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It's really nice to see everybody guessed perfect… means my readers are well aware of my limitations :P
But what's it! Most of you are weeping! Aare kuch toh rahem karo… mera is chota sa munna sa lappy me tsunami aa jaye toh! Itna rote nehi…. chalo chalo sab achhe bachhe bankar wipe out your wet faces :D Hmm… now better… ;)
Glad to know that, I can remind you all… your first board exam days…. All those scary and sweet memories….
Okezz… No more bakbak… :)
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…
2 YearS LateR…
Chacha ek do rupay wala nila rang ka refill dena… lamba wala… A tall fair lean boy requested the shop keeper… Chacha zaldi dena… exam hain.
Shop keeper brought out a plastic box and gave him a refill… dekh beta, isse kaam hoga?
The boy was looking at refill… nila rang hain toh chacha?
Shop keeper smiled…. Haan beta. Nila rang ka. De tera pen de mujhe, main lagwa deta hoon.
Boy gave his pen… an ordinary 5 or 10 rupees ballpoint pen it was.
Shop keeper changed the old empty refill. Pariksha ka subha tujhe yaad aaya, likhne ka kalam chahiye aur kalam me refill bhi chahiye? Kya tum aaj kal ka chore log! He jerked his head disappointedly.
Boy smiled and gave him a 10 rupee note.
Shop keeper: chutta nehi hain?
Boy nodded negative.
Shop keeper: main itna subha subha aat rupay kahan se tujhe chutta doon? Abhi toh dukan pe aaya kuch der pahele.
He searched in his cash box and took out some coins… dekh beta sirf saat rupay hain. Ek rupay kam padh raha.
Boy impatiently looked at the wall clock hanging inside the stationary shop… chacha saat rupay hi de do. Mera bus chut jayega. Center bahat dur hain. Yeh bus chute toh late ho jayega mera.
Shop keeper handed over him seven one rupee coins. Aaj se barwa kaksha ki final pariksha chalu ho raha. Tu board exam dene jaa raha hain?
Boy kept those coins securely in his pant pocket while nodding and turned to go.
Shop keeper stopped him…. aare beta, jaa kahan raha tu? Boy looked back. Ruk. Yeh le… ek rupay ka chocolate… khate hue jaa pariksha dene. Achha jayega paper. Aur tera aat rupay ka hisab bhi clear!
Looking at the coffee flavored candy the boy's face glowed up like anything.
Happily he accepted that and ran towards the nearby bus stop.
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Bus halted at required stop.
Boy descended and made his way towards the center of his class 12 board examination.
Suddenly a soft yet strong voice hit his ears coming from a cycle repairing shop… someone stood there with his back at road side wearing school dress…. bhaiya abhi mere pass waqt nehi. Aap mera cycle repair kar ke rakh dijiye. Pointing at front direction… woh Mohanpur High School me mera center aaya hain. Panch baje exam khatam hoga. Main lautte waqt le jaunga.
Boy jerked his head… pahela exam ka din hi kiska mushibat aa gaya! He moved to his destination.
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The fair tall Boy was standing beside a nearby shaded tree with his notebook in his hand revising some last moment question-answer of first paper of his first language… Hindi…. Listened the same voice earlier he heard in cycle repairing shop… shit yaar! Nake pe aa ke tire puncture ho gaya cycle ka mera. Aab lautte waqt lena hain shop se. Faltu kuch waqt barbad hoga… kal phir English hain!
Boy looked back to see the speaker but failed to identify in crowd.
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It was the tiffin time after finishing first paper of first language. Most of the class twelve candidates were outside from their examination hall…. Near their guardians or parents or well-wishers…. Having their launch or peacefully revising their second paper.
Boy was busy with grammar section of second paper standing at corridor infront of his required class-room…. Felt an urge of hunger suddenly.
He seek at random in his pocket and two glittering coins came out… carefully he looked. He had only two rupees for his lunch… as he went out from his place in the morning for his exam center with only 10 rupees… he purchased a refill for 2 rupees and gave fare in bus with 5 rupees… shop keeper gave him a one rupee candy due to unavailability of sufficient small coins.
