Chapter 11 Control and Save !!!

Those were the days of the annual festivals of the colleges. Our college festival was treated as a best annual festival and always getting an appreciation for building new initiatives. It was the responsibility of our class that year to do something new and make the college name so high, as it would never have been in last years.

Those were really hectic days of their lives, they all had to work on their assignments as well as the development of the college event programs. There was no concession is submitting the assignments on scheduled times.

He entered in the lab along with nishant, there were other two girls working, one of them was anagha .. He logged in and checked a few mails.. started doing his assignment, he looked around… Anagha was so buried doing the financial analysis of the Technofarma ltd company. She was never bothered about the time was running… After sometime, he saw, nishant, tapped him from back and gave a signal that he is leaving… he said, ya, you go ahead, I have to complete something urgent, see ya at the station… Other girls assignment was over, she closed her pc and left silently…

“Oh!! No!! “there was a loud shout from the corner pc.

Amol looked up and found anagha in her usual head hidden by both hands pose…

He thought, something must have gone wrong which she will correct, as she has habbit of doing things and rectifying them by herself only… Her habbit of doing this was noticed by him in their first assignment only..

But this time she turned, looked around with a bigg helpless look…

As she saw amol, she felt it’s a bigg relief which she had found…

“Amooooolll”

He was never been called with such a voice which was having, “Apart from you no one can help me” mentioned in hidden fonts.

“Haa.. bolna Anagha”

“Amoooollll, please yaha aa yaar… What a non sence I am !! Shit what I have done yaar…. I am really not able to think anything!!!!” Anagha shouted.

By this time even amol had got curious about what must have happened?

He did a ctrl+s  and left his machine, went to anagha’s pc.. “kaay jhaley anagha?/ kuch bolegi to pata chalega na mujhe?”

“Amol, I was working on the assignment re.. I did almost every analysis, wrote all the comments on the excel sheet which I prepared, suddenly this pc got off…”

She started crying,,,,, “Mujhe nahi samajh raha hai kaise huva re…”

“I had worked since last three hours on this….”  Don’t have the patience to do it again….. Ab mujhe firse karna padega yaar….”

“Oh… so she had called me to say that she has to do it again or to show her tears?” he felt in his heart…  soon after gathering courage he said, “Wait, let me do something.

He bend down and started the pc again, soon he realised that her sandle had hit the restart button of the machine and made her cry.. 

Pc started, and he instantly opened, Excel, tried opening the excel file which she had named as “company analysis”

It gave a message as recover the last saved version, and he gave lotss of blessings to Microsoft for keeping the autorecover option..

She was constantly looking what he is doing and when she saw the file, she felt as if he would have been appeared as an angel to her… she was smiling with tears in her eyes…

“Amoooollll” that’s the only word she said and paused.

“Check the file, last few changes must have got deleted!” he said

“amol you are a saviour !!” She said.

“hmmmm… par dekh lena firse,,, shayad tumne pc ko pairse hit kar diya tha aur wo bhi restart button pe,,,” he said…

She looked down instantly… “Ohh yes!!”

“but amol big thanks to you re.. I really don’t understand anything in this computers, rather I am afraid of this machine” she said…

He thought “kaisi hai na ye, isse to sare books darte hai aur ye khud computer se dar gayi!!” smiled and returned to his desk.. started his work… sometime left and it was time to go.. after thinking for a minute, he called her name…

“hey ana, I mean anagha… how much time you will be spending more..”

 “15 mins more..”

“Please leave and complete the rest at your room na ?”

“Arre?? Ye kya??”

“I mean I have completed my work 15 mins back but I m waiting because of you!! Akele kaise rukegi??”

Anagha was  surprised!!

“Okeyyy ! packing now!” anagha said…

“hey you are going to station right, I will come with you.. pls wait..” anagha said…

“Okey!” Amol was getting late still he waited.

