Part 10

24.

 Exams over! A couple of days of mourning over the marks, and we guys were back to doing what we did the best, BAKCHODI. Now I had turned into a mockery doll for all the guys in my gang. Whenever I would hang around with Sabinah, those idiots would keep on shouting my name. Pant, that son of a bitch, would go as far as calling me Mulla, or I thought he did. He just used to pretend as if he was saying so, though no sound came out of his mouth.Really, had Sabinah noticed it, she would have kicked me out of her life then and there itself.

It was a really lovely feeling to be with her. But you know, there would always be some body to spoil the party. In this case it was Sandhya. Not always, most of the times. At times she would nag me about the computer project, which was, honestly, single days work. But I pretended as if the weight of the whole world was on my shoulders. Okay now I won’t go into those hindi film style romantic conversation. Though I rarely had those kind of conversations with her. I’d skip that part. But yeah it was now widely known among my group of me hanging around with her, and, ofcourse, Sandhya as a complimentary voucher. As Atul used to put it, AWESOME THREESOME. He was at the front making fun of me.Sometimes I felt like laying him down on the table and spanking his fatty bums red (Hey now, I am saying that just for the sake of saying that. Not to be taken literally). The best part of it, the look on KRISHNA’s face  when he would see me wandering around with her, PRICELESS. Now he wouldn’t take a head on fight with me. A number of contributing factors I guess. One of the being my increased friendship with Milo a.k.a Milo and Milo had some kind of fight with him. Second, my switch over from SMACKERS to them doggy gang. Yeah. If you have all rowdy boys as your group, people would think twice before messing with you.

Though having painted this rosy picture, everything wasn’t so smooth in institute. FUCK Safdar for that. He always made me look like a moron there. Always poking some kind of joke here and there on me. I sometimes wished I could get a hold of that son of a bitch outside the institute.

‘To homework discuss kar liya jaye,’ Safdar opened his damned mouth as he got ready to start the class. He held a sheet of paper with questions printed on it. He slowly went through every question, discussing those that students found tough. As he moved through the questions, one of the brightest student of the class interrupted.

‘Sir, third question nahi hua,’

‘Kya baat kar rahe ho. Ye bhi nahi kar paye ho,’ Safdar looked baffled.

‘Nahi sir. Samajh nahi aya,’ Poor guy confessed.

‘Achcha? Limit of function x upon cot nx when x tends to pi by two is infinity. Find the value of ‘N’. Mr. R K Puram kahan hai?’ Safdar started looking around in class till he spotted me. Poor me. He had developed a special liking for me. Jatin sat snickering next to me.

‘Remind me to whoop your ass after I kill him, you son of a bitch,’ I whispered to Jatin and then forced my lazy butt to stand.

‘Yes sir.’ I said obediently.

‘Batao ye question kiye ho,’ He asked.

‘Yes sir.’ I spoke.

 I won’t risk that dumb fuck. I attempted all questions. Reaching the solution was a different question altogether. And reading out the solution in front of whole batch was a horrocore rape case. GANG BANG!

‘Are to bataoooo! Invition dena padega!’

‘Sir N is equal to One,’ I said slowly and loudly.

‘Dekho! Dekho! Usne tak bata diya!’ Safdar said to the other student who had brought up the doubt.

‘Bhenchod iski gand mei wahi marker de dena chahiye,’ I muttered as I sat down.

‘Na! Chota pad jaega!’ Jatin said.

Definitely one person I’d love to see getting bashed.

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October was almost over. But looking at the time remaining, November, December, January and February, I did feel relaxed. A lot of time man. No need to worry. Pre boards were at the December end, stretching into January. Then were the board practicals from mid January upto February. Much time, isn’t it. That is what everybody thinks, until the time is already over.

‘You just won’t understand. Will you? When we were in twelth we had barely time to breathe. But you here waste your whole time infront of this computer. This is not at all acceptable,’ My uncle kept on serving me with doses now and then whenever he would catch me in front of the computer. He still had an expectation that I would score awesome marks, ninety something, in twelth. But the most important of all, clearing IIT was on his cards. Sometimes people could be too optimistic. I was used to these doses now(Resistant would be a better word). Uncle just won’t understand that he can’t force anybody to study.All he would do is to force me to find ways to fool him.