He thought for a moment and slowly went to staircase keeping back his notebook in his bag.
Reaching outside of school premises he searched for a moment and point out a road side tea stall.
Bhaiya, ek biscuit dena… he softly ordered.
Kaun sa? Tea-seller asked him professionally while pouring out a cup of tea.
Boy observed a minute. Wo gol wala.. chini dala hain upar, wo dena ek…. He pointed out the specific glass jar which in elegant language generally named as cookies.
After finishing the sugar coated bakery biscuit… he filled his rest empty tummy with water and went back.
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It was the second day of twelfth class board exam.
Boy was going outside of class room to keep his bag there as the invigilator had arrived and it was some 10/15 minutes only left to start the exam…. Someone dashed hard with him and passed hurriedly uttering a casual sorry.
Though boy didn't see other one's face but the voice reminded him something. Jerking his head… he tried to concentrate in his own.
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Boy fall on his bed exhaustedly or might be completely drained out. Aisa roj roj kayse chalega? Subha bas chai aur ek biscuit phir se dopahar me ek biscuit aur chai… aab raat ko hi khana milega. Aise pura din bhukha rehke… kaisi jagah pe center aaya, ek cake-biscuit ka dukan bhi nehi aas-pass…. jerking his head… aisa bhala exam diya ja sakta kya? Bhukh ke mare dimag second paper ke waqt bilkul khali padh gaya. Yeh dono subjects me koi takleef nehi tha mera. Lekin aane wala science subjects me…
He got up. Nehi… kuch toh karna hoga. Aate aate kitna chakkar aa raha tha… itna dur ka rashta… He sighed.
Haan ek kaam karta hoon. His face lit up… parson next exam se pahele kal raat ek roti bachake rakhunga. Parson subha wohi kha ke jaunga chai ke sath aur subha ka biscuit sath me rakh lunga… dopahar me do do biscuit mil jayega…. sayad itna bhukh nehi lagega aur.
His trail of thoughts interrupted by a kiddish cute voice coming from door step. Daya bhaiyaaaa…. Aap itna udas kiun ho? A six/seven year's chubby kid entered inside carefully… ekjaam achha nehi gaya Daya bhaiya?
That tall fair lean boy named Daya bent to the level of that kid. Nehi Chotu.. Exam achha gaya re. Aaj linguistic tha. Tension toh baki ka subjects me hain mera.
Kid got confused. Lingui…sss…ti… he slapped Daya's leg… kya bole aap bhaiya? Kuch samajh nehi aaya.
Daya smiled and sat near him. Aaj English exam tha. He tried to make understand the kid… tu padhta hain nah… A B C D…. wohi angregi.
Chotu gestured as if he understood very well. Phir aap itna udas kiun? He placed his hands on his hip.
Daya felt a low growling sound inside his tummy due to excessive hunger. He inhaled deep. Kuch nehi Chotu. Bas thak gaya hoon. Pura chay ghatne ka exam tha. He patted lovingly kid's cheek. Tu jaa… padhai kar. Main thori der soo leta hoon. Thik ho jayega.
Chotu hopped outside.
Panch rupay bus fare dene se roj kayse chalega mera? Baki ka panch rupay se ek plate puri-sabzi bhi nehi aati. Subha itna zaldi nikalna padhta, idhar bhi koi dukan nehi milta… roj roj chai-biscuit se kayse de paunga main itni der ka exam? Phir paydal lautke next day ka preparation… kayse ho payega itna kam time me? Aate aate hi toh ek ghante se jada lag jayega. Daya felt really helpless.
Tied on a towel wrapping his belly inside his shirt Daya drank one or two glass full of water as it was his own innovation to suppress hunger and sat down for next paper's preparation.
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A tanned slim boy stood before a photo frame hanging from wall. He was staring at the garland over the frame… felt someone's presence in the room.
Maa, sayad aaj main phir se use dekha… he told slowly.
His mother looked up…. Kise beta?