They left from there, while going  she said, “ how stupid I am, I got so afraid.. dar laga mujhe kahi sab gayab nah o gaya ho! Really thanks amol..”

“Its ok yaar.. hota hai.. people do big mistakes than this also… aagese ek funda yaad rakhna… Contorl S”

“aaree ye kya hai?? control S means?”

“It keeps saving the document… you will get it anyhow later…”

“Ohhh !! thanks !! wasn’t aware about this… really” anagha said..

“Mere control S se koi mujhe save kar dega!!” she laughed on her own joke…

“yess sure!! chal bbyee!! gn.. “ he said as station came.

She took the auto to her friends place where she had invite for dinner … she was smiling in the complete route thinking about her stupidity… she was feeling when she would go and tell this story to her friend…. “bhaiyyaa, yaha rok dena!! Kitna huva”

“15 madamji”  She felt its too much, but unlike other days, she gave him money, she was not in mood to fight as she was feeling saved in the day!!

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Chapter 10_"Papa, you will always be the hero!!"

It was the time after the last lecture on thursday, Anagha had left instantly down after the lecture… It was unusual as she never used to do, she always used to talk with a few friends for a while after the lectures, used to check mails and leave for her hostel room… While all students were leaving for home, Amol saw that Anagha was sitting out under the coconut tree, she was talking on phone and may be she had cried as her nose was looking red… Passing through he told nishant to go ahead, he will catch them at station..

“Anaghaaa!! Some problem??” Amol asked. He saw minal was not there with her..

“Papa is not well amol….” She started crying again…

“Heyy !! shant ho anagha! Kaay jhale” The mothertongue comes automatically, when u r worried/ tensed.

“His BP have increased.. mummycha call aala hota! He is suffering and see I am here cant even meet him” Anagha cried.

Amol tried changing the topic, she reacted to them, but her train came to the track of papa again…

“Papa have always the coolest temper.. He had never reacted instantly, may it be any situation.. I used to wonder, he never gets angry or he supresses his anger .. Later I realised, that’s his speciality, the love filled in his heart towards all individuals makes him like this..”

 “He loves me and mom a lot.. Arre theirs was arranged marriage but all used to feel that they had done love marriage,.. he loved mum a lot…. Anytime when I had thought of the image of my future hubby I had imagined him like my dad…”

“He is my idol since childhood… when I was young I used to feel proud that he is so handsome…. And all other girls were jealous of him as I was having dad like him..”

“Very knowledgeable, He is truly an engineer, He is the one who had started from scratch.. Now he has his own house, a stable family.. he had never got afraid to open even a single machine in my house.. and whichever machine he touched, never cribbed again…” J

“My papa is truly a dreamman for any lady.. he is gentle.. sweet and caring towards all ..A nice family man…”

“I had shouted on him so many times …but he never got irritated….”

“Interesting thing u know.. he is a superb cook also… he uses his engineering skills while he cooks… funny na,,, his signature dish, golden callys is so crispy I tell u… U will never forget it…”

“I remember I never used to eat vegetables in the routine form… but now I realise why dad learnt cooking… so that he makes diff forms of them so that I can eat… and I used to love them all… Sunehri bhindi, Karara karela, funky Shimla mirch.. They all were superb…” Smile came after a long time on her face, she was looking cute with tears in eyes and smile on face.

“I was a kid when he had gone out for his project and mummy says that I had taken up fever just because I did not saw him for a few days… he had came running back home.. wont remember much but I still remember what fun we had when mom had gone out somewhere…. Each day a zoo, museum, par, icecream, cakes… what not…..”

“Always he had identified my tears , my silence and everything … He was the one who told me to study and face the papers, for which I was afraid the most…”

“He is still like the Himalaya of my life… storm and steady… He had always treated me like a princess and had never let me work …”

“I prey each day to god for giving him healthy life and would someday make him proud of myself…”

“Papa… I really love you… hope u r listening me … “

Amol was calmly listening to her each word.. as if he had seen her dad in her each word.