At school, I was having a time of my life. Bunking classes, fucking around with guys, and yeah, SABINAH! She was actually the first girl I had this kind of relation with. I was never among those popular guys, after whom girls would swoon. But yeah, I wasn’t also bad looking, not anymore. I thought if I stuck around with her, she would say Yes one day (This thinking of mine was solidified even more as I looked into other couples of our school).

With all the waste of time, we enter the month of November. Now a feeling of dread would sometimes make me shiver. I still had a hell of a syllabus to cover. But I would soothe myself that I was capable of completing it all.

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We guys were at the playground, having a drink (water) after a really heated game of football. Atul tried to grab the bottle of water from my hand as I resisted.

‘Saale Mulle bhen ke lodhe botal de,’ He shouted.

‘Tum lod isko mulla kyun bolte ho,’ A guy who used to play with us asked.

‘Arre bhaiya aapko nahi pata?’ ABIG said.

‘Na yaar. Tum logo ne kabhi bataaya nahi,’ he replied.

‘ Bechaara Adi. Pyaar ka maara. Ek muslim ladki se pyaar hogya isko,’ Atul sang as he said.

‘Kaunsi muslim ladki. Kahi tum uski to baat nahi kar rahe jo bohot gori si hai. Height mein choti si hai.’ He asked.

‘Aapko kaise pata.’ I asked, surprised.

‘Arre usko to sector chaar mein bohot log jante hai. Abhi ek hafte pehele dikhi thi. Ek bande ke saath ghoom rahi thi,’ He replied.

‘Haawww Adi. Sun bhenchod. LADKE KE SAATH GHOOM RAHI THI. LADKE KE SAATH!’ Atul screamed, stressing on the word ‘LADKE’.

‘Abe to kya hua. Zaruri thodi ki wo uska banda ho. Waise bhi uska koi banda nahi hai,’ I replied.

‘Adi tu abhi bhi nahi samajh raha. Wo tera kaat rahi hai. Wo bhot chant ladki hai. Chhod usko. Dusri ladki pakad le,’ Atul warned.

‘Abe chutiye. Wo mera kyun kaategi yaar.’

‘Bhai wo tu jaane aur  wo khud jaane. Mera jo kaam tha tujhe bataane ka maine bata diya tha pehele hi. Tu nahi maan raha to main kya karu ab,’

‘Abe thik hai. Dekh lunga main wo sab. Tu tension mat le,’

‘Main kyun lunga tension. Teri marzi,’

So soon ended our days chores with the argument. Though the news of Sabinah with another guy did twitch me, I tried to brush it off. Ofcourse, roaming with a guy didn’t mean he is your boyfriend. Or does it?

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‘So how are you,’ I greeted Sabinah as we met during the lunch break. This time I met her after having my lunch. Enough with having to go through hungry. Love is on one side, hunger on other.

‘I am good. What about you? Had your lunch,’

‘Yeah I did. Whatever I could,’

‘What do you mean,’

‘Ah! Nothing. Let us go downstairs,’ As we started walking, we got joined by Sandhya.

‘Oh well, here she makes a threesome,’ I thought with gritted teeth.

‘Hey Adi. What about the project?’ Sandhya asked.

‘Uh yeah! I have the programs ready. You want them?’

‘Yes I do. But I don’t have C++,’

‘Okay no problem. I will give you programs along with the software,’ I offered.

‘Oh! Thank you so much! I was telling this to her that you are so nice,’ Sandhya said.

‘Oh really?’ I asked, feeling a little proud. Now this comment did make me want to help Sandhya a bit more, that too willingly.

‘Yes you are,’ she replied.

‘Thanks. I will surely give…’ Before I could finish my sentence I heard some one calling.

‘Adi!’

‘Adi!’

‘ADIIIIIII’

‘ABE ADI SUN,’

I turned around to find Pant, Atul and other guys along calling me out.

‘Your friends are such a jerk,’ Sandhya said.

‘No No! Listen you go ahead. I’ll catch up with you guys later,’ I left them to join my bitches.

‘Bhen ke lodho. Maa chude tum sabki. Haraamiyo. Saale jab uske saath ho to tab to mat gand maaraa kar,’ I pleaded.

‘Adi maine bajrang dal ko tere baare mein bata diya hai! Wo sab aa rahe tari gaand par lathth bajaane,’ Pant said.

‘Saale tu apni Chikki ko dekh,’ I said and covered myself to brace up for the punches to be thrown by him.

‘Chal saale hum jaa rahe hai,’

‘Kahaan?’

