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Part-1 Whenever I retire for the day, there is a sense of panicky in me. Something keeps me awake. Something tells me that Mrigank today you were non productive. Something tells me that Mrigank you are the only person that can prove 80/20 principle wrong, as your efforts are zero and you want to chase heaven.  Something tells me to wake up and work a little bit to know that there is a certain amount of beauty associated with hard work. And then, dream hushes that ‘something in me’. In dream I see myself as the most charismatic person, a person with every bit of knowledge, a person who have moulded time in such way that I can squeeze out 25 hours from one day, productivity breaking all the records and I am diving in the pool which Uncle Scrooge used to dive in. Is there any connection of my dream and ‘me at present’? Or it’s purely a fit of pleasure which will seize to exist as soon as I gulp down a potion of reality. ********** Part-2 Whenever I retire for ...

Chapter 10<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend... “Hello” said Mridul in sleepy voice; the holidays had made him lethargic. “Hey! Mridul, guess who is on the line” it was Kanishka, as fresh as the morning. “Hey Kanu! Sorry I was still sleeping, but you look quite fresh” he was little surprised by her call. “I wake up at 7oclock every day, not like you fatty” giggled Kanu. “That’s why you are too gorgeous sweet heart. So, why did the queen call her servant?” flirting as usual. “Nothing dear…I was getting bored, so thought let’s talk to you and plan an outing” “Where ma’am? It will be an honor to be your personal guide.” ‘Butler’ could have been his new career. “Let’s go to Worlds of wonder. Just you and me…” Kanishka paused for a second deliberately. “Wow just you and I” Mridul nearly jumped out of bed. “And our friends…off course” chuckled Kanishka. “Alright ma’am, as you say. Then let me just freshen up and talk to others. Bye de...

Chapter 09<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend... Dear students, You will be glad to know that we are throwing a fresher’s party, those who are interested can deposit Rs.250 to  your CR. The party will be held in auditorium on 16 th October, till any further changes. “Rs.250? Are THEY throwing a party or we?” chuckled Parth. “Ya Parth you are correct, let’s talk to Mridul about this, he is our CR, and he will definitely do something”  Malvika said with a serious tone.  Malvika and Parth had come closer to each other in recent past, due to a rift between Prateek and her. The news was still away from Mridul as he was busy in some other prior work. “Yipeeee…a fresher’s part…I will become rich this month” said Mridul in a jest after getting the news from Prateek. “Shut up Mridul, don’t you feel that 250 rupees is too much for a party at college audi…everybody is complaining about that to other CRs” Kanishka said pointing towards the...

The day was going really nice. Sleep was the utmost priority and my phone was vibrating and telling me “Brother, charge me as I am feeling really hungry”. I opened my eyes just enough to see what time it is. The widget showed 12 noon. Outside my room I heard my mom complaining “He has become too lazy, just wasting our money in gym...see the time. Now he will wake up and ask for breakfast.” Just to spice up my morning, I yelled “Ma, breakfast” and then the real lecture started. I listened to it while going through the messages of early risers. My sister has updated her DP with her Engagement’s picture. I went down the memory lane where I had so much fun with my brothers and sisters; dancing on music with no knowledge of beats, drinking like no tomorrow and eating every fucking dish from North Indian’s favourite “Aloo Puri” to Italian Au Gratin. We were together, from laughing our guts out on every dumb act of ours to enjoying every crazy custom we have during pre-marriage...

Chapter 8<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend Tossing on the bed continued till the early hours of morning. The ceiling had become the most familiar thing for Mridul. Sun was yet to leave its heavenly abode. A few cars can be heard in the distance as the early risers were on their way to offices. The sleep deprived eyes, by the time alarm clock buzzed, had already learnt the constituents of the ceiling. He himself didn’t know since when he was watching the ceiling…may be the whole night! Multiple questions were hitting his mind, who was constantly jumping in its shell. What would his parents think? Will they accept this? Was that decision correct? It was not the first time he had been awake, it was almost a month since he had been playing hide and seek with a good night sleep. The alarm clock showed 6a.m.  Mridul stood up went to bathroom to get freshen up. The hot water bath was not enough to relax his tensed state of mind and sleep deprived eyes. “I ...

Chapter 7<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend.... The first minors were waiting at the corner,so for sometime friendship was put into the attic safely. “ Yaar, Meri toh lag gayi ” Prateek was in deep remorse after the first minors. “What happened Bhai ? Itna pareshan kyu hai ” Mridul asked about Prateek’s reason of tensed look. “I am gonna fail in this exam”…’was he trying to gain sympathy?’ Mridul thought. “ Arre , don’t worry everybody will clear the exams so just chill” Parth joined in. “Let’s go out for a movie today” Malvika suggested while entering the canteen, “It will be a great fun! It’s been a time that we have gone out.“ She continued. “Yipeeee, we are going to watch movie…movie...movie…but which one?” Kanishka was already excited about the plan and was banging 'the' canteen’s table. “Aiyee…don’t bang the table” Ramesh Uncle said while pouring some tea for a professor. No one can argue girls; same was the scenario in the...

