KISHANCHAND SINGHANIA COLLEGE OF ARTS,SCIENCE, COMMERCE and TECHNOLOGY….
18 year old Kavin looks at the huge gates and the grand board above it with awe. He adjusts the tie of his uniform, straightens his sweater above his shirt and tugging his bag leaves a short burst of air.
Kavin (mind): kya main abhi bhi sapna dekh raha hoon..main sach me iss college me…he looks around..many young boys and girls walk in and out of the campus..
KS college is one of India's biggest colleges. There are two types of students who study here – Kids of rich and famous people or exceptionally brilliant kids with scholarships.
Kavin was neither- he wasn't rich and he was good in studies but not brilliant. His father had moved in to this city as the new warden of the KS college – Boys and Girls hostel. He could thus study in the same college. Kavin continued to walk in when he hears a distant voice calling his name.
Girl voice: Bhaiyyaa…bhaiiyaaaaaa…
He turns to see a girl just one and a half years younger than him, running with her pony wagging like a dog's tail.
Kavin (embarrassed): Ishitaa…kitni baar kaha hai…campus me bhaiyya bhaiyaa bolke mat bulaoo..main senior hoon tumhara…
Ishita (panting): aap apna lunch bhool gaye…Maa ne dene ke liye kaha..
Kavin (slapping his forehead): Maa bhi naa…ab main kya school ka bacha hoon..waapas lekar jaooo..main cafeteria me kuch khaa loonga
Ishita (angry): kya? Theekh hai….mujhe faltoo me itna daudaaya…Bye
She stuffs the box back in her bag and runs to find her class. Kavin sighs and continues to walk in the corridor looking at everything in amazement. He spots his classroom and enters. Most seats are taken and no one pays attention to the new comer. He looks around for someone to smile at him or acknowledge him.
He sees one bench where two people are seated and walks confidently with a big smile. He stands near the desk. No one looks up
Kavin: Hi…I am Kavin..Kavin Raina…may I take this seat?
A boy looks up from his phone and shows a disinterested face. Kavin takes that as a yes and prepares to sit, the guy pushes him on the floor.
Rude boy: Hey dude..stop being funny…yeh KS college hai…koi local train ya bus nahi..third seat pe baithne aa gaye..
Kavin (angry): Look…I asked you before I sat down…you don't have to be rude..
Rude boy: kaun hai be tu..jaanta hai kisse pange le raha hai..shakal se toh kisi driver ka beta lagta hai..bloody scholarship kid!
Voice: Scholarship kids ke wajah se hi aaj bhi KS college ko brainy college kaha jaata hai..warna agar sirf tum jaise ameer zaade iss college me ho…toh IQ level kam ho jaayega
Rude boy: ohhhhhhh..aa gaya..gareebo ka masihaa….Dushyant! stay away..and haan..iss cheapo ko bhi apne saath le jaa..
Dushyant is about to hit when the professor enters the class. He pulls Kavin to his seat and everyone gets up to greet the teacher.
The teacher starts taking attendance. Dushyant uses this break to talk to Kavin.
Dushyant: Hi…I am Dushyant..Dushyant Pratap…
Kavin (smiles, shakes hand): Kavin Raina…
Dushyant: new student?
Kavin (nods head): Yes..mere papa ka iss saal transfer hua hai…woh yahan ke hostel ke naye warden hai..
Dushyant: acha hai…kamse kam tum hostel ke chakkar se toh bach gaye…apne papa se kehke hamare khaane ka kuch kardo yaar…
Kavin (smiles): sure sure…aur tum?
Dushyant: main scholarship me padhaai kar raha hoon…meri family doosre shaher me rehti hai…yahan part time café me kaam kar leta hoon….apni pocket money you see..
Kavin: Nice…waise mere papa suggest kar rahe the..mujhe bhi apni pocket money khud hi kamaani hogi..
Professor: Ms P Singhania….P Singhania…..everyone looks around..no one answers….the professor gets up and walks to a seat.
Professor (angry): Just because yeh college tumhare Naanaji ka hai..it doesn't mean ki tum professors ki respect bhi naa karo…I called your name twice..why didn't you answer me…he yells!
Girl voice (getting up): aap mujhse baat kar rahe hai?
Professor (angry): PURVI SINGHANIA tumhara hi naam hai naa? Answer me..
