. I was stunned when I looked up and saw nothing but the sky. For me, it was just a village. If I knew what was in store for me in near future, I wouldn't have thought that way.

My parent's private Jet landed on the air strip. Like story of every college student, your parents won't come to drop you, I suffered too. Just as my door was opened, I peeked out to see a vast piece of land, beyond the airport, there weren't any houses. For one moment, I thought I was high jacked and plane was landed in some dessert. Thanks to the chauffeur who drove my parents' Audi A5 near to my plane. "Master, Lennon." He waved. I didn't bothered to exchange a look, as I was busy searching flaws in the city. I was amazed to see that my chauffeur was an American bloke with a British accent.

He loaded my luggage in the car after opening the door for me and getting me seated. The steering wheel was on the right side, I had entered a new world and I had to be in it for seven years now. Chauffeur started the car and so did the pilot, he started the plane. Before my car had even exited the airport, Pilot had already turned the birdie around and took off the plane.

On my way to this new home, I was constantly searching for tall buildings and hot girls. My bad luck, I found neither. Girls were fine, but hardly one out of fifty was hot. It was a nightmare came true.

A journey of an hour from airport to my place, and we were here. My own house in an absolutely unknown country. A big house in suburbs somewhere, it included swimming pool, Jacuzzi, Tennis court and a lawn I can run on. Seemed like a party place but the question in my head was, "I wonder Indians even have a clue what partying is?" I was wrong again.

"Master Lennon?" The Chauffeur opened the door for me. I landed out and just as I did, My chauffeur removed his hat and helped me with the bags. "Master Lennon," for the third time, "Welcome to India." "Fuck my life." I swore under my breath. "Your Parents have informed me about everything and I'll help you through." I was utterly confused. "My name is Richard."

"Richard?"

"Richard Fleming," he replied, "But, you can call me Richard. I'll drive for you, guide you, assist you and also keep your account and make sure you don't get into trouble and also inform everything to you parents."

Honestly, I felt like Bruce Wayne. "So, when's the college starting?"

"Starting?" He looked amazed, "It already has started here."

"Crap."

"Don't use such words, it doesn't sound appropriate," he said in his gentle tone.

"I hope, at least I get to choose my subjects."

"That's not an option here." He replied, leaving me stunned. I found out, Indian students don't get to choose subjects individually. They were given a set of seven subjects of their fields, which were Science, Commerce and Arts. A rotten system.

June 17. Gujarat College, was the name of my new college. The campus was in middle of city, the college buildings were creepy. They were a hundred and fifty year old, built by the Britishers. I was in "Commerce" as they say here. Looking at the campus, it seemed that any moment a ghost will come out of a building or tree. Trust me, there were many trees in this one campus and the buildings were that old. When searched on google or bing maps, it looked like a jungle with 3 boobs and crazy shaped buildings.

Looking at the guy students, I felt the handsomest. Girls were pretty fine too. My grandmother was India. So, I wasn't completely foreigner looking to these people. My thoughts about the place changed, students were modern. Well, not all of them, but enough to whom I could be friends with. Liquor was ban in this state, so it was pretty much hard to get any girl drunk and then fuck her. But, I didn't drinking and smoking so this wasn't my problem anyway.

My class, a stupid room with old benches. One bench contained around almost 4 students. I started searching for a free spot to put my ass on and while searching, I saw this one girl, her eyes were brown and her hair was black. Here lips were hot red and her face looked like a twinkling star. For one second I forgot she was India, her skin was that pale. I kept looking at her and forgot that everyone was staring at me staring the girl. She was looking at me too. With a dead expression. The professor yelled at me in his Indian accent and made me sit with some random guy.