“don’t worry anagha, uncle will be fit and fine soon” Amol’s words made her smile..

That day, He understood why “dad” is called as the first hero in each girls life…

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Chapter_9: Assignments Connect -(2)

Those days, were the fight season.. On a small issue, Amol and Anagha had a big fight with each other !! They were not talking to each other since two weeks.. Not even a simple "hello"..

“Yaar ye itne sare assignments hi humare progress ke raste ke hurdles hai..” Nishant mentioned. “Ye log kab samjhenge ki business karne ke liye ye maths ke assignments nahi practical experience lagega??” Nishant grumbled

“baki sab to ho jata hai re, par finance ka kuch nahi samajhta” Mandy commented

“Arre wo kehte hai na, paise ka natak kiye nahi jata” on this they laughed

 “Sahi kaha bete!! Ab yehi dekh kal ke assignments kaise kare… pata nahi…. "

“don’t worry yaar! Bhagvaan jab ek darwaja band kar deta hai, window open kar de deta hai!!” Amol came through the door..

“Amol baba ki jaii!!” mandy exclained..

“yaad kar us din tune hi bola tha, inke sath assignments karne mile to sare assignments me top karenge!” amol remarked.

“Heyyy !! tu soch kya raha hai amol?? ”

“don’t take tension mandy!! Aage dekh mein kya karta hoon”

Classes started, Lectures went ahead one after the other.. There was a compulsion to attend minimum lectures else, the gang of boys would have been sweating in the ground as usual. Noone knows why these guys are so crazy about the cricket game soo much..

During the big break before the last lecture, They were roaming around the corridor of the college, when he saw two faces who were busy in writing the assignments. He peeped into the study room and came near them..

“Minal, sorry disturbing you yaar, can u pls tell me when we have to submit the assignments?” Amol asked with a worried face !!

“Arre its on Wednesday, one more day is there !! Chill” minal smiled.

“Would you please show me yours, for the fifth question? just not getting the complex equation in that!!” Amol stated with an innocent face..

“Amol, take it completely as I am about to finish this!, and do let me also know if I have done something wrong in the rest questions!” Minal said with a cute smile..

“Thanks minal.. chal will take your leave!! Sorry to disturb” Amol went out from the door.

“Why did you do thattt??” Anagha said.. “you could have told him we are not done it yet..”

“Chill girl, he is intelligent.. he just asked the fifth question!!” Minal said with a questionmark face towards Anagha.

Lectures ended, and while going minal gave him the assignment !!

"The complex equaltion needs to be broken in parts and by taking a derivative we can solve the equation.. easily!!"

"Oh.. i forgot to take the derivative step!" Amol sighed looking at minal..

“Arre chala Amol late hotoy !! 9.35 chi fast local aahe..” Nishant shouted from the college gate.

“Minal, can I give it to you tomorrow??” Amol shouted while almost running behind him..

“Okeyy !! No probs!!” Minal said and waited along with anagha to talk for sometime..

Just outside the college gate there was a pan center, Nishant being the smoker of the club, used to always take one cigar while going back home. He waited along with them and suddenly they all rolled in laughter!! Shwoing the assignment with his one hand up, amol said “Kya bola tha maine, Ek darwaja band ho jaye to …..”

“Bhagwaan window khol deta hai” all continued his statement.. Laughter continued!

“Chal ab iska zerox maaro…. shanties ghar jaao….. aur kal shaan se class aaa jana!!” Amol continued while laughing..

Meanwhile, in college after most people left…

Minal was still explaining, “anagha yaar, you have really misconceptions about amol and his friends yaar.. They are not that type of boys! They have not taken my assignment for copying yaar!! Dekha nahi, they were getting late, isliyehe had to take it!! Aur ye Zerox wagera kya hai!! Wo log aisa nahi karnege!!”