Purvi (getting up): No sir…ek choti si correction hai..I am just Purvi!..no more Singhania…
Professor (sarcasm): Oh..yes..I forgot…tumhari Maa ne phir se shaadi kar li naa..so whats your new surname now?
The kids in her class titter and gossip. Purvi controls her anger and replies..
Purvi: aapko ya kisiko bhi mere naye surname se koi lena dena nahi hona chahiye…aapke liye inti information kaafi hai…I am not Purvi Singhania anymore..I am just Purvi.. I…she spells her name..
Kavin can see only a side profile of the girl. She looks sharp, confident.
Kavin (whisper): Yeh kaun hai?
Dushyant: Purvi Singhania…iski Maa mashhoor page 3 socialite Madhu Singhania hai..Kishanchand Singhania iss college ke founder iske nanaaji hai..
Kavin:Phir toh yeh bahut ameer hogi..
Dushyant: Haan..ameer bhi aur bigdi huyi bhi…sab kuch karti hai..party, fun, masti, drugs bhi..
Kavin (shock): drugs?
Dushyant : pichle saal hi rehab se lauti hai..
Kavin: yeh surname ka kya chakkar hai..
Dushyant: theekh se pata nahi hai….paper me padha tha..iski Maa ne teesri shaadi ki hai abhi 2 mahine pehle….kisi American se…..
Kavin: toh yeh apne Papa ke saath nahi rehti?
The bell rings before Dushyant can answer. Everyone gets up and moves to the next session – Gym! Dushyant and Kavin chat and move to the boys locker room to change in their PT clothes. They enter the gym and Kavin collides with someone.
Kavin (picking books, looking up): I am sorry..hey..tum..Purvi ho naa..Purvi Singhania..
Purvi (snatching books, angry): Nahi….main sirf Purvi hoon..Purviiiii..she yells and rushes out
Dushyant: akdu hai ek number ki…pata nahi kya samajhti hai apne aap ko…chal yaar chalte hai..
Purvi rushes to the bathroom and locks herself in a cubicle. She starts sobbing there…
Flashback
Madhu Singhania (yelling): Are you out of your mind?
Purvi: Kyun Mom…main kyun nahi aa sakti aapke saath..itne saal aap ne mujhe kabhi pyaar nahi diya..but I never complained..atleast..i could see you sometimes…ghar par yaa club me…but now…don't do this to me..
Madhu: Don't be crazy Purvi….Richard mujhse shaadi kar raha hai..he doesn't need my past…he doesn't need any baggages…
Purvi (tears, angry): Mom….yeh sirf Richard chahta hai..yaa aap bhi? Do you think I am just your past..main ek 'baggage' hoon aapke liye? Answer me Mom…
Madhu (closing her eyes): Purvi…main ek naya present aur future chahti hoon…mera haq hai mere khushiyon pe…and tumhe yahan kya kami hai…25 servants hai….10 gaadiyaan hai…tumhe nanaaji ke college me admission dilaa diya hai….you are PURVI SINGHANIA….yeh naam hi kaafi hai…
Purvi (yelling): NOOOOOOOOOOO…Nahi chahiye mujhe kuch bhi…yeh gaadiyaan, servants, yeh ghar…nahi chahiye mujhe yeh surname SINGHANIAAAAAAA….I am not a Singhaniaaaaa…I am not….she breaks down and sobs..
Purvi: mom….please…main bilkul akeli ho jaoongi….koi nahi hai mera yahan…please..take me with you..
Another image, court…
Officer: So Madam…aapki application manzoor kar di hai…aapne apna naya naam kya socha hai…
Purvi: Just drop the Singhania…I don't need anything else..
Officer: Okay ma'm….it will take some time…tab tak officially aap Purvi Singhania hi rahengi..on all records..
Flashback over
Purvi manages to wipe her tears and washes her face with cold water. She dries her face with a paper towel and her eyes fall on the mirror image of the I-card hung around her neck.
Purvi is walking on the campus grounds and while passing a dustbin, she chucks her I-card inside it. It misses and falls out…..
Kavin is walking from the opposite direction and he picks it up..
Kavin: helooo..excuse me..your I-card….she sits inside a car without paying any attention. Kavin watches as the car zooms off. He looks at the card again – Purvi Singhania!...
My new campus story on Kavin and Purvi..hope you guys enjoy...