@ 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 ...
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..
“Abe teri mar gayi mukherjee is goin to take re-attendance”
Dis make me shrilled from top to bottom ...
I just tried to assemble my lost humour and asked him to try to make my proxy.............
“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/////”
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.......
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