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If you were to ask me whether I enjoyed my school days or college days more, it would be quite difficult for me to explain which one was better. But yes, there’s one thing I can say: in school, you simply observe girls and try to decipher this mysterious species. However, in college, if you’re lucky enough, you might actually get to know one. Unfortunately, I wasn’t one of those lucky souls. But today, I’m going to share a story based on real-life experiences.

This story possesses as much authenticity as when your mother visits a vegetable shop and asks for free cilantro. It holds as much certainty as when you secure reservations on a train and fervently pray that you’ll end up sitting next to a beautiful girl. It mirrors reality just like when you prepare for a party and ask your friend, “How do I look?”—and then promptly change your clothes if they say, “The apparel doesn’t suit you,” even though those were your best clothes ever. It’s akin to the frustration you feel while waiting in a long bank queue to withdraw money. And it’s as true as the eccentric man at the cash deposit window who behaves like a secret agent from RAW (Research and Analysis Wing). You know which Indian bank i am talking about here :D.

Remember those professors who promised to teach for just ten extra minutes after class? Well, they often stretch it to more than 20 minutes, leaving you wondering if time operates differently in their universe. And let’s not forget the futile attempts to wake up at 4 AM—something you try daily but never quite succeed at. Or the ambitious plan to complete ten rounds around the sports track, only to find yourself gasping after barely two rounds.

Now, about sending friend requests on Facebook: You hope that the girl you’re interested in will accept and maybe even become your girlfriend. But alas, she’s already in a relationship with someone else. Yet, you persist, sending friend requests like a determined warrior. If luck favors you, may God bless you with the coveted status of “IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH.”

And then there’s that classic moment when your mother calls and asks, “Beta, khana kha liya?” Whether it’s late at night or early morning, your reply remains consistent: “Come on, Maa. This isn’t the right time for food.”

Now, before you drift off or receive a five-hour friendly chat call from your girlfriend or boyfriend, let’s dive into the story. 📖

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"I have something for you, can you please come out from your hostel to meet me for Five minutes?"

Dev called up to Sadhna and requested her to meet him on PMC (Piya Milan Chowk).

"You didn’t talk to me since months Dev. How come you called me today?” asked Sadhna “Just Listen to me, I don't want to talk about that incident now. Please come out from your hostel only for five minutes. I have something which belongs to you.” Dev said and disconnected the phone. After hanging up the Phone, he said to himself.

“I don’t think I am going to meet you ever after this” and started walking towards PMC (Piya Milan Chowk).

PMC is a cross road where couplesmeet and singles maltreat.

            Dev waited for Sadhna on PMC for more than 30 minutes. But she didn't turn up. Dev got disappointed and proceeded towards his hostel. Suddenly, someone called Dev in a loud voice from fifty feet away from him.

"Dev, what’s the matter? Why did you call me?" After approaching Dev, Sadhna asked with anger.

"Look Sadhna, I don't want to talk much, just take this packet and go," Dev replied fiercely.

"But what is inside this packet? Can you tell me? Otherwise, I don't want it." Sadhna asked Devin a loud voice.

"If you want it, you take it to your hostel. Otherwise, leave it here on the ground.”

Dev left the packet on the field and went away from there.

Dev went away, butSadhna was still staring at that package lying on the ground. She picked it up after ten minutes and went to her hostel. Reaching her hostel, she couldn't wait to open it. After opening it with curiosity, she found that there was a diary inside the packet with Dev’s name inscribed on it. "It is his diary but why did he give this to me? Why does he want me to read his Personal diary?" Sadhna asked herself and started reading it…

28 July 2008, Monday

I woke up early in the morning and greeted the day. I was full of enthusiasm and energy because it was the first day of my college. It was 6:00 AM. Two hours were left for I had to go to attend the classes. As the reporting time was 8 AM. I felt like Mr. Lonely there, inan enormous campus of thecollege. This song used to be my favorite song during the school days. I had nothing to do to pass two hours, so I went back to bed and closed my eyes. That moment turned up in my mind when my parents left me at the railway station.

            I was heading towards my college for the very first time in my life. Earlier also I had left my home but this was going to be for minimum six months.

            I still remember the moment whenthe train left the platform, and my parents said “bye” to me with tears rolling out of their eyes...

"Okay, son! I love you. Do the best in your life and go ahead. Now you are alone in this college, and no one is going to look after what you are going to do in these upcoming years. It is up to you what you want to achieve in your life. These four years will decide that…blah blah blah." Dad gave me a long lecture as he used to, during my childhood and I don't remember anything as always.

“Train no. 1818 Jharkhand Express, Delhi to Ranchi will depart from Platform no. 1. Passengers are requested to take theirrespective seats.”

After hearing the announcement, my dad ordered me to get inside the train compartment.

As always, my mother was crying. Her small tears were rolling lurching down her cheeks. I was feeling awful and looked at her. She was not in the condition to say anything except sobbing. She grabbed my hand and the other one kept on my face. She looked at me irresistibly as if someone was taking away her life. Some tears came to my eyes as well, but I had to hide all of them because I didn’t want to make her cry more.