Anagha smiled, while looking up at the stars and moon shining in the sky…

Minals phone started ringing .. and she started talking on the phone with her boyfriend!!

Anagha kept on looking at minals shadow, which was moving along with her … She was silently thinking how her friend was cheated by his innocent face.. Somehow she smiled at herself!!

“Have they done some crime? No.. surely not… copying something for just passing that subject was not a crime certainly… instead she was happy seeing his skills to manage to get the best written assignment of the whole class.. He is really actor!!”

“Hello papa… Na na… I had dinner… mumma kaisi hai.. Aaj pure dinbhar lectures the papa isliye time nahi mila call karne ke liye“ the day proceeded with her connection with her family…

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Chapter 8_ Daal Rice and Palak Sabji

It was a fresh Wednesday, MMS 1 was not having classes on that day still people had came to college to complete the assignments, Some were sitting in the corridor, some were in class, a few were completing the group assignements and a few were roaming and chatting…  After recovery, amol had joined the class, Anagha was knowing he is not well, but she was unaware about his accident. It was a coffee break time again..

“I really don’t understand how would these two got connected??” walking towards library anagha told amol, about a breaking news which had hit MMS 1, a day back.

“I know, are when I heard their news, I was shocked” Amol continued..

“Exacttlyyyy!! I was also shocked… I mean she is so nice and full of fun and look at your friend, looks as is if he carries the tension of the whole world” Anagha gave her analysis report.

“Hey don’t say that about my friend okey!! He is a sensible boy, unlike your crazy friend” amol took side of his friend

“Ab dekh, pyar kare koi aur and bhugat raha hai koi aur” Anagha said..

“I know… Arre inke sath group me kaam karna to ab humare liye saja ho gaya hai … sare assignments ab humehi complete karne padenge…” Amol grumbled

“I know,, par let it be yaar… inhe itna khush dekhke mujhe itna achchaa lag raha hai na.. they really look sweet together….”  Anagha said

“hmmmmm…” Amol was finding words to comment on that.

Anagha was almost running along with amol, towards the library.

Instantly, just when he realised, she is not able to match his speed, he immediately slowed down.

Anagha and amol, were together for the first time… till now they have got each others small introductions.. They did a few projects also along with other team members.. This time it was a group assignment and  these four  Minal along with anagha and Amol and Mandy had made group for doing group assignment.

“Arre, mujhe to tabse hint ho gaya tha jab se dono, chai peene jane lage the dono padhte padhte achanak.. and he used to fool me saying thoda ghumke aate hai anagha , tere liye kuch khana laau, bhook lagi hogi na tujhe?? and even these days minal also was being too much on the text messaging thing of her cellphone…” Anagha shared her insider news.

“hmmm.. pyar karne ke liye, hum dono ko kaam pe laga diya!!” Amol sighed!!

“Ekdumm correct kaha amol… par kaise na itni jaldi jaldi… I mean how they would have came to this conclusion that they will be the the final choice for each other????”

“Anagha !! is topic me mujhe kuch nahi sujhta yaar… I really felt guilty for those who go into this… because later there is only end…” He was somehow avoiding to talk on this topic…

In flashback!!!   The day when amol had seen Natasha and her husband, was the turning day of his life… He was not able to listen anything and do anything.. just was living mechanically… That day he had wrote his diary words were as  “……… and only I can say is Love is a silent killer, it kills you loosing your blood slowly and you wont even realise that the thing which is going out from your body is your sole.”

After coming to college, Mandy were realising that something is wrong with Amol, but he was so strong holding his emotions to himself that he never had dared to ask him anything… Mandy was waiting , someday amol himself will tell him about his problem.. Away from all these amol was keeping everthing in his heart, waiting for someone to slap him tightly and wake him up from this bad dream!! It was once again a catch 22 situation.