Yaad hain Maa apko, class 10 ka exam ka pahela din ek lamba gora sa ladhka aa ke humse pani manga tha.
His mother confused: haan. Toh?
Iss saal bhi humare school ke sath Maharaja Shivaji Uchhya Vidyalaya ka seat aaya hain same center me. Tab woh bhi aaya hoga exam dene. Usi school se toh tha. He sat beside his mother and took some carrot pieces and seeds of pea-pods which his mother was arranging for dinner…. Aaj exam start hone se pahele main kisi se takraya. Ek pal me mujhe laga sayad yeh wohi ladhka hain.
His mother stopped her work. Lamba gora ladhka aur bhi koi ho sakta hain beta. Phir tumhe wohi kiun laga? Aur woh ladhka sayad aab usi school me na bhi ho sakta hain. Kisi dusre jagah admission liya toh?
Aap ko pata hain Maa, woh 10th ka last exam ke din kaha mere doston se milega. Lekin pata nehi achanak use kya ho gaya… ek dam se harbari me nikal gaya. Uska naam tak puchne ka waqt nehi mila mujhe. Slim boy ignored his mother's logics.
His mother ruffled his soft silky hairs…. Mera serious bachha kab se ek anjaan ke liye itna udas hone laga!
Slim boy embarrassed… kya Maa, kuch bhi bolte ho! Pahele mila tha ek baar. Main toh bas isi liye bola. Phir se mile agar woh… baat ek bar karna chahiye, hain ki nehi? Ek baar hi-hello toh banta hain.
His mother smiled only.
Boy finished his handful seeds of pea-pods and got up. Maa main thori der me aata hoon, Arun ke ghar ho kar. Math's ki book chahiye mujhe.
Kiun beta, parson tumhara Physics ki pariksha hain. Aaj Math ki kitab le ke kya karoge? His mother enquired.
Kal ka din toh hain Maa. Ek pura din Physics ke pahele mujhe mil raha hain kal. Lekin Math se pahele chutti kahan? Aaj raat kuch extra problem solve kar leta hoon. He picked up his bicycle key from key stand… cycle bhi ek baar sahi se check kara loon Guddu ke dukan se. Kayse repair kiya kal… awaz aa raha hain break lagane se… faltu ka paysa waste… And left.
His mother looked at the garland decorated photo frame on her opposite wall and sighed heavily…. Kash aap rehte aaj humare sath. Humara beta kayse bada ho gaya itna kam waqt me…
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It was the day of Chemistry exam.
First paper of Chemistry had just finished.
Daya took a deep breath after submitting the answer sheet. Kayse bhi kar ke bach gaya first paper me. 90% answer kar paya main. God! Aab pata nehi second paper ka question kaysa ayega. Please Bhagwan ji, joh joh chapter main prepare kar ke aaya, usi me se major question dena… please please….
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After some time Daya was searching his bag eagerly for something but failed. Shit! Main toh text book lana hi bhul gaya. A strange fear covered his mind… my God! Aab main kahan se organic ka bonding last time ek baar phir se revision karunga? Class 10 se yeh chemical bonding mera picha nehi chor raha. Ek wohi toh chapter hain thora easy, sahi se kar pata toh pura number aata. Lekin aab! He was in a verge of cry mentally.
Suddenly a serious faced tanned slim boy in the middle row of almost empty class room sat with book and launch box caught his attention. He carefully tried to see the cover of the book and got relaxed finding it was the same writer's text book which was his urgent requirement.
Without thinking further…. He made his way towards the boy with slow steps.
Main ise pahele dekha toh tha kahin. Kahan dekha… kahan dekha? Munsi Premchand High School se kisi ko main janta toh nehi. Phir yeh ladhka itna jana-pehchana kayse lag raha mujhse? A sudden thought came in Daya's mind.
Whatever, mujhe yeh book thora waqt ke liye chahiye. Request kar ke dekhta hoon. Agar mil jaye ek baar, baat ban jayega. Jaan-pehchan baad me yaad kiya jayega. Siding all his thoughts, Daya initiated in a humble voice: excuse me!