"Mom, you don't need to worry about me. One day I will fulfill all your dreams. When I complete this degree, I will go with you to a candlelight dinner, and that candlelight dinner will be from my first salary. We will go to watch movies, and you know, we will also eat Golgappa on the street.”My mother noted it and hugged me whilecrying.

“Please don't cry Maa, I will be back to home soon." I looked into her eyes and perceived a soft corner that she had for me in her heart. Not just a corner but I should write that whole heart was for me.

Har Subah ghar ko
Duaaon se gherdetihai!
Ye meri maa hai jo Khusiyan
Bikherdeti hai!!

Maa ke pair
Chookar ke jab bhi nikalta hun,
Apne Haathon ko Wo Sir pe mere
Pherdeti hai!!

Bhagwan ki Pooja,
orGeeta Paathpadhkarke,
Merehaathonmein Prashad Aurr
Berdeti hai!!

Shni, Shukr
laga dein na najar ghar ko kahin,
Wo poore ghar mein Gangajal
ko Pherdeti hai!!

Maindushmanke 
aage nakamjor pad jaun,
Merehaanthon mein khelneko
sherdetihai!!

Kaise Jevan Ke Ye
Exam Pass Karta hun Main?
Maa Pooja mein jodhyan kitna
der detihai!!

            If anybody asks me, if I have ever seen GOD, then I will reply yes, GOD cannot be more beautiful than her because she is my mother.I am blessed that she is always there for me.I felt atrocious because I knew that I was not coming back home again. I won’t be able to forget those days spent with my crazyfriends in the city. The cricket match in which I scored the highest without any knowledge and practice of it. That Volleyball, Video Games like Mario, Tekken 3, Aladdin, movies, parties and bike riding with the highest speed, especially when the girls were around me. Spending time near Girl's college and coaching. The Professor of our class, the cruel principal of my school, the ice cream vendor, samosa hawker, that class which used to be very long.

Yaad Mujhe wo din ab bhi,
Jab mainEk Chota Bachha Tha!
Pehli Class mein Padhta tha,
Mun  Ka  Kitna  Saccha  Tha!!

Chota Sa Basta Hota tha  Aur
Kuch Do Chaar Conpi Hoti Thin,
Par Mere School ki Kuch Teacher
Kuch Papi Papi Hoti Thin!!

Har Baat Pe kitna Rota Tha,
Har Baat mein Kitna Kachha Tha,
Kuch Aisa Mera Bachpan Tha,
Wo Bachpan Kitna Accha Tha!!

            The school bus conductor who used to scold me every day. My friend's drawing in which he made an elephant instead of a cow. Those throbbings of my teacher which were awarded as a gift many a times on my soft cheeks, and finally that beautiful girl who never said a yes to my repeated proposal.

KuchIs tarah wo meri baat pe roye!
Main Jaise Jake phir lautaayahun!!

Tere pyar mein kahin na fail ho jaun,
Ishqke exam mein main late aaya hun!!

Teri Mushkurahat  meri  jaan  nale le,
Thodi Aas lekar ke tere Gate aayahun!!

Karti thinaawazein ghar ki Diwaarein,
Teri Yaadon ko ghar se samet aaya hun!! 

            I touched my parent's feet and said "Goodbye!”My brother came with me to say Ta-ta till the train's compartment gate and started chatting with me.

"Yes, don't forget to call me in your marriage, Bro. Who knows, you will get married without informing anyone because I am the only person who will help you in the end."

Everyone who was at the compartment gate started staring at me. But I reacted like no one heard my brother. This sentence displayedthe faith of my brother that he had on me.

My parents were also aware of my girlfriends who generally, used to call me on the blackish land phone. Ineptly, which used to be in my parent's bedroom but, I used to reply very smartly that “My friend was on the line.”

But dad used to answer me, “I know who was that.”But my Dad's response used to compel me to scratch my head because I used to think that my dad too had many girlfriends in his springtime, I guess.

"Oh, Bro, please don't say this. Don't you still remember my first girlfriend's name? She is the one who is still first and last to me."

"Yes, I do remember, my younger brother, when we were in Kanpur. It still thrills me the way you gave me that surprise. How can I forget that day?"

After saying this, we both started reminiscing the day.

14th February 7:00 Pm 2007 Near Sai Baba Mandir,Ganda Nala, Kanpur

"Why did you call me, Dev?" Baby asked.

"Oh my dear baby, don't you remember today is a special day? I mean 14th February” I replied with excitement.

"Yes, I remember Rahul told me, he had wished me a Happy Valentine's Day before you, but you are late as always," Baby replied with anger.

"Look, I still have alittle confusion here whether I am your boyfriend, or Rahul is? These Rahul type disputing people are always intervening in everyone's life and ruining everyone's love story. I don't know why GOD creates such creatures. "Well, leave I don't want to talk about this. I have brought something for you." I said to her.

After keeping quiet for five seconds, she broke her silence. "And what it is Dev?" She asked me"Just close your eyes and it will be a new experience of your life," I replied to her.

