2nd
year
‘Bittu bhaiyya’
shouted Sid gathering all his energy. ‘Abhi aarhu saab’ a voice came from
kitchen. We were in Dhaba near by our college.
Balu was on call.
‘Ok ok I will come
in the evening. Ok ok. Ok. Ok then bye’. I was sure the call was from his dad
coz he followed the same protocol of answering with minimum of 10 okies when
ever he gets a call from him.
We are seniors now. It took about 320 days to achieve this
title. Now, we officially have full
access in college. Our class got divided into groups now. But still we all
stand united.
‘3 backlogs,’ I said sipping mineral water from my glass. ‘
Mine two,’ said Balu in a teasing tone. Nikhil cleared all his subjects with
good percentage. And there was a tie in between me and Sid. But still he kept
quite.
‘yeh lo saab aapka
order. Methimalai Chicken, Butter
Chicken, Dal fry, Kaju paneer masala aur 8 roti,’ said bittu while serving the
food. Sid’s silence broken after he finished his roti. ‘ 3 subjects not bad, we
will clear them in coming supplementary exams,’ he said. “ No discussion about studies and marks while
eating,’ interrupted Balu. I was in a bad mood but still Chicken taste occupied
my brain than Backlogs.
‘ Get together in ADDA ( a pub ) not an bad idea,’ said I to
change the topic. And it worked. This time even gadget geek responded with a
nod. We were hosting an Gets party with our seniors unofficially. Our principal
gave a foot stomping no when we approached him for his permission. We know his
answer would be NO but we have to fulfill our Formality of asking him.
‘Am waiting for it,’ said Sid who was desperate to burn the
dance floor with his dance. ‘yeah, lets see’ was Nikhil’s answer and as usually
Balu was ready with his lame excuse to avoid the party.
The bill appeared,
we shared the amount and started towards home. And through out journey, our car
was filled with loud music and abnormal jokes. After 40 minutes of crazy drive,
we reached my home. I got down and bid a bye to all the three.
As I stepped into my
home, my mom came with a glass of juice
as if I just returned from hunger strike. Mom’s love.. I felt guilty. I don’t
know why. My younger brother engaged himself watching his favorite cartoon
channel. He was laughing as hard he can watching ‘Tom & Jerry show’. That
moment I realized that It’s a curse to grow up.
I couldn’t sleep
that night. A feeling of guilty was hovering around me. The reason was my
backlogs. It was my first time to fail. I was awake all the night.
The next day, we
came out of our Computer Lab with a hangover given by Fibonacci sequence
programs. We were about to leave. All of a sudden, I heard ‘ I love you’.
A girl was standing in front of Chetan. The
girl looked puzzled and shocked. Even we were in the same state. It took about
5 minutes to reconstruct the scene…
Our senior girl was passing through the corridor. Chetan
stopped her and said ‘ I love you’. The girl was surprised by his act. She gave
a dirty look and went away.
All of a sudden, this issue became talk of the town. An
another blunder from my Mechanical branch.
It was not Chetan’s fault. As some one said ‘love is in the
air’. We had plenty of trees in our campus and we had enough air. To my surprise, my class too had love pairs. And
as some one said , ‘love is blind’ is proved true.
Blunder number three. We bunked
the college and celebrated our gets inspite of being warned by principal.
‘Suspend all these idiots’, said our principal breathing
fire. ‘And I will make you pay a heavy
fine for this’ he added. Some people have a hobby of stamp collection and our
principal has a hobby of fines collection.
Our only hope was our H.O.D Mr. Ravinder. About Ravi sir, he
was a man stuffed with vast knowledge in every mechanical subject. And used to
support us in every minor issues and as
expected he came in our aid. He discussed the issue with our fine collector for
about 30 minutes. And the talks were a success between ruling party and
opposition party and we were left with no punishment. The lunch hour gave us a
break from this issue. We gathered at our Spot ( tree ) and We were on our job of passing comments, making
fun of girls passing our way. Every girl used to have a library book in her
hand. I always wonder what do this girls do with them. Coz half the girls who
carry library books used to fail in exams. Soon half the girls started using the other
way to walk. To be precise, our comments never hurt anyone. Everyone took it
jovially.
Our mid- exams have
approached to screw our happiness. And time subjects were to tough. To be
truthful, I never maintained notes. And my scores were 6,5,2,6,3,12 out of 20 in six subjects. And finally our
final exams approached. We were eagerly waiting for our spiritual book
“Spectrum all in one”. All in one is our Geetha, Quran & Bible for our
Engineering students. Its our savior next to god. The all in one size was equal
to telephone directory. We prepared.., actually we tried to prepare but it dint work.
And in addition to 2-1 sem exams, we had 1st year Supplementary
exams.
The first exam was
production technology. I have to score 34 marks to pass. The questions were on
casting, dies, welding etc., some how I wrote some meaning full answers and
shown them to Balu. He copied half and left the remaining half because of his
laziness. Sid was busy copying from a girl sitting in front of him. Nikhil was
busy drawing something. Naren was in deep sleep. Next exam was java, I wrote an
answer on networking and filled the other pages with 3 page programs. ( if you
dare to execute the same on computer, definitely the system would crash ). This
time Balu was busy writing his own programs. And the invigilator was asking me
to cover my answer sheet putting me into most embarrassed situation. And the next 4 exams were worst. I prayed
silently for the person who gonna correct my answer sheet so that he doesn’t
end him self in mental trauma. I treasured my all in one. I was sure I will
reappear in supplementary exams.
The results
were out and displayed on notice board. I failed in 3 subjects. My total dint
even crossed 200. I felt bad. But I left relaxed when Balu & Sid failed in
5 & 4 subjects respectively. Half the class got aggregate less than 50. I
still remember that day, HOD jeered on whole class. Coz we were ranked no.1 in
making mess and ranked last in terms of studies. And our class was shifted to
the class adjacent to HOD room. Checkmate.
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