Chapter 6<-Link A story of a friend...by a friend “ WELCOME 2 nd COUNSELING STUDENTS ”  Read the white board of the class. It was the time when the class dominated by male sex would be getting some girls to spice up college life. The dream was going to come true for many boys. It was the first time they met Malvika. She was a school friend of Kanishka, and really close to her. Kanishka introduced her with Mridul, Parth and Prateek. She had already told them that Malvika would be joining the college and warned them beforehand that Malvika was a little flirty in nature. Malvika’s nature matched the wavelength with Prateek and they came closer to each other more than anybody else, though they maintained the tag- “ Just Friends ”. The days passed and the friendship grew no bounds... *Chapter 8..coming soon

Chapter 5<-Link A Story of a friend...by a friend... “Do you know, what the fuck that bloody lab assistant said about Kanishka” Prateek yelled in anger. He used to exaggerate every petty issue like this only, but they all used to enjoy that. “What happened yaar, what about Kanishka and the lab assistant?” Parth who always had a soft corner for Kanishka spoke with strain on his forehead. “She said Kanishka is a bitch, always found with the three guys wandering here and there” Prateek exclaimed in anger. “What the fuck, she will pay for it” neither of them had spoken, it was Mridul standing behind Prateek. Mridul could do anything for his friends, especially if it’s Kanishka. “You won’t do anything Mridul, I know you are capable of doing anything for me...or them but you won’t” She thought to stop at “me” but then continued to avoid any awkward moment. “Shut up girl, why won’t I, I don’t like when someone spoils a girl’s image” Mridul was bursting in ange...

Chapter 4<- Link A story of a friend...by a friend... The unknown number pulled every single nerve out of Mridul’s body or was he just just over reacting at that point of time, no one could have told.  ‘Who can it be at this point of time?’ thought Mridul before picking up the phone. “Hello! May I know who is there on the line” he asked. “Hey! It’s me Malvika” a known voice came from the other side. “Oh hi! Malvika, I am honored on hearing your voice” the tone was sarcastic and he was more interested in his parents conversation. “Why are you so rude? Anyway give me Parth’s mobile number” the vexation could be noticed in her voice. Without any salutation Mridul cut the phone and sent her Parth’s number. ‘Why the heck she needs his number now, when everything is over’ he thought, though his eyes were fixed to his parents conversation and he was watching it from the edge of the semi closed room's door. He felt helpless and decided to go back ...

Chapter 3<-Link A Story of a friend..by a Friend... “Mridul where are you yaar! We are in canteen come fast” It was Prateek on the line. “Oh! Prateek… I am stuck in some work will take some time” stammered Mridul and cut the phone. He was busy flirting with Kanishka near the stair case. She was the girl he dreamt off ever since they met on the first day of college. A perfectly shaped body with ample amount of fat on the perfect places, she can ooze out air from anybody’s lung and can make one skip multiple heart beats at one go. The body fragrance was one better than rose and her dressing style could make even the hotshots envy of her.   “Hey Hi…hmmm Kanishka…right?” said Mridul deliberately. “Ya you are absolutely right Mr.CR” teased Kanishka. “I am really sorry…actually I have a short hand when it comes to girls, and when the girl is so beautiful I just…” He was interrupted by Kanishka. “Ya ya I know, I have listened this line multiple times d...

Chapter 2<-Link A Story of a Friend..by a Friend “Mamma I am home, really tired…taking a short nap” said Mridul and went straight to his bedroom. “ B eta! Khaana tyaar hai …have it na” yelled his mother from kitchen, telling Mridul that food was ready. Mridul was already inside his room. Hours passed and he didn’t come out of his room. “I don’t know why he is behaving like this, he is spoiling home’s atmosphere” said his mother with lots of concern and anger at same time. “Why are you complaining this to me, how would I know what has happened to him? He never shares anything with me.” argued his father, while changing the channel of television. “It’s of no use to talk to you and him, you both are screwing up my life” asserted his mother and went to fetch a glass of water for Mr. Gupta. Mridul was listening to the conversation of his parents, when suddenly his mobile phone rang... *Chapter 4 coming up

Chapter 1 <-Link A story of a friend by a friend.... "Hi guys! This is Mridul Gupta” he introduced himself with a smile. Though the introduction was very brief; it was enough to tell what he was like with that smile on his face and gleaming eyes. Engineering colleges have always lacked such "confidence" as he thought, and when its government college, this could be as rarest as Pluto getting accreditation as ninth planet by Earthlings. He had developed this image way before he joined the college. Government versus Private College; which one was better he was yet to decide.  Within no time Mridul became part of each personalized group of class.  Few girls were behind him or he thought so, but he was clear about his life goals and his ‘personal’ interests. The fire in his eyes never went unnoticed by anyone; an average student and a no player in his school time, has changed himself no bounds. The change was nice, he was nominated as the CR and he took...

A Story of a Friend By a Friend.... “Bhai ! You scored 80 percent” Prateek came roaring and waving a piece of paper held high. Usually high on spirit Mridul just, finished his last bite of chapatti and put his lunch box in his bag. Prateek pulled his hand out from the bag and shoved that piece of paper in Mridul’s hand that he was carrying; thinking Mridul would jump and hug him. Getting marks in an Engineering College was just like the amount of gold you get after a huge investment. Mridul stood up but without showing any ecstasy and left the class room. Prateek stood watching him till he vanished in the swarm. The sudden change in Mridul was not that sudden as others thought, but it was differently surprising for his friends. He had changed a lot. Usually chirpy and heartthrob of friends has become silent altogether. “What have happened to him?” Parth exclaimed seeing the strange behavior of his once the dearest friend. “I don’t know, sometime I get really p...

I recall collapsing on my bed after a real shocker of the day, an encounter with my very own CS professor. A gargantuan figure standing next to me and promising wholeheartedly.."Dude! You will be paying for the sins you never committed!" A cruel thought! Though still unconscious, I remembered that I did everything, applied every single bit of theory in my practicals, the enthusiasm to learn new things was at par to the stimulated response towards my own endeavours. I analysed loop holes in my work, that work which can bestow me a grade as "small" as the granular structure of sand. Still  terrified  to flunk in the subject, my mind once again came up as a life redeemer and was constantly developing new and devious strategies to keep me out of this danger. It is a brutal world. Tears had already started pouring out of eyes and started kissing my cheeks, my soul completely drenched with the unseasoned rain requested me to snap...