"Oh, indeed, but I have experienced this many times," Baby said with a naughty smile on her face.

She closed her eyes, brought her hand forward.She was shocked to see her gift because it was not the flower of Rose which I offered her on Valentine’s Day. But it was a CAULIFLOWER.

She started laughing madly. Suddenly, shelooked at my brother for a moment, who was just ten feet away from us, and what?

Unexpectedly, she started kissing me;mybrother stood aghast, and so did I. But still he asked me a question through his expression “SHE KISSED YOU DUDE, DAMN. How could she do that in front of me?”

            And I replied him with my expressions too “she is my girlfriend, not yours. Apparently she will kiss me, not  you.”

She left after that memorable kiss. It was like the first piece of a chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream. Something that happened for the first time in this universe. Now I was also going back with a huge kiss story that I could tell my friend like he used to say me thathe had Butterscotch.

            Suddenly, my heart knocked my mind, "Oh shit, what is this crap what I have started thinking? If someone knows about it what will they think of me?”

            My brother was still smiling at me after recollecting that incident. My parents were waiting for the train to depart, but it had haltedagain due to some signal problem.

            My Brother growled and said, "You are not loyal to anyone. I know it Dev. You even didn't leave my girlfriend. You said, "I love you" to her as well?

That was a bullshit man? You proposed Your BHABHI, dude.”

"Bhabhi Maa keSamaanhotihai Bhai."

"Well, I didn’t propose her Bro, I just tried to check whether she was loyal to you or not and later whathappened? You know it; she left you alone. She has four kids now. But you are still finding one to get married. She was a talented girl brother” I replied my brother with a vexed smile.

Dil ki Sadak pena
 jaane kitne gacche ho gaye.!
Jis-2 ko bhi chahahamne

sabke
bacche ho gaye.!!

MuhChupakar
ab talakjo baat bhi karte na The,
ParAchanak  kyahuaki hambhi 
acchehogaye.!!

Kya batayein
ham tumhe is pyar ki bhi guftgoo,
Jabse ham unke bachhon ke
Chachhehogaye.!!

Kyun mujhe 
ye dekhkaraisa laga hai,“Juliet”
Aam pedo pepake Aur pak ke
kaccheho gaye.!!

"Oh, gosh, why did you make me the elder brother of such person? Ok, leave. I think that it was your first official proposal to baby. When you ever said it in front of anyone except the girl, and I know it why." my Brother said to me with an annoying smile.

"Come on Bhaiya, Ab to bhoolJaaiye us Baat Ko."

“Please forget that incident now?” I requested my brother. "I have forgotten, but you make me remember again and again. I would like to give you a bit of advice; you had many girlfriends at School time. At that time, girls used to be fooled; that's why they used to paint the town red with you. They used to share their lunch, used to do your homework and also used to give many gifts to you on your birthday. Now, remember you are in college.

 In the college, girls celebrate their birthday every second day. They will not have a single Potato Paratha from their money. But they will have Butter Chicken Masala or any other thing of yours money.”

"Tumhare Paise se Murgi, bakri, Battakhsab khajayengi or agar tumneunheapni party mein dhoke se bhi bula liya to poora kapoorakhaandanapne saath lekeraayengi."

“And if you invite them in your party they will bring everyone without asking any permission from you.”

"Meri friend room meinakelikaiserehti to main ise bhi apnesaath lekar aa gayiaurtumhare jaise BebkoofkahengechaloKoi baat nahinYe to Bahut acchaKiya."

“Don't forget that dad is going to give you only Rs 1000 per month. Because they used to give me only 500 per/month when I was in college.You also need to keep in your mind that Dad has already paid your cafeteria bill and tuition fee in advance to your college. Due to that you don't have more excuses to make so that you can ask more money from dad.”

            My brother didn't stop babbling, grabbed my hand and said, “You need to remember, brother,Now college girls are not fools like they used to be in your school.They have a real experience in this regard and have many boyfriends as their guard…!”

            I couldn't say anything to him except showing him a fake smile on my face.

My Brother stopped for some time and said, “You should also know about their most ridiculous excuses that they will make at the moment of paying bills or when the fools like you will fall in love with them.

1. “Oh sorry! I forgot my purse.”
2. “Do you know that today Sheetal's boyfriend gifted her smartphone?”
3. “Today, you were supposed to give me party darling.”
4. “Don't you love me, darling, let's go to a canteen.”
5. “Today I will pay for tea, but you should pay for the chicken burger.”

             And When the time comes to settle the Bill, They will not talk about it but will activate themselves in silent mode same like your mobile phone.”

“I think you used to be one of them Bhaiya. You are kinda frustrated from girls' Bhaiya.”

"Sabhi ladkiyan ek jaise nahi hotin."

“All girls are not the same; they are always helpful for boys,” I replied to my brother in a serious tone.

“But bro, how can you say that girls are experienced? They all left school with me in the same year."