Serious faced slim boy looked up… yes?
Covering up all his uneasiness Daya sat down beside him… wo… mujhe thora waqt ke liye tumhara book mil sakta hain?
Slim boy knitted his eyebrow.
Daya felt little nervous…. Nehi, matlab wo… main…. Jaldi jaldi me apna text book lana bhul gaya. Bas ek chapter dekhna hain mujhe, please milega… panch minute ke liye? There was something in Daya's tone, slim boy's facial expression softened to some extent and he forwarded his book to Daya.
With a bright smile Daya took it and left to his bench uttering a small thank you.
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Maine sayad tumhe dekha pahele… the earlier slim serious faced boy who spared the text book to Daya, asked him after finishing their exam.
Daya was walking through the corridor when the statement hit his ears. He just stopped and looked back.
Slim boy smiled… pahechana mujhe?
Daya looked at his face with a confused expression… suddenly something clicked in his mind…. tum… tum… wohi ho nah, class 10 exam….
Slim boy completed…. Haan, 10th ka Final exam… Gandhinagar High School me… Maa se mile the tum….
In reply Daya gave him a warm smile.
Uss din tumhara naam bhi puchne ka mauka nehi diye the tum. Achha hua iss baar phir se hum mile…. Kehte hain nah… duniya gol hain…. kab kisse kidhar wapas mulakat ho jata hain, pata nehi chalta. By the way, I am Abhijeet….. He forwarded his hand for a friendly handshake.
Daya accepted…. Aur main Daya.
Both shared a friendly smile with each other.
Someone called Abhijeet from gathering of students.
Abhijeet noticed the time in his wrist-watch. Daya… hum phir kal milte hain… aab toh hum ek hi class room me exam denge. Pata nehi char exam kayse bit gaya. Maine tumhe dekha hi nehi!
Daya: sau student's ka itna bada hall se kayse dekhna mumkin har ek ko? Main bhi tumhe pahele dekha nehi.
Abhijeet moved forward… haan, yeh bhi baat hain. Achha hua aaj tum mujhse book manga. Tab se main yaad kar raha hoon, kahin toh dekha tumhe pahele. Ok bye. See you tomorrow.
Daya gave him a soft nod and he vanished from there.
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Yeh toh wohi… wohi ladhka… iski Maa mujhe pani diye the pine ke liye…. yeh bhi mujhse bahat baar mila exam ke dauran. Iska papa army me hain… haan, aisa hi toh kuch kaha tha lag raha hain… lekin yeh ladhka mujhe aaj tak yaad rakha hain! Main itna bhi kya important hoon! Koi mujhe yaad rakh sakta hain! A silent cyclone was blowing inside Daya's heart.
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Daya tum apna launce box le ke aa jao mere bench pe. Sath sath baythe khana khate hue revision kar lete hain last minute… Abhijeet offered his new companion in the recess period of next day biology exam.
Daya felt highly embarrassed… na… nehi, tum khana khao. Main aata hoon thori der me.
Abhijeet: tum launch karne bahar jaa rahe ho? Time waste hoga toh phir. He paused. Oh achha achha, tumhare ghar se launch le ke aaye hain? Thik hain, khana kha ke aa jao… he smiled.
Daya freeze for a moment. Ghar? Mere liye launch? A memory of a near past came in his mind….
Kaka, please… kuch bhi bana do. Main kuch bhi kha ke chala jaunga.
Kaka: bola nah ek baar, nehi milega. Matlab nehi milega. Sunai nehi deta tere ko?
Kaka, pure chay ghante ka exam hain mera. 10 baje ka exam ke liye main har roj aat baje nikal jata hoon. Sir ne mujhe roj bees rupay dene ko kaha. Lekin master jee wo bhi nehi dete hain. Itna dur ka rashta… main bus se nehi jaunga toh waqt pe pahauchunga kayse? Kaka…. In requesting tone…. panch rupay se ek plate pao bhaji bhi nehi milta udhar, chat tak nehi. Main kya khaunga dopahar ko? Subha chai pi ke jata hoon. Dopahar me bhi chai. Pura din ka khana toh mera bach jata kaka. Phir bhi aap nehi dete ho kuch sham ko. Kaka bahat bhukh lagta hain. Please kuch bhi bana do, thorasa hi kuch… please.