‘School bunk!’

‘Abe pakde gaye to?’ I asked.

‘Abe na pakde jaenge! Charulata ki class to hogyi. Ab Sharma ka practical aur fir physical.’

‘Paagal hai yaar. Tera hai physical. Mera to computer hai. Main na aarha,’

‘Abe chal na Adi. Mera bhi computer hai. MAMUN kaunsa badaa padhaata hai,’ Atul said.

‘Abe Mamunn ki baat nahi hai,’ I protested

‘Haan bhenchod. Bandi ke piche tu bhaiyo ko bhulja kutte,’

‘Abe yaar maana kar,’ I tried to put forward my point.

‘Adi agar bhai hai to chalega,’ Atul said, adding few more emotional tortures, which finally I had to give in.

‘Par jaoge kaha?’ I asked.

‘Cyber Café! CS khelenge,’ Rawat replied.

‘Sahi hai! Chalo ab,’ I picked up my bag and we made way for the campus boundary behind the canteen. That was the wall rarely noticed. No security guard could be seen. We quickly jumped outside and ran. I wished that we don’t get caught, which we didn’t. It was a safe bet after all.

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‘Hey, What’s up with Nayan. Havn’t Seen him for a while,’ I asked Milo as we entered the school gate.

‘Bro he has jaundice,’ Milo replied.

‘Oh fuck! How’s he right now?’

‘Don’t know. Hope he is recovering,’ Milo replied glumly.

‘I hope too, Okay. See you,’ I waved him bye as we proceeded towards our classes.

During the lunch, I headed over towards the B section of twelth standard. I needed to hand the C.D. over to Sabinah. I know C.Ds were outdated but I won’t risk giving them a pendrive. No way. I peeped into the room. Some students creating ruckus, but no Sabinah to be seen. I glanced more carefully around. Nope. She wasn’t there. I turned around to see Sandhya approaching.

‘Hey. Let me guess. Looking for Sabinah. Right?’ She said with a teasing smile.

‘No! It’s not always her. I just wanted to hand this over,’ I said, showing her the C.D.

‘Oh! What’s this?’

‘Project. It contains a few project. Choose any one,’ofcourse it didn’t contain what some of you perverted guys are thinking.

‘Okay. Thanks,’ She grabbed the C.D and hurried into the class.

‘Yeah. Some sort of thanks I guess,’ I murmured to myself and left.

I was sleeping during the evening when my phone rang. I didn’t realize it. It was my cousin who woke me from a lovely nap.

‘Oye. Uth! Kisi CHUTIYE ka phone aarha hai,’ Cousin said.

‘Kya? CHutiya?’ I used a little bit of profanity around my cousins.

‘Haan. Khud dekhle,’ He said throwing over the phone. I glanced at the sreen with squinched eyes. ‘Chutiya calling’. It was Atul. I renamed it so to get back on him. He had saved my name as ‘Mulla’ in his phone book(That was the best name I could think of). I picked up the call with a heavy voice.

‘Haallloooo,’

‘Maa ke lodhe kahan hai. Saale itni der se message kar rahe hai,’

‘Abe choo so raha tha. Kya hai?’

‘Khelne na aarha?’

‘Abe yaar so raha hu.’

‘Uthja saale. Jaldi aaja khelne. Tera dost Harsh bhi aaya hai.’

‘Haan Haan. Bhot achcha dost hai. Aata hun das minute mein,’

Twenty minutes later, I entered the ground. I could see them already playin, kicking the football here and there. I was assigned to a team and I did a little bit of running myself. After the game, we continued with what we did religiously, sit under the shed and gossip about all kinds of crap. With Harsh around this time, the gossip was blown with new life.

‘Teri Sabinah se baat kahan tak pohochi?’ Harsh asked.

‘Kahi yak na pohochi. Bas baat hoti hai,’ I tried to dodge his question.

‘Tune pro maara ya nahi?’ He asked. Obviously I wasn’t going to tell him the truth. So I replied in negative.

‘Chutiye to kab bolega? Saale November to aa hi gaya. Classes bas December tak chalegi. Jaldi bol na,’ He tried to preach his thinking.

‘Haan Haan. Bol dunga.’

‘Jaldi bol fir.’

‘Haan bol dunga na.’ He was persistent with the topic of Sabinah. But I was too doing well to ignore him. He was known to get other guys into trouble.