"Yes, they left the school in the same year but they got the experience of the other engineering Sadak Chaap coachings around the city. That is the only reason; they got experience in this regard.But you were lucky to get a good rank in the first attempt, due to that you got admission in such a top reputed college of India. But I don't know why I feel the pain that you are not able to enjoy those awesome days, which I had spent with my friends when I used to go to engineering coaching. How can I forget that awesome experience? It still thrills me though it was a somewhat frustrating time no doubt.”

 My Brother started telling me the story when he used to go to coaching.

2007, Kakadev, Kanpur

A big hall, more than Thousands of students, beautiful girls, black peons, guards at the gate, a small library, a bookshop with a crowd, Coffee shop, and many others. When the Professor scolded us, we all shouted in the same voice BAABAA, BAABAA or OOO OOO OOO. And he used to ask after getting frustrated.

"Kaun Gaon seAaye ho ji."

“Which villages have you come from?” My Brother asserted and started laughing. “I can understand” I prompted. But how can I forget that dad paid 75,000/- to the coaching.

“Which you thought was the best in the market. You had recommended that coaching to dad just because of the tagline in that great Hindi newspaper” "Excellent ideas of Engineering."

            It claimed that the student who got Rank-1 in Engineering Exam was a pass out from this institution.

“But later on yourealized that it was not real.” “It was the fake publicity stunt that ruined many innocent students’ life like yours.”

“You came to know about the reality when you got to know that "Excellent ideas of Engineering" was not only a tagline in the advertisement but was a book, which that topper has subscribed. They advertised it very smartly in the newspaper so that anyone could misunderstand that the Engineering topper was passed out from their coaching.”“Now who is to be blamed? That Topper, ThatNewspaper or that coaching? You tell me? Dad paid 75,000/- Dude, earned by hard work.” My brother smiled and said in a deep voice, "How can I forget? Due to that I had to spend one more year in coaching and dad had to pay again but this time to the right ones. I think there should be a feedback website where we should write down such incident, where we can highlight such fake people or coachings.It may be something like www.fakepeople.com or www.pungibajao.com.”

            Suddenly, the train started moving; my brother smiled and said, "I will see you soon, bye, happy journey, au revoir!"We hugged each other and said bye with tears in our eyes. The train was heading towards Ranchi; I didn't remember when I slept but when I woke up I saw that it was going to be four hours in the train.

            A couple with a kid was traveling with me. They had upper berths. I had a lower berth in sleeper class. On the other side, an old woman and a man were on the seat,including two women of around 32 years were with me in that section. After four hours, everyone wanted to take rest so an old lady requested me to go to her upper berth because she couldn't climb. I agreed and went up to that place. One lower berth got occupied by that old lady. She started sleeping on my seat. The other woman requested both the women to take rest on their lower berth due to a small child with her. But Surprisingly, both of them refused to offer her seat. I was surprised that even though they were female they were not ready to help her. In compulsion, that lady had to sleep on the upper berth with her kid.  After looking at this incident, Suddenly I started smiling by recollecting my elder brother's idea about the website.

i.e.www.fakepeople.com. I don't know, but sometimes I am forced to think why females show hatred I don't, remember.

Ten hours passed by,and I don't know how I started thinking about my new college, how would it look like, how big it will appear, etc.

But I didn't know why I still had a picture of my school in my mind. The school was incredible, and I was the king of my class. When I used to be in class, the Professor explained the line, circle, parabola, etc. We learned about the line (Rekha) but we never formed a line when hatred I don't, remember.

But my friend used to explain about the line (Rekha) because she was one of the beautiful Girl of my school. We always used to sit on the bench that lied behind of that girl in our class.

My friend made her tattoo many times on his desk even though he was not good in drawing. She was not interested in him, but later, I don't know why, but she used to smile at him, and my friend was mad at this. They both used to make secret glances.

There is an old saying 'When you fall in love, either you get the girl, or you become a philosopher.' But in the case of my friend it was something different, I didn't know whether it was love or something else. Fourteen hours went by, and the train was still in U.P. I don't know, why U.P. is so big; even many talented leadersbelong to that place. They must have looted everything from it by this time, but it is tough to understand, how U.P. is still surviving.

I was in the midst of my thoughts when suddenly, I gazed at the fan in my coach. The fan in the Sleeper coach was amazing.After every hour, it stopped automatically, and I always put a pen inside its frame so that I could transfer some energy into it like a modern scientist. Well, I don't know mechanical energy, kinetic energy or what, Sometimes, I also used to fold a newspaper to push it in the right direction. After some time, the train stopped at one of the platforms and few people came inside. The woman who refused to offer her seat to the other woman who had a kid; two men went near her seat, asked her to sit down and not to sleep.

Undesirably,the woman had to offer her seat to those men in compulsion. She was not willing to leave the place, but she had to.

I smiled and thought GOD punishes people on earth, no hell exists anywhere.

            Suddenly, a spider fell on Sadhna's hand when she was reading dev's diary, she shouted for a second and threw it outside of her room with the help of the Broom. After throwing it, Sadhna started reading dev's dairy again.

