In high school Indians were limited to a handful of extracurriculars. There was Mathletics, Quiz Bowl, Science Club, Tennis and for the serious kingdian of the crew JV Volleyball. But most Indians aren't taller than 5'10'' and the prospect of stuffing a spike at the net with your big Jat nose against Glendale South is as appealing as an all night Shivarathri at the Pewaukee Hindu Temple.
For those Indians who want more than a silver medal for proving the theorem of imaginary numbers (i) but less than strenuous, physical activity, there is the "sport" of annoyance and argumentation - debate. You knew the Indian kids in your high school that "played" debate because on the Friday before big Saturday meets they would walk through the halls with a portable filing case and a varsity jacket sporting the "letter" they earned for talking fast amongst the best of them.
You also probably knew them because they ate lunch in that little debate office fashioned out of a broom closet, and now they're the 3rd years at Columbia Law School you go to when you're having problems with your Greek landlord in your dilapidated tenement apartment.
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I once knew a master-debater who I chided mercilessly because he would want me to create flow charts when I was forced to hang out with him. I need him now. How do I win him back?
hook him up with a white girl. especially one that believes that universal truths such as human rights have no place in a post-modern geopolitical arena. master-debaters love that.
too late for that. he's been "engaged" for years.
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