The man who was addressed as Kaka now looked at the speaker with red eyes… kya bey, tab se chapar chapar kar raha hain. Kaun hain kaun tu? Bade gharon ka ladhka hain? Kisi Mantri ka aulad hain? Sukar mana, din me ek baar tujhe pura khana milta hain. Jitna milta hain, usi se khush reh… samjha.
The speaker came into anger… yeh galat hain Kaka. Aap aur master jee mere hisse ka dus rupay roj harap rahe ho, upar se mujhe kuch banake de bhi nehi rahe ho ke main kuch kha ke exam dene jaun. Main sir ko bata dunga iske bare me… sir ko wapas aane do.
Kaka swung a utensil dangerously in air… tu shikayat lagayega Raghubendra sir se? Shikayat lagayega mera? Tange tod ke rakh dunga bey. Bacha hua joh teen-char exam hain nah… wo bhi nehi de payega. Sir ko tujhe le kar bahat fakar hain nah… tu unka naam roshan karega… police wala banega…. Saale… pura din kaam karte karte thak jata hoon main itna. Sab ka school me chutti chal raha. Ek tere liye main itni subha subha nasta banaun, maharaj pariksha dene jayenge!
Junior speaker gave him a deadly glair. Kaka's anger bar raised more.
Dekh bey Daya, ankhen mat dikha mujhe. Saale anath hain, anath ke tarha reh. Sukar mana, Raghubendra sir ne tujhe sadak se uthake laye the barsho pahele. Yeh jitna bhi badi badi baaten tera muh se aaj nikal raha hain, wo na hote toh ho jata tera sab bolti bandh! Na jane kaunsa paap ka natiza hain tu… kis kalank se bachne ke liye sadak pe chor ke teri amma bhag gayi…. ek anath ladhka… rehne ka ghar mila… ischool me padhne ko mila…. Sahab ko dekho, hum hain unke naukar…. Daya babu barwah kaksha ki pariksha dene jayenge, hum unke aage piche khana le kar bhagenge!
Daya tried for the last time ignoring all those hurting words as he was well adjusted with these…. kaka, thora sa nasta, kuch bhi…
Kaka pushed him hard from the room… ja bhag. Kuch nehi milega. Agar nasta karna hain, subha nau baje aa jana. Uske pahele ek dana bhi nehi milega tujhe chai ke alawa.
Daya in angry rush tone: lautne do sir ko. Main sab bata dunga unhe.
Kaka got hyper… dhamki? Dhamki deta hain mujhe tu bey! Ruk, abhi tujhe dekhta hoon. He called some other work men from window. Ruk aane de sabko. Tera haddi-pasli aaj ek karke rakh dunga. Tera ek saal toh barbad ho jayega. Phir tu sikayat lagana Raghubendra sir se.
His harsh violent gesture alarmed Daya's mind… as he well knew the aggressive tough behavior of these supporting hands of their orphanage home in absence of their head…. Raghubendra sir.
With slow fearful steps he retreated back from their kitchen section.
Nehi diya kuch khane ko uss rakshas ne? Someone asked him.
Daya sighed: nehi.
Other one: toh aab? Kya khayega tu Daya?
Daya climed on railing of balcony…. Kaka ne bola, sab ka chutti hain. Is liye nau baje se pahele wo nasta nehi banayega. Lekin main aat baje idhar se na nikal jaunga toh mujhe late ho jayega. He stopped for a moment. Kya khaunga phir? Wohi joh roj khata hoon. Chai aur ek biscuit.
Other one: pura din chai-biscuit se kayse chalega tera? Kal raat bhukh se tere pet dard kar raha tha… roj aisa hoga toh tu padhai kayse karega? Tujhe jawab dena hain nah iss rakshason ko? Bare naukri laga ke iss sab ko lath mar ke nikalna hain nah tujhe iss andhere se?