            I got late to the college because this was the first day and it was about 7:45 am. I was worried about what should I wear on the first day.

“My first impression will be the last impression, so I had to make a plan to look better. There will be many girls in my class, what the hell!”

"Main ye shakal lekar unkesamnejaunga kaise."

Even though I am not Salman Khan, but I have to do something with my thin body. I used to be a rock star in my school when I was in the 12th grade. But that school belonged to the Boys only.My heart said to me quietly and tried to make fun of me.

“Now you are in the college, dude.”

“I cannot forgetthe day, when I was in the front of the admission office standing in a queue, that girl didn't even recognize this rock star. She continuously looked at that bloody black notice board. Aah, how bad that day was!”

“I should wear my best clothes on this first day of the college so that everyone would be impressed. Ok, now I look better with this black coat, blue tie, and white shirt.”

I was very nervous on that day and had some fear in me due to ragging. I was deadly afraid of the new place, new people, and the new atmosphere.

Last night I had seen students, talking in English. People were talking like they were "Langotiya yaar" while I was feeling like “a fish out of the water.”

When I was in school, I had never been so nervous even When I used to go for the practical exams of chemistry, physics or other subjects. I didn't even iron my shirt before going to the classroom.

"Mere Bhai tie or belt hi de de, Notes to tune diyeNahin yaar, lagipadiHaiBhai."

But my friends used to be very sincere in this regard. I used to borrow tie and belt from them. Whenever I was supposed to enter the exam room. But I use to never cross the limit like others.

Many students used to borrow toilet soap in the hostel. When they used to get over from pretty much hard work from the washroom in the morning. Some of them were so talented and opportunity seekers that they used to look for a piece of soap hidden inside the broken walls, holes or washbasin to wash their hands in the washroom. I am almost sure that they must have saved around Rs1440 in 4 years by not buying the toilet soap.

They used to go to bed directly without taking off their clothes and shoes. Their life partner used to be mosquitoes and flies when they used to sleep like a log. Before entering the exam room, they used to mug everything till their last breath and used to vomit everything on the answer sheet. When they used to get over from the exam, No one was interested in talking about what they had written.

"No, boss, please don't speak of that crap stuff, I am suffering from cephalalgia." I was already 15 minutes late for the class. While I was heading, it was a traumatic experience for me.

My friend who was pursuing his career from IIT Kanpur had told me, that seniors are Yama (Yumdoot). I have to behave properly with them. And I knew that I cannot survive alone in the college because no man is an island.

            Finally, I reached my department. It was the place for which I waited for so long. I have done much hard work to reach here from last thirteen years. I used to imagine about my college how would it look like but today I was standing in front of it. Everything had turned up in reality.

It was not only a building of concrete and bricks, but it was the result of my hard work, willpower, and ambition. I knew that I was very late for my first class, but I wanted to have a look at that building for some time for which I had waited so long. That was the time when I thought whatever I planned; I had achieved. This was the journey that started from my first class and had reached to college.

Gone are the days, when my mother used to leave me at my school with that small tiffin in which I mostly had Paratha to eat with mango pickle. My mom used to kiss me on my cheeks before dropping me off.

My dad used to be a serviceman, so he never got time to drop me at my school. But when my school used to be over, my mother always reached  on time waiting for me near the gate. She was never late, not even for a single day.

            It was a journey which started from that day when she used to hold my bag and my hand together saying me that I will be an officer in the future. she wanted to see me performing on stage in front of thousands of people. she used to appreciate me on every small achievement. She never lost faith in me even though I failed many times.

            I passed from 1st class to 2nd from 2nd to 3^rd till the 12th. After 13 years, I am able to reach in this college. I missed the days when my mother used to be with me.

When the first day of this college is over, she will not come and hold my hand like she used to in my childhood days. Today, I feel very strange because this hard work hasbrought me so much ahead of her. My heart cries at this thought that I won’t be able to go back to my sweet home and embrace my mother as well. But I know that my home will keep on waiting for me.

Kuch  Khaas  
Marammat ka Mujhe intjaarhai !
Kyun Is makaa mein tooti hui ek diwaar hai !!
Log Ghar mein reh sakein koshish hai aajkal,
Toonfa bhi aa gaya hai chaton mein darar hai !!
Varshon se chup khada hai, Ghar ka duaar hai,
Main laut ke aaunga kyun Use Aitbaar hai !!
Ghar mein mere diwaarUthanelage hain log,

Sooni Gali mein Jhaankta wo baar baar hai !!
Jehreele Sajar pe bhi aa gayi Bahar hai,
Panchi ka Ghonsla bhi uspe pehli baar hai !!
Ghar mein Sajar khada hai kyun kaatte hain log,
Jehreela hai magar wo bada Chanvdaar hai !!
Saanpon ke bil bhi ghar mein
kai ek hajaar hain,

Ghar ko girane
ki mere, Kyun sabki Pukaar hai !!
Diwali   holi  khel  ke  jismein  bada  hua,
Kaise  gira  dun  ghar  jismein
maa kya pyar hai !! 