Anagha and Amol walked till the Zerox center, he instantly paid the money, She took the books and notes , paid him the money and started walking towards the college. Amol called her “Anaaa…” she was about to get hit by a bike !! He returned and gave 4-5 gaalies to the boy on the bike.. “R u okey?” he asked her! Unaware abt what happened, anagha took a min to recover and said , “yaa I am fine. Don worry!!” they were walking amol was silent and she was just accompanying him.. It was getting felt as if they are strangers walking near to each other…

Becoming very uncomfortable with this anagha finally broke the silence  “Amooolll, what’s happening to u ?? from morning, I am observing this…. R u really fine?? You r not behaving as you are!! Dont tell me about the thing, but at least tell someone whom u r comfortable with .. Tell mandyy, nishant… they r always there for u! but pls don’t be like this abnormal…”

Amol was woken up… just as if someone had thrown water on him, when he was in deep sleep… He was knowing what to do now, “Anagha , give me sometime yaar, I have a problem.. cant share it with u now,, but I wil be fine really..”

Ending the day, he went home with a woken up mind

and was completely aware that he was eating

"Daal, Rice and palak’s sabji.. !!"

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Chapter 7_Promise to Maa...

That day amol was coming home on his bike from college.. He was in thoughts of assignments and talking to nishant who was sitting behind him… As they reached Nishants house, He stopped the bike in front of the gate, said bye to nishant and turned to cross the road…

While walking on the way towards home, Nishant saw Natasha, amols Ex-girlfriend along with her husband on a bike… Ignoring them, he just walked a few steps, suddenly, there was a bigg loud noise of bang and a voice of some people… Nishant felt like some accident must have happened… With curiosity, when he went to the corner, his eyes turned white as he saw..... It was amol, he was injured and his bike was on crashed on a tree…. Nishan instantly came forward… picked up amol along with help of a few others.. He took amol to the nearest hospital and called his home… Luckily it was a small accident… Amol had got a hairline fracture in his right hand.. Amol was unconscious , when his mom reached.. Nishant was still sitting outside the ICU..

As Amols mom reached, Nishant told his mom about the accident… She was in tears, her neighbour who came along with her was consoling her…

In next five minutes, Doctor came out from the room and asked, “Who is Natasha?”

Nishant replied, “Doctor, can I come and see him? Natasha is not here right now”

Astonished Amols mom turned at nishant, She instantly preyed to god as she understood amol was out of the unconsciousness..

She also came forward, “Doctor, I am amols mother, can I see him?” Doctor said, “Oh yes madam, Please… He is fine now.. great that he got admitted instantly.. Well if you can call Natasha, it will be good for his health.. “ amols mom was happy and simultaneously worried with lots of questions…

After seeing amol, bandaged across the face, Amols mom could not stop her tears.. she came out with a stunned mind and called nishant “Beta, ye kiska naam le raha tha bittu..” nishant fumbled, “ Aunty nahi, wo aisehi kuch bol raha hoga”

“Dekh beta, mujhse kuch mat chupana please, mein teri maa jaisi hoon” amols mom said

On that one comment, nishant spoke about everything.. Natasha and amols story which amol had told him.. now that natasha was married and had been in Mumbai as her husbends transfer was happened. He also said just before the accident, he had seen both of them going towards the same road on which amol had gone a few minutes before…. Amols mom did not took lots of time to understand what must have happened, she was knowing every heartbeat of her son.

Few Days later,

"Bittu, meri kasam leke bol tu ab kabhi aisa kuch nahi karega jisse tujhe pareshani ho." amols mom told amol, that day he was completely fine, almost ready to go back to college..