Hum anath hain yaar. Anathon ka bhukh pyas kam lagta hain. Kam kya, hum jaise logo ko bhukh pyas lagta hi nehi. Daya moved from there.
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Hey Daya… Dayaaaa…. Abhijeet nudged him… kahan kho gaye? Niche nehi jana? Launch nehi karna?
Daya's trance broke. Nehi… aisi baat nehi… main aata hoon… he uttered awkwardly and stormed out.
Ek anjaan ke liye Abhijeet itna sochta kiun hain? Main khana khaun na khaun, use kya? Ajib ladhka hain. Kuch jada hi interfere karne ki adat hain ise dusro ke mamle me. Ghar se bana banaya roti-sabzi joh milta hain, use kya pata bhukh lagne par pani pine ka ehsaas kya hota hain! Daya thought while having his daily launch… dipping a biscuit into hot smoky tea.
After finishing he sighed. Aaj bhi laute waqt bhukh lag jayega. Offff… Yeh exam khatam hone se main bach jaunga. Aise adha pet thore hi nind aata raat ko! Aur agar sahi se nind puri na hui kal jaysa hoga. Second paper dete dete so jayega tu Daya. Aur tab… he gritted his teeth in anger on himself ho jayega tera sapna ka aisi ki taysi. Sirf isi liye tu science stream chuna 10th ke baad. Nehi Daya… tu haar nehi maan sakta. Tujhe karna hi hoga.
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Last day of last exam of science stream arrived.
Abhijeet came at Daya's seat yawning… hello Daya! Good morning.
Daya laughed out looking his weird face… kal raat soye nehi tum? Exam start hone se pahele aisa halat tumhara… so jaoge likhte likhte.
Abhijeet joined him in laughter session… aate waqt pura rashta mera yahi halat tha. Mere doston ne bhi thik yahi kaha tumhare tarha. Kal Maa ki tabiyat thora kharab ho gaya…. raat ko soo nehi paya main. Aaj dekho…. He chuckled.
Daya face turned serious…. Aunty jee aab kayse hain?
Abhijeet: aab thik hain Maa. Thora sa bukhar char gaya unhe. Unhe chota sa khoroch bhi aa jaye, mera saans ruk jata hain. Halanki Maa ne mujhe soo jane ko kaha. Lekin main soo nehi paya. Puri raat unke pass baytha raha. He stopped abruptly noticing Daya's unmindful sad eyes.
Daya? He pushed lightly.
Without giving any more chance to them for further conversation invigilator entry bell rang and Abhijeet backed to his own place.
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Tumhe linguistic se jada lagao hain, phir tum Science kiun chuna twelfth me? You should choose Arts. Abhijeet quarried.
Mera sapna pura karne ke liye science back ground zaroori hain… Daya replied calmly while moving outside of school along with Abhijeet after finishing their 15 days long burden called board exam!
Abhijeet clearly felt Daya was unwilling to share anything about himself… so he avoid further question.
Hmm… thik hain. Aaj tum mere doston se miloge? 10th ka last day tumhe kuch kaam yaad aa gaya, aur tum chale gaye the.
Daya raised his eyebrow…tumhe itna sab yaad hain!
Abhijeet: kiun, yaad nehi rakhna chahiye tha?
Daya embarrassed and tried to divert the topic… wayse iss baar bhi tumhare papa ayenge? Aaj tumhara exam khatam ho gaya.
Wo nehi ayenge… Abhijeet simply answered. Tum ek minute ruko. Main apna cycle le aata hoon.
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Yeh dekho mera dost Arun, Daya. Aur Arun yeh Daya hain. Shivaji school se. Isi se main mila tha 10th ke waqt bhi… tujhe kaha tha… Abhijeet introduced his pal Arun with Daya.
Wayse Arun ke siwa aur koi humara group se Science me aaya nehi. Kuch dusre school me shift ho gaye. Baki Commerce aur Arts me chale gaye. Abhijeet announced.