My babyhood has passed and now I have become so-called an adult.

I looked at my college’s building and thought that I paid many things to get inside this big building. The first step was going to change my life. I was alone,No one was there to support me. I looked at the building again and told myself that I have given many exams to get here. I have spent many hours with my old chair and table so that I could reach here. It used to be in my dreams. If you work hard, Dreams come true. I have turned them into reality with the hard work and blessing of my family.But I still need to achieve many dreams which are not so easy. I looked at the sun which I used to see from my home. It was still with me, but it reminded me that it will say Goodbye once again as it has kept on saying to this world for centuries. I have to be ready for upcoming four years of my college life.

            Before heading towards the main building, I got a glimpse  of my family in the mind.

I stepped inside the building and looked here and there for some time. Suddenly I was in a labyrinth because I was not able to find that where I was supposed to attend my class. I started reacting such as a free radical with a positive charge. People who were therelooked at me with the same sense. They were like a compound with two to four elements,But no one was interested in making a chemical bondage with me.

I was alone and could have moved anywhere in any Group, but no one was interested in me. It generally happens in a group that you are not allowed to leave the group without informing anyone. They all were as sucha potent compound so it was also not possible for them to disturb this free radical. I was in a dilemma. A senior was passing by so I thought I would talk to him.

“Excuse me could you please tell me where the first semester classes are taking place?” I asked him.

            He heard my sentence, processed it in his mind's dictionary in which he found that the first-semesterword was fragile and suddenly replied with the bold voice.

“Do you even know how to talk to your seniors?”

He was tall and skinny. He was so emaciated that he could hardly stand and his eyes looked like they have not seen any beautiful girl for decades. He was holding eyes in his body with some kind of glue.

            I couldn’t say anything to him, but I thought, “How would I know the way of dealing with the seniors? What the hell is this?”

            He gave me such a weird look and finally said, come to my room in the evening in hostel number four.

The worst part was that I was not even made aware of my hostel number and room number correctly. I didn’t say anything and moved on in the other direction. I tried to search for my class here and there but was powerless to find it.

After some time, I found that I was not the only one who was not able to find the class, but there was someone else too who was in the same state.

“Excuse me, sir, could you please tell me where the first semester’s classes are going on?” A girl was in front of me. She had spectacles on her small black eyes; she was so strained that her hair was falling down on her white color suit,but she didn’t even notice it. She repeated the same question again.

            I heard her query, smiled and thought that she didn’t know that I was also a freshman in this college so I started acting like I was her senior in the same way that senior talked to me. I puffed out my chest with so much pride as if I was the vice-chancellor of the university and replied her in intrepid voice same like that senior.

“Do you even know how to talk to your seniors?”

“Sorry, sir, I am really very sorry, I didn't know you are my senior” She replied after looking at the floor.

“No problem. Next time you don’t need to apologize. By the way, what is your name?” I asked.

“My name is Sadhna, sir, “ she replied with fear even though she didn’t want to.

“Nice name, Sadhna,” I said to her same like other boys give compliments to girls. But she didn’t even smile at my compliment and I thought that she was not the kind of dream girl for whom I was looking for.

            I laughed loudly and said, “Don't worry; I am also a first-year student and searching for the classroom.

“Hi! I am Dev” I took out my hand from a pocket, rubbed it on my trouser and tried for a handshake with her.

            After hearing all this, She got hot under the collar and said in a loud voice, “Are you an insane?”

“No, I am not, but why are you shouting like this at me?” I asked her.

            She was about to slap me due to anger but didn’t say anything to me.

            There was a peon who saw all this. He looked at us like a devil and approached us after hearing all this conversation and asked in a loudvoice.

“Yahankya bazaar meinghoomraheho? Kahan jana hai tum logon ko?”

"What are you searching for?”“Where do you want to go?”“Actually, we are first-year students and we are looking for the first semester classes. Where are they going on?” I told and asked him. He didn’t help me and kept on staring.

Sadhna asked him.

“Bhaiya mujhefirst semester ki class meinjanahaiwokahan par chalrahihain?”

            The peon replied to her with courtesy

“Aap ustarafchalijaaiye.”

            Sadhna went towards his indicated direction, but she didn't ask me to come with her to that class since I didn’t know where exactly the classwas taking place, so I just followed her.

            There wasn’t any professor inside the classroom, but I didn’t understand why the students were so quiet. Perhaps they must have always been so quiet in their life. They were like the professionals of a multinational company. No one was interested in talking to each other. Everyone was in class with full attention.

When I entered the classroom, they looked at me and suddenly, what the hell, they all stood up and wished me:

“Good morning sir!”

            After laughing loudly, I said, “No problem, please sit down.”

            I was so happy because I thought they all were fools, including Sadhna. How come they can wish to a student? When I was in the middle of this thought, I turned back and saw  a man standing over there,with a vast and blurred spectacle on his face, white hairs on his head,wearing a white color shirt, and a blue  trouser. He had a  register in his hand.

            He looked at me threateningly.I didn’t waste my time in understanding that he was my professor.

