Its my day

@ 8:30 , everything about my future result now depends on pallav and mukherjee .... everyone has his ears on the door listening for what happens on their roll calls..... and on every roll number of pirates.. their is huge applause by the geeks who have their asses in the class..

mukherjee is coming to my roll number......

my heart is beating at 180.......

my blood is on fire....

i m feeling much more adraline insine my gut......

my private part inside my pants is trembling.....

i was praying to god .... save me this tymmmmmm...

it is mukherjee who is goin to ruin my iit carrier by single mark of red ink.....

well again i msged pallv..... " bhai plz bacha le...... mera andar ana impossible hai....... tu bas proxy bol de baki main dekh lunga.....yar teri degree main treat pakki...."

its now roll number 583..... two roll number before me,....

my legs r trembling.....

i m feeling as jack sparrow who is goin for capitol punishment...

devi jones(mukherjee) is goin to decide my fate...

next call is 588...

next is me...

wat is goin to happen...

"619"

"admission number 619"

"present sir...." some one marks my proxy.....

i m on cloud number nine.....

again jack sparrow win over that fucking ass hole.....

mukherjee:- "who is satyarth singh parihar".........

my heart on fire now..........

Door of fate

@ 8:15,, me kd and sameer were resting their butt on the chairs of canteen... from where i m giving a look to those my branchies who were sitting in dat fucking lacture of mechanics...

As usual we had smething to chatter, mostly bout some famous personalites of our batch  ...

Suddenly mukherjee closes both the doors of class....probably he noticed the last benches dat have many bumps resting on them just 2 min. before, and now their r only 2 ar 3 sets of butts who r also ready to leave the class ....

That’s now normal practice for the students lyk us.... but dis is a special day when our destiny is goin to be decieded by roller pen of mukherjee...

While me,kd nd sameer r busy in some shit ....my cell phone buzzed... it was 8:20 and the attendance is over...

We thought that it was of someone special but its of pallav....

“ oh pallav .. defiantely he is goin to show his frustration as he is failed to escape from dat ass hole....” i asked to kd..... as doors were closed now... and startd to talk to pallav..

“ haan bol bhai”

“Abe teri mar gayi mukherjee is goin to take re-attendance”

Dis make me shrilled from top to bottom ...

Abe lag gayi suppli...

I just tried to assemble my lost humour and asked him to try to make my proxy.............

“bhai plz meri proxy maar de”

“sale nahi pad sakti vo sabko dekh kar le raha hai.....kaise bhi karke aa ja vapas class main ... nahi to gaya to ////////”

“Yar gate to locked hai kaise aao..., chal main try karta ho plz bhai main shayad hi aa pao tu meri proxy maar dena,...... plzzzzzzzzzzz.......... teri bilkul bhi nahi lunga abse bas aj bacha le...............bhai jo chahiye le lena ......bas bacha le”

“chal dekhta ho ,,try marta ho par mushkil hai/////”

Now ..the janta who was celebrating their escape earlier r now standing outside the closed door of that hell.....and everyone is tensed bout wat is goin to happen with their life.... sabko ander se cell phones k karan pata chal gaya tha k unki lag gayi hai ar re attendance ho rahi hai...dats the advantages of this mobile era nd of being in ISM as no one misses the chance to give shocks to their batchies....

Cell phones are buzzing continuously both inside and outside... everyone outside that door of fate is praying to their frnds to mark proxies of them and everyone inside is now celebrating their won over the pirates of class..........

I was their thinking bout wat r the effects of getting a suppli in mechanics.......

As their is no possibility to slid inside that shitty ass .... i left everything on pallav.....the only one pirate who failed to escape today............

my escape

@ 8:00 am, i found myself in mukherjee's class.... obviously 50 percent janta is absent and many of them r coming in a rush just for attendance (no one is listening wat bakar he is doin during his classes)... well i was on last bunch and 3 rows in front of me r just blank same as my mind....

hey dude concentrate on the roll calls....

bcoz if u miss your call den mukherjee is not goin to give u dat shit(attendance) ... just due to this gr8 students lyk us hav to wake up @ 7.45 only for dat fucking attendence.....

i was glaring out of the back door as sameer and kd ( both of another branch) were waiting for me...

"yar how should i escape from this unbearable hell" i was thinking about my way to go out......and here comes my call...

PRESENT SIR.... making my voice as confident as i m a regular geek in his class....

after giving me a devil look and noticing me ( as i was sitting alone in last bench).. due to my fucking brown hairs..... he continued to next roll number...

"definately he is thing bout his zero friction head top...... after givin a look to my uncombed hairs...... "

as he continues..me somehow make a passage to slid throw the door without making noise..

and again i have a victory over dat shitty lacture of fluid mechanics...

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