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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...

The air was hard to find as my oversized body required everything in huge quantity. It seemed like the metro which just arrived squished the air which was flowing through the station cross section. I was still cupping my knees with my palms and was taking deep breaths when someone tapped me from behind. A quick nasty cold vibe went through my body as if the air which I was searching for got the address of the person which required it the most and entered without taking prior permission from my mouth. Suddenly the breathing stopped and I turned my face to see who the hell on earth wanted to provide me with a re-breather. “Now, I look fine?” the familiar voice tickled my ear drums. “Yups...I mean what...I mean couldn’t get you...sorry!” I was confused what to say and her meek smile was making it more difficult to even say something. The mess was cleaned up and the lips were back to their glossy state, the cheeks got their colour back and the eyes looked even more beautiful tha...

The training was going ‘miserably’ fun, as it was my first time hands on experience on a colour Television. After getting back from the factory, I was sweating excessively in gym. I was tired to hell and the walk to my home back was looking like never ending. Finally I reached my home and the body ache forced me to skip my dinner (first in my lifetime!) and go to my bed with full throttle AC. ******** “Mrigank actually I can’t give you my number...umm...I mean my parents don’t like me talking to boys. I am sorry.” said a beautiful voice, the person I had big crush on. “Yeah! It’s OK no problem. So how can we be in contact after school?” I asked after a little embarrassment. “We can be in contact through mails. It’s fun...I mean the anxiety of expecting a reply and then replying with a smile on. By the way, why didn’t you have lunch? Do you really take our fight that seriously?” she was playing my mind but that was a sweet feeling. “Ya, you are a friend of mine ra...

The exams were over and as promised by my dad we would be soon leaving for a trip to Manali. Knowing my food crazy nature and also seeing me not having my food properly during exams my mom got up early to prepare some healthy oil soaked food. The food was ready, the luggage was ready, the car was ready and so were we to hit the road. It was 8 in the morning when we left and by mistake it was the first time in history we left on time which we decided to leave at (Punctual and my family...forget it J ) . The sun was shining over the roof of the car and its heat could be easily felt inside the car running on maximum AC fan speed. Four hours of continuous travelling and my sister’s road sickness had left nothing inside us and we decided to stop at a restaurant- “Sher-e-Punjab”. A railway track running behind the restaurant touching infinity and the sun playing hide and seek behind the woods. It was a beautiful and soothing to eyes if not to body. After having food, my father got bu...

I was walking to my station in the freaking hot day after finishing one of the worst practical I ever faced. It was the first time that I was not able to convince my lecturer about what I said. I was feeling ashamed of calling myself an engineer as it is taught to us- “ If you can’t convince confuse them. ” Glucon-D hoarding was providing me the cool shelter for last five minutes as there was no sign of my vehicle, which would carry me to metro station. While waiting for my ‘wheel on palace’ (sic), my pupil sensitized my retina with a group of people carrying a dead body and chanting the name of god for the corpse soul’s peace. It was not the first time I had seen a dead body but it was the first time for my mind was feeling the pain of bad practical and could match the wavelength with it. The soreness of bad practical exam was overshadowed by their moaning. While men were chanting out loudly “Ram Naam Satya Hai” , women were crying and seeing their mother cry small kids could no...