“Good morning, sir.” I wished him in a flurry and started looking for a seat which could hide me from that awkward situation. I went to the top-most seats; those were least visible to him but within a minute that Professor called me and said “You, just come ahead and sit down in the front row.”

            So I had to settle down like a prisoner in front of him. I saw that no one was there on the first seat except the girls who were just opposite to me. I sat down on that bench such as I was supposed to participate in a 100-meter Olympic race, in which I was  ahead of the rest of the participants. I knew that I was not going to win that race because I was  one of the candidates who used to enjoy this Olympic competition from the audience or to whom people call The Back Benchers.

            I was depressed because it was a class. Girls had their own community. It was such as they were suffering from a very acute disease and due to that, boys didn’t want to sit down near them. I looked behind at Sadhna, but she was silent. She must have been euphoric because I got punished. The Professor started his first process of the day by taking attendance. In between, I gave a little look towards the girls. I saw except for one or two, the rest of them had really spent too much of time on makeup and touchup, but, unfortunately, they  failed to get the right results.

            When I was in the middle of this thought, the Professor announced 1023 which was Sadhna’s roll number. She said in a very straightforward style “Yes, sir” instead of saying “Present, sir.”

After Six people, it was my roll number so I was very attentive like Kaun Banega Karorpati. You have only 30 seconds to answer, but there I had only 3 seconds to win thebattle. When the professor announced my roll number, I replied with “Present, sir” and became silent such as others. I remembered that there used to be a time when I was in 4th class and I used to say JAI BAJRANGWALI instead of saying “present, sir.”That was the development which I had achieved in these 13 years.

            After attendance, the Professor started taking introduction and generally asked about their hobbies. Many of them sang a song; some presented themselves in a professional waya few were not able to speak correctly in Hindi. A lot presented themselves like they were going to launch a missile and have come on a mission from NASA or ISRO,a large number even said in class that they were fans of Katrina and girls said that they were only interested in studying. I think they had never talked to a boy; they didn’t even know this species i.e. boy. Boys were such as aliens to them. They all had taken admission in college only for study.

            But boys were the only one who were going to roam around in college with those aunties who used to work in girl hostels or with those girls who were our seniors.

            After the introduction, the Professor told us that we were going to read many uninteresting chapters. I thought maybe he had too much experience in this field that he even knows how someone feels after hearing such boring lectures,which I also used to hear at the time of school days.

            When the class got over, I went away from my first seat and started focusing on everyone.

            I thought, “Oh my god, what have I done? I have chosen the Mechanical branch.” I was not aware of it but my Lord, I was not excepting this kind of drought of girls here. I knew that there would be an abnormality, but I didn’t know that a Tsunami would pass from this branch in which only boys will survive.

            The next Professor came and did the same thing. I got irritated on my first day after the three classes were over. Everyone gave us a long lecture regardinglife, as every moment teaches you something. You are going to learn a lot of things in this college blah.

            Sadhna turned the pages of  Dev’s diary and stopped reading it. She closed her eyes and started thinking about the same day about which she was reading. Because she was also there when these events took place.

“Are you not getting bored by hearing this lecture which sounds like shit to me?” Dev asked a student who was sitting next to him.

“Sounds like crap?” Kundan started laughing after repeating that line and said, “Dude, you are just awesome in English.”

“Suddenly, the Professor interrupted  and looked at them thoughtfully. He said clamorously  to Dev and Kundan:

“Please don’t talk to each other; else I will have to punish both of you.”

            Everyone started looking at both of them, including Sadhna, just like the young generation starts looking at a girl. They described  her with the term  “HOT.”

“Sorry, sir, we will not talk again.” Kundan and Dev responded together.

            The Professor again began to give a discourse but after some time they both started gossiping. They forgot what they had promised the professor.

“Dude, have you noticed the girls in our class? How filthy they are. All of them seem to be a heroine except few.” Vimal said to Kundan.

“What? They are not filthy at all, dude. You just have a look at their clothes. The good thing about their clothes is that they don’t need to apply too much soap while washing because they are wearing almost no clothes and I feel excited about it. You just encourage them in the name of modern India and one fine day they will wear nothing.” Kundan replied with acruel smile, who was alsopresent in thesame place with Dev. Kundan started laughing loudly. The Professor got fully exasperated and rebuked them again.

“This is the second time I am warning both of you, please don’t chit chat among yourselves.”

“Sorry, sir, we will not make that mistake again” Kundan apologized and dev had to reply the same in compulsion because he too was involved with Kundan.

            Both Kundan and Dev asked topardon and the Professor continued his lecture once again. After some time, Kundan’s phone started ringing and the Professor got fully annoyed this time. Kundan was an obese man of around 150 kg when he stood up from his bench everyone felt like an earthquake passed from the  class.

            The Professor was from Madras. He called Kundan in the accent of Hindi and Tamil. Come out from your seat.

“Ek baarTumdononeecheAajaa.”