“Kaay jhale aai?? Kaay kele mi?” Amol asked, looked instantly at nishant lying in hospital bed…

Nishant looked down, he could not face amol…

“Nishant mala sagle bolla aahe.. aani tu tyachyavar ragavnar nahi aahes, karan, tula kiti jeev laavto he mi pahile aahe.. tujha bhau asta tari itki madat tyane keli nasti, bala nako re karu ase, tula kahi jhale aste tar mi, kunakade pahun jagu re?" Mom said… (Meaning: Whom should i look upto and live, if u get hurt amol)

Amol’s eyes filled with tears… “Aai, mi ase kahi karnar nahi parat..” his voice was shivering.. “Mi natasha che naav parat ghenar nahi aani, dusrya kuthlyahi asha prakarat padnaar nahi, Tujhi shappath”

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We are from a generation which values each word of Mom and Dad.. We are from a generation who feels that our parents should at least ONCE say that “Beta u r the Best daughter/son in the whole world.. You have made me proud today !!”

Whatever way we live.. However we feel but even a slightest insult of our papa or mumma would make us fight even against the God!!!

We just need to be listened and like our old generation, always says, even we feel that we are ZIDDI... ZIDDI but for the right purpose..

We never take sides because religions or parental advice.. We just take sides of humanity and care..

If we can stand and give seat to an old lady, in spite of, we carrying a heavy laptop in our hands, how can we let a tear roll from our own mom’s eyes?

Amol had got into the same situation.. He had closed all doors of his heart, from that day, just for his mom’s happiness.. He had realised that he has to take care of himself just for his mom..

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Chapter 6_Assignments Connect!!

"But why ??? why each time, we should blame the politicians again and again?? I mean finally they are also humans right?" She was arguing to her full extent...

"We all know that we lack something but do we bother to go for vote?? Do we bother to give vote to the candidates who are well educated like us??" Anagha was on fire... contradicting all the points raised by the opposite group..

With her raising tone of voice amols mind got distracted.. two minutes back he was completely buried in his cellphone, playing cricket on nishants new game phone.. suddenly he paused the game and looked towards the dias... she was looking like a news reporter, with a pen in her hand pointing towards the opposite group and spects on her eyes.

"But what about those who are already doing corruption??" Opposite group member said.. anagha jumped into the arguments, "I totally agree to your point Mr.nayak, but still feel why don’t we see towards those who are already doing things for building our nation.. We do have a few well educated youth coming up in the assembly.. but the problem with youth is that they are just direction less.. Directions to fight against the present and go-ahead with the plans for the better future... this job can be done by the present knowledgeable people.. Good politicians.. Finally it will be helping their own nation their own family..." 

"Yaar ise to politics me hona chahiye tha .. or most probably kisi news channel me as a reporter.. yaha kya kar rahi hai ye" amol passed his comment to the neighbour and started slicing the fruits again...

The marks went to anagha group for best presenting the topic...

"Mandy.. apne kalke discussion ke liye isko hi bolte hai topic present karne ke liye" amol commented and mandy laughed..

"waise idea bura nahi hai.. tu poochega isse kaise present are" mandy answered..

"joke mat maar mandy.. mein aur iski help loon?? fail ho jau to bhi nahi" amol said.. adding further "tu try karke dekh le.. shayad kuch unique points bol de"

Mandy smiled.... "tu na, mujhe hi bakra bana"

After the lecture, mandy went to see anagha, "Hi anagha.. need ur help in something ..if u r free for sometime" She saw him through her glasses...

"haa...bolna mandy" she said..

"tere group ne to kamaal kar diya yaar... thoda hume bhi tips dede.. kal humara presentation hai..." she smiled, "bas bas… kaam kya hai bol mandy… bol, topic kya hai"

She quickly jotted down all points came in her mind and explained to mandy.. "dekh agar tu in points pe bolega to tujhe normal marks to mil jayenge.. butt…” She took a pause.

“If u negate these points at start itself and start in a totally opposite direction people will surely appreciate your ability to think from both sides..." She continued... "Dekh hum sab usi same “google links” se points nikal lete hai, but the only difference is who is adding what new into the content... " Mandy was mesmerised in her talk.. her sweet but still sharp voice was hitting his ears... "Thanks anagha" she smiled, Mandy came back to the desk with the paper...

