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C.G.P.A College.Girls.Placements.Alcohol

By

Srikanth Polisetti

EDUCREATION PUBLISHING (Since 2011)

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Disclaimer

____________________________________ This novel is completely based on fictional work. Any resemblance to

real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. I am a newbie author .

You might find some typos & unstructured sentences which might

make you unhappy . I am sorry I cant give you a refund but I promise

I will do better next time.


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Acknowledgement

W Thank you, Caroline and Samatha, for your inputs and

support.

Thank you, My MBA classmates, lawyer buddies and

bro’s. IIT wouldn’t have been the same without you

guys. Thanks to IIT Kharagpur, you will always be my

second home.

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Dedication

W This book is dedicated to all the people who took up

engineering and joined an IT firm, hated yourself for

joining the IT firm, took CAT to do an MBA. Got a job

with a high pay, and again hated yourself after

realizing you don’t belong there.

This book is also dedicated to my grandparents and

my parents.

W


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Contents

S.No Chapter Page

1. THE SURPRISE 1

2. THE FAIRYTALE 7

3. NEW FRIENDS, NEW FOES 11

4. KHARAGPUR 17

5. D-DAY 25

6. BONDING 31

7. LOVER’S TREE 39

8. WASHROOM WARS 44

9. LOVE 50

10. NO POWER, NO RESPONSIBILITY 56

11. LE, SENIORS 62

12. LOVE AND SHENANIGANS 70

13. LOVE AND WAR 80

14. TIME PASS 86

15. HANGOVER 94

16. OTHER FRIENDS 101

17. LOVE 2.0 109


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18. EXAMS 117

19. FRESHER’S PARTY 121

20. SWEET & SALT 146

21. CRAPPY BIRTHDAY 172

22. LOVE 3.0 179

23. DEJA VU 185

24. HOME AGAIN 189

25. SUCKER PUNCH 196

26. KNOCKOUT PUNCH 204

27. RETRIBUTION 212

28. WHEN THE AXE FALLS 217

29. WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS... 222

30. A DAY TO REMEMBER 231

31. DISCO 238


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The train moved leisurely, halting at every damn station

on the way. When the local trains also began to surpass

it I knew that this was the worst train I had been on.

Being a light traveller I always chose airplanes over

any other mode of transportation. This time, however,

was different. I had a lot of luggage because obviously

my mum was hell-bent on packing everything for me.

You see, I got selected for MBA program at an

illustrious B-school. And this was the first time I was

leaving home. And as long as first time goes, I felt I

had finally and for the first time achieved something in

my life. I couldn‟t have been more eager to reach my

destination: IIT Kharagpur

As soon as I got settled in the train, I lay down on my

upper berth and opened Face book to gloat in my glory.

As expected, there were about 200 likes and 50 weird

comments on my “Joining school in IIT KGP” status

update. With the latter exceeding the former, these

comments ranged from “Congratulations” to shocking

"how" and "when". Most of the comments looked like

“WTF man how did you get it?”, “Are you drunk?”

“Chutiya kaat raha sala DK bose”. But there also were

comments like “Congrats”, “All the best”, and “We are

proud of you”. I giggled at the comments and

remembered the day I found out I had secured a place

at IIT KHARAGPUR. I don‟t think I was ever so

bewildered myself staring at my computer in my room.

When I opened my Gmail inbox, amidst all the

subscribed emails from the redbus, CAT, pornhub, Face

book, WWE, I found a new email notification that read

“ERP IIT KHARAGPUR” Anticipating another reject

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mail to add to the ever growing list, I clicked on it with

the gloomiest of all assumptions only to read,

“Dear Sri/Ms. KAMAT RAJE,

CONGRATULATIONS! Based on your performance

in the group discussion, personal interview, prior

academic performance and work experience, we are

pleased to make you a provisional offer for admission

to the Master of Human Resource Management

Programme, Department of HUMANITIES &

SOCIAL SCIENCES, Indian Institute of

Technology,”.

Any normal person on seeing that email would have

been on cloud nine, thrilled and happy. But me? I was

shocked! My first reaction „this had to be some kind of

a sick prank played on me by one of my many equally

sick friends‟. I checked and rechecked, clicked and re-

clicked the email to affirm and then it hit me. I was

indeed going to be an IITian soon. And the shock of

this admission hit me bad, like real bad.

It took me almost a whole hour to comprehend the

feeling. I was still numb, dead with expression and cold

as ice to realise all that was happening as indeed true

and real. All my life I have had nothing but rejections,

mediocrity and was the preferred second choice, and

now all this was about to change. One single email

from the greatest institute in the country and I was

ready to take on the world. This was the happiest day in

my life, but I was calm, very calm. I felt like Mahendra

Singh Dhoni when he hit the winning six for India at

the World Cup Match. I took a printout of the email,

folded it carefully and kept it in my wallet pretending

as if nothing had happened.

I came out of my room, went over to the kitchen and

helped myself to some chicken leftovers from the

previous day and put them in the microwave to heat up.

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bark. “Mocha” as we adoringly call him was a Great

Dane, jet black with brownish, fiend-like eyes. He is

the kind of dog whom people are afraid to go near. I

placed the plate of chicken for him and he gobbled in

up in four seconds and wagged his tail asking for more.

I always empathized with Mocha. He was such a

precious beast and his owners were vegetarians! No

wonder, he felt that I was his owner. Mocha hardly had

any freedom; he was always chained and given curd

rice to eat. But when compared