It is a dictum in hindi"Gehunkesaath Ghunbhi Pista hai.”So The Professor called  both of them and asked  to solve a question. Unfortunately, no one was good in mathematics but luckily, Dev got the same question which he had mugged up at the time when he was in school and he solved it quickly without any difficulty.

The Professor was impressed by Dev and at least on the first day of his college,he was not thrown out of the class. But Kundan was propelled out of the class because he couldn’t solve  the question.

            Sadhna was in the midst of this reverie when suddenly someone started knocking her room’s door.  She got disturbed and went to open the door.

“What were you up to Sadhana? Why did you take such a long time to open the entrance? It is already7:30 PM,are you aware of it?”Manshiasked Sadhana with anger.

“Nothing, Manshi, I just worshiped and after that I was just reading something imperativeand took ten minutes rest” Sadhana hurled back.

“What is this, Sadhna? You believe in God? I didn’t know it” Manshi asked her with a surprise.

“Yes, I do believe in God; God is the one who looks aftermy family and me. He has always helped me.” Sadhana retaliated.

            Manshistood speechless, but Sadhna discovered by her expressions that Manshi never believed in GOD.

“Let’s have a walk in the lobby of the hostel, Sadhana” Manshi proposed.

“Is it really necessary, Manshi? Actually I was reading something indispensable” Sadhana repeated the same thing.

“Come on, Sadhna, how much will you read? You have always been a topper of our class. You know very well that after our college life gets over, no one over her is ever going to meet each other.  Everyone will be busy in their own life. I really don’tknow what is going to happen to me. What will the future prospects of my life? Who will be my life partner? Whether he will understand me or not? Whenever I start philosophizing this, I get a headache. I really don’t know the rules of this society, Sadhna. Once upon a time, my parents used to tell me that I should notsocialize with boys. But now they want me to get married to a person whom I don’t even know. They have already started planning my marriage. Many boys have seen my photograph and I feel very perplexed. Do you even know that they are asking thirty lakh Rupees as dowry, but my parents don’t have much money to offer. I hate this society and so do such boys who are encouraging this bloody system.”

             Sadhna couldn’t say anything to her, except; everything will be fine and God will look after us. When they were in the middle of this conversation. They saw that there was a twenty-year-old girl who was crying in the lobby. Manshi and Sadhna went near her.

“Why are you crying, we have not seen you in our hostel before” Sadhna enquired. “I have never been away from my family before, they have left me here in this hostel alone and I am really feeling appalling about it.” That girl replied to Sadhna.

1. Romantic Souls: If you appreciate stories that delve into unspoken emotions, missed chances, and the complexities of love, this novel will resonate with you. Dev and Sadhna’s unexpressed feelings create an emotional depth that will tug at your heartstrings.

2. Poetry Lovers: The novel seamlessly blends poetry and prose, creating a lyrical and introspective narrative. If you enjoy beautiful language, metaphors, and poetic reflections, you’ll find solace in this book.

3. Fans of Thought-Provoking Fiction: “Last Question Unanswered” isn’t just a love story; it’s a philosophical exploration. It raises questions about timing, destiny, and the mysteries of the human heart. If you enjoy novels that make you ponder life’s intricacies, this one is worth your time.

4. College Students and Young Adults: The novel is set in an engineering college, capturing the essence of student life, friendships, and dreams. If you’re navigating your own academic journey or reminiscing about college days, you’ll relate to the characters’ experiences.

5. Readers Seeking Unique Narratives: The blend of poetry, romance, and suspense sets this novel apart. If you’re tired of conventional storytelling and crave something fresh and unconventional, give “Last Question Unanswered” a chance.

Remember, reading preferences are subjective, but if any of these resonate with you, consider picking up this novel and immersing yourself in Dev and Sadhna’s unspoken love story. 📚❤️

Setting:

The novel is primarily set in an engineering college, where the lives of the characters intersect. The college environment provides the backdrop for their friendships, dreams, and emotional journeys. As the characters navigate their academic pursuits, they also grapple with personal dilemmas and unspoken feelings.

Plot Summary:

• Dev, the lead character, hands over his personal diary to Sadhna, another student at the college. Their connection is unspoken, filled with curiosity and attraction.
• Sadhna starts reading Dev’s diary, discovering his innermost thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Through the diary, she glimpses into Dev’s world, including his dreams, fears, and unexpressed love.
• The novel weaves together drama, love, poetry, suspense, and mistakes that are common during youth. Dev’s disappearance adds an element of mystery.
• As Sadhna reads, she falls in love with Dev multiple times, but also experiences moments of frustration and confusion. The diary becomes a bridge between them, even though Dev is no longer present.
• The story raises questions about fate, timing, and missed opportunities. Sadhna’s search for Dev becomes a quest for answers, and the novel explores the complexities of unspoken feelings and the impact of choices.
• The novel’s unique blend of poetry and prose adds depth and introspection, making it a captivating read for those who appreciate thought-provoking narratives.

In summary, “Last Question Unanswered” invites readers to explore the intricacies of love, youth, and the unanswered questions that linger in our hearts. 📚❤️