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Just another Fiction from me! I think am boring you all with my routine stuffs rather than showing difference in my writings. But this post is so close to my heart. I hope you all will start dreaming when u finish this story. This post was selected by blogadda as one of their Tangy Tuesday Pick

It was 7pm then… I closed my maths book and was thinking about watching CN (Cartoon Network obviously!). But my dad was sitting as a guard near the TV, preventing me from watching Tom & Jerry

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It was my mobile’s tone… The cutest of all the message alerts I have ever had. Wow!!! A text for me….I hastily picked up the mobile from the table…

Message:
hey Jaanu… Don 4get 2 bring d cake v bot tis evg!! Tis time v gonna cut it in bus itself J C u tomo in bus den!!

I replied --
“wow in bus itself!!! Cool…. U bet… b4n…”
--“delivered to Nike”…

It was from my best friend Nikita. You know how it feels to celebrate the birthdays of our dear ones!? Oh man… you cannot put that down in words, that too when you are in your teens and that too in college days. Spending a penny for a good cause (??)!!! With nothing much in your pockets... Those were wonderful excitements and thrills. Just imagine them and you will get into that mood, Arey party mood yaar.

My dad would give me 200 rupees per month. Slowly I pestered him for a hike in my pocket money, as I kept moving from first year to final year of my college. But I would plan well and spend the money so that I don’t end up bankrupt & sit without celebrations at such occasion

And the next day morning, with the backpack, I was standing in the bus stop awaiting my college bus with all the excitement to celebrate the birthday of one of my buddies appu (actually her name is Aparna and we call her appu), obviously with the birthday cake in my other hand packed well. Here comes the yellow ride!!! That’s how we call our college bus! Though its usual that we mock our college buses a lot calling all the names, we really enjoy the ride a lot daily… We play, sleep, eat, and even write the assignments. Believe me, half of my assignments were written in my college bus only.

I got into the bus and it started moving again. Nikita was eagerly waiting to see me bring the cake inside…
“hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii”. I waved and threw my bag in a seat.

We soon formed a small circle… Aparna was standing in the center, and Nikita was holding the cake in her hands, with other bus friends surrounding us. I lit the candle and we began the party. We soon cut the cake in the bus itself, smashed the cake pieces and threw creams on each other’s faces. We all screamed "happiee birthday dear appu" in a joyous mood, sprayed the foam around and brought the environment a glow and a glee. Then we sat down laughing merrily and I started cutting the remaining safe-guarded half of the cake and distributed it to others in the bus. I took one piece of the cake and moved towards the driver. He was a very good friend to all of us. And a cheerful person too. He never minds all the shouting and fun we have on the bus daily. And that is one reason we always share such happy moments with him too!!

Oh oh!!! Here comes the trouble…

(As usual) The Maths lecturer woke from her sleep and shouted "wont you ever change at all??? yesterday evening, I warned all you guys not to behave like animals inside this bus!!! But you never seem to listen at all... aaaanimals!!! Wilddd aaaanimals!!! ". It was Ms.Amudha, our Maths lecturer in our college. You know what? All the other department lecturers always have a complex (if am right) that the students will not respect them, or bother about them once they cross their two years in the engineering colleges. It is obvious, because there will not be any Language or maths classes from third year onwards and so we wont have an opportunity, even talk with them!! And so the first year lecturers always behave in an indifferent manner (??) towards the students and show their ‘attitude’ towards us.

She continued, "So… today I am going to take this very seriously.. you, you and you (pointing to me, Nikita and Aparna). Yes… three of you! . Don’t run away after getting down from the bus, I have already hinted about you three to the Vice-Principal many times. I will take you 3 Monsters(?!) to the VP today as soon as we reach college." (You should have seen her face then!! boy oh boy... I like it when her face turns this way)

Poor appu uttered silently, “Every stupid thing happens on my birthday!!”. Myself and Nikita consoled her in a best possible way that occurred to us! Ms.Amudha continued her sleep after this short inane session and we sat quietly in the bus after that without any other option. The bus neared the college gate, gave a jerk and stopped. All of them got down from the bus, and we three stood behind, discussed what to talk to VP and then followed our Maths Ma’am. She walked very happily as though she had achieved something great!

Meanwhile, I took my mobile out from my kit, and hastily typed a text to Anjali, the girl who sits besides me in my class…
“Wil b late, gimme attendance...”
And waited hastily to just to see
---“delivered to Anju”…

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I pushed the keypad of my mobile to cut the alert. Ms.Amudha was starring at me then!!
It was the reply from Anjali…

Message:
“oki oki done bt hey cum soonnn :P
& hey… did u get my msg last nit… I had asked u 2 bring a LAYS’ packet as we have d seminar 2day… u kno na? I wil fal asleep if I don’t munch!!! I cant get caught once again to tat humpty-dumpty sir 2day!!! ”

I couldn’t stop giggling on seeing her reply. I just had only a few seconds of time to send this much alone as the reply to her …
“yeah!”
---“delivered to Anju”…

'Huff!!! This woman, She is a lady Hitler', I thought to myself and we followed her and waited near the VP's cabin. Our VP is a pleasant man in his early fifties. After a few minutes, Ms.Amudha came out, along with the VP with huge sense of pride. Dean was in his neatly pressed suit, his usual attire. He almost knew every single student in the college. So he knew us very well as we were in the so-called “hit list” always.

“Students, I know you three are the naughtiest of all in this bus”. He turned towards English ma’m and looked at her. She nodded back happily imagining that we are going to be given severe punishments. He turned to us again and continued, “I know how it feels to celebrate the birthdays of our friends. But please do not disturb others for that". After saying this, he smiled at us, and hurriedly walked past behind us to his car. Oh Wow wow wow!! is this is what you call luck? The three of us replied in chorus "Sorry sir… ". We smiled at our ma’am sheepishly and she in turn did the same for she had expected something and something else churned out…

She walked away in dismay towards the Maths Department. We three saw each other, started with a smile, ended in a laugh. After that short giggles, we waved “good byes”. We all are from different departments of engineering and so walked to our respective classrooms…

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Message:
“WRU ?? cum soon…”
It was Anjali..

I took my mobile out and selected silent profile; I was nearing my classroom. I peeped inside my class through the window. Thank God, it was not Maths hour for now and gleefully entered into the class telling an excuse to Data Structures ma'am for my late entry and sat in my place. I started telling Anjali all the happenings from the morning, while copying the problem from the blackboard in my note…

A sudden jerk jolted me off the seat..oh!!! What place is this…? I opened my eyes, just to find out that I am sitting in the same old bus but... no wait… the bus color is white now… what happened ?? I sat erect, rubbed my eyes found my S/W company's tag(ID) hanging from my neck.. A dream? No no... I was back in my college days. Oh those sweet memories. And then it was my mobile again

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Wow!!! A text for me. I hastily picked up the mobile from my kit. Remembering those good old days
Message: “Status call at 8.30 am… Pl assemble at C3- Conference hall.. Pass the msg to others”

It was from one of my Project members! Oh no.. not again. The bus reached IT Corridor, then to my office. I got down and as usual walked deplorably towards C3 and swiped my card. I muttered myself, “I wish I get back that Golden Era - my college life again!”

THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO ALL MY COLLEGE MATES!

P.S: Dreaming? Come back and tell me what you felt! eS eM eSSSS is the Message tone I still have in my mobile!

With Love,

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