"I wish iske sath mujhe mere saare aage ke projects mil jaye yaar... " mandy said.. amol pinched him and said "haa bhai ab to dost paraye lagenge.. new friends jo ban rahe hai..."mandy said.

"Amol dekh tu kuchbhi bol par she is really genius.."

Amol shouted in his ear.. " to jaa usike sath projects kar ke"

"gooo mann" mandy

“Ek baat bata, tu humesha use jealous kyon ho jata hai?? Bol bol… maamla kya hai amol??”  Mandy said.

“Jealous and me ???? Early morning bhi drinking start kar diya hai kyaaa???? !!” Amol winked.

“Chill amol.. I was just kidding yaar, Itna serious mat hona... " Mandy laughed.

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Chapter 5_The Cricket Match

MMS 1, the junior class, was totally fearless group of boys.. There were not only those who had been brought up with chai and Bollywood movies, till those few who had been brought up with daily dose of bornvita and hollywood movies.. Everyone was equally committed to only one thing, CRICKET!! As if winning, was their passion..  All sorts of bad words, ranging from the Galli local gaali till the high profile bad words all used to enrich the language of MMS 1…. The guys, used, totally thrashing out the other teams down and sure that they will get the intercollege trophy… Not only the senior team but the whole college, was fully relying on them because they knew that these boys will be surely getting the intercollegiate cricket trophy this year…

Practice sessions used to be conducted in the ground in front of the college and all the other stream girls used to look to the matches from the balcony.. Totally mad about amols batting girls were mad behind him.. But this boy always used to avoid them.. Just by keeping distance with every girl, he used to overlook every girl like that…

Her way towards the library was going from front gate of the ground.. Totally, unaware about the batting and his performance, she only used to pass from there.. Minal once said, “Yaar rukte hai na ek do min, dekhke jate hai… thodasa match… maine suna hai apna class best khelta hai”..  She just sighed at her and said, “Hmmm… Theek hai, kal dekhenge…cricket bores me a lot yaar.. I was a big cricket fan earlier but now its becoming so much that I have started a nausea related to it” “See, I’m feeling like vomiting!! Yak!!” “Nautanki hai anagha!!, chal library jate hai” minal said, walking towards the gate.

The next day was the semifinal.. there was a huge audience in the ground and thus other students were watching the match from college balcony. No one was able to study because of the loud cheers .. Thus closing the books, Minal and anagha joined the viewers from terrace… Instantly there was a run out from MMS 1 team… He walked in the ground with his as usual king size steps… Every one from the ground was cheering for him… Match was in its second inning.. 45 runs were needed from 20 balls.. Amol had to play the captains inning.. and .. on the very first ball he threw the ball in the sky,,

Every heartbeat stopped !! every eye was on that ball..

every single person from the ground was silent!!

There on the terrace, her fingers automatically held each other through the gaps and eyes got closed as if she was wishing something instantly!! Her face, with closed eyes, was looking more cute with the wrinkles on her forehead!

Suddenly, there was a bigg shout in the ground “jeetega bhai jeetega, MMS 1 hi jeetega!!” “Ek don teen char, Amol shettye cha jayjaykaar”

Minal’s screem entered in her ears and she opened her eyes.. He had got saved!! She instantly realised what must have happened and joined back cheering for the team…

Amol, after recovery, understood that he has to play safely and carefully and since then the ground was completely his property!! Their team won with a big bang!!

Everyone came down to say congrats to the team and wishing the best for the finals.. She also was one of them and she saw, his face shined bright with sweat, a beat stopped from her heart! She congratulated him and his friends. They were in full mood to celebrate!! Obviously it was a party time!! They had really played nicely…

She felt good and proud about the team and their class..

For the very First time in life she has felt proud about someone, apart from her own self…

She smiled on her way back in her own self..

“anaaaaghaaaa, jaldi chal finance class start ho gaya hoga..” minal was shouting at her, while they were returning to the class again..