Arun supported him proudly… lekin group humara wohi ke wohi reh gaya. Chahe jis school me ho yah phir stream… dosti humara pakka hain.
Suddenly a strange urge Daya felt in his heart… kash mera bhi koi dost hota!
A lavish car stopped before them…. Arun bid them a quick good bye and entered with…. Abhi, kal aa jana mere ghar aunty ke nikal ne ke baad. Jam ke masti karenge pura din.
Abhijeet grinned… yeh bhi bolne ki baat hain yaar? Mujhe aise bhi aana tha… aunty ki hathon ka Puran Poli (a type of Maharashtrian snack) he made a yummy face… chal kal milte hain yaar. Bye.
Daya was staring the two friends with dreamy amazing eyes.
Abhijeet turned at him… tum kayse jaoge? Lene ayega ghar se?
Nehi nehi main bus se jaunga… Daya replied hurriedly.
A group of students from Maharaja Shivaji Uchhya Vidyalaya passed them giving a hard push to Daya… ek aur bakra pakadh liya saale ne. Sunayega apna ram kahani aab… bhikhari!
Daya's breath stopped for a moment sensing may be Abhijeet noticed all. But felt relief immediately as Abhijeet was busy with his cycle and didn't heard anything seriously.
He tried to be normal though his heart was paining listened those rough words from his classmates…. Wayse aunty jee job karten hain?
Abhijeet while dusting casually his cycle seat: hmm.
Main tumhare bus aane tak ruk jaun? Tumhe company mil jayega. Aur aab toh tum mere dost jayse hi ho gaye… Abhijeet asked him innocently plastered a sweet smile on his lips.
Phir se dusro ke mamlo me tang adhana! Yeh Abhijeet bahat chipku type ka hain toh! Aab main kayse bus me charhu? Paysa kahan jeb me? Daya was thinking how to avoid Abhijeet's proposal.
Aunty jee! Aunty jee ki tabiyat thik nehi hain. Tum kiun time waste karoge phir? Mera bus aane me waqt hain. Tum jao, aunty jee ko tumhara zaroorat hain. Daya framed his statement very confidently.
Abhijeet surprised… lekin Maa toh office gayi hain!
Nehi… phir bhi tumhe jana chahiye. Abhijeet looked at his new companion suspiciously. Noticing that Daya… haan. Matlab, agar unki tabiyat phir se kharab ho jaye, agar wo zaldi wapas aa jaye ghar… tumhe jana chahiye.
Abhijeet felt irritated. Ajib ladhka hain! Pakka kuch gadbad hain. Mujhse chutkara pane ke liye natak kar raha hain. Mujhe kya, raho bhae, mujhe tumhara zindegi me koi interest nehi. While thinking in mind he shrugged… ok. I am leaving. Best of luck for your result Daya. Bye. He pressed the paddle of his bicycle.
Hush! Jaan chuta! Gaya. Warna na jane kitna jhut kehna padhta! Daya also started walking slowly towards his destination with his regular low growling feeling from his almost empty tummy.
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Abhijeet stopped his cycle at a distance from bus stand and looked back…. Found Daya started walking at a direction.
Kuch toh baat hain iss ladhke ka. Dekh ke lagta toh nehi jhut bolna iska adat hain. Phir mujhe avoid karne ke liya itna kuch kaha kiun yeh? Walking distance pe jana hain, kam az kam wohi kehta, main uske piche uska ghar tak jata kya! Ajib hain! Aur uska school ka wo ladhko ka gang… kiun kaha use aisa? Kisi ka hasiyat kam ho hi sakta hain, lekin aise kisi ko bhikhari thore hi kehta! Maa sahi kehti hain… chahra dekh ke kisi ko samajhna mushkil hain… na jane kiun itna sehmi rehta hain yeh….
A/N: Many of you readers may not relate your own experience with above…. Those 6 hours, 2 papers a day covering both class 11 and 12 syllabi….. Class 12 board exam pattern was an old system obsolete nearly a decade ago. So, it's not an imaginary… not my brain child. Hope you all understand and feel sympathetic for the victims of this tough stressful system :P
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