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Chapter 4_The First Presentation

White shirt, black trousers, shining light grey colour tie and spectacles with golden frame… Amol was looking very mature on the day.. group 15’s presentations started,

“Knock.. knock,,, may I come in sir??”

“Yes Mrs. sharma!, aaj ye files complete karni hai pata hai na…march end tak head office ko report karna hai” Boss’s pitch was too louder..

“sir.. aaj mere gharpe guests aa rahe hai.. can i leave for the day?" Mrs. Sharma said..

“Do u understand what the word NO means??, aaj files complete karo aur jaao, waise , I m goin in the next building and closing a deal.. I will come back in sometimes”

“but sir” she was almost in tears…

The whole class clapped aloud!!                                                    

Play continued!! Boss’s phone started ringing… “yes beta, bolo” other side said, “papa, I am not feeling well” Boss(amol) said “beta wo cough syrup le lena, mein thoda late aaunga” “par papa I am really not able to get up from the bed, mummy bhi late aayegi aaj.. pleaseee papa”

“beta papa aate hai thodi der me, phone rakhlena”

"Papa loves you a lot beta!!!" Amol said with shivering voice.

His eyes were completely filled with tears!!

There was a stunned silence in the class, late sitting , was being done by the boss also inspite of the ill child and no one to take care of him…

The though hit the chords of the audience as well as Samantha mam.. further in their presentations amol and anagha justified, How, for sometimes it may happen that u have to sit late for work…. Thus, the answer was “it depends!!” amol and anagha explained their presentation in the besttt manner, taking section by section, alternatively, just as they had decided, Anagha was feeling nervous when she had started the presentaions as it was the first time, she was speaking in front so many people, but the fear soon vanished as she could explain each point of her part, at the end of the presentation she was very happy about her work, smile came automatically on her faceas they ended their ppt….

Result was clear, They got the maximum points… which were declared at end of all presentations.. Anagha looked at amol sitting near the wall on second last bench.. she had to almost turn 360 degrees as she was a front bench person.. He instantly, gave her a thumbs up, as if he was expecting her to look at him that time and then got busy with his friends again sharing some big laughter…

“sale, tu seriously, really roya tha kya drama karne ke time?? Lagta hai pura shaharukh khan humara tu??” mandy said…

“chup kar yaar,, mera guru to aamir hai, mein professional acting karta hoon… chal aaj movie dekhne jate hai.” Amol screamed

“abbe chod yaar, cricket match hai aaj seniors ke sath, shaharukh khan!! Chupchap chalna, Acting vaha pitch pe jake dikhani hai”

“Tujhe lagta hai agar hum khelne wale hai to seniors jeet payenge?” Amol gave a clap

“Prashnach Nahiiiiii !!! Pan pahile eke k vadapaav aani cutting houn jaaude, aaj ka treat amol ko maximum marks milne ki khushi me!! ” Nishant gave his expert openian.

Nishant continued in a witty way, “Yaar amole ek baat bata, kabhi pehle kisi janamme galtisebhi, kisi bhi activityme top kiya tha kya??....

They all shared a huge laughter, along with a huge rounds of claps on each other’s hand..

On her way back home, Anagha, again in her thoughts started thinking, “Is he really that complicated person, as i was feeling, or I am only is making his image so complicated?? So nicely, he had answered to the toughest question asked by one of the classmate, I was really not able to find any answer to that question, may be the way I would have answered would have not looked as descent as he answered, Good……. ” phone ring disturbed her,

“yes papa!! I am fine.. mumma had her dinner??” … “No papa….” “Teachers are fantastic…papa today was my first presentation, and it was sooo good na….. ……… . . . . . .” there was a joy of celebration in each of her word! The day moved ahead as she walked ahead on the road along with the stars… They all were shining with their own brightness and her face was getting the glow as she was walking in the moonlight!!

The day had ended with a finance lecture which amol and his friends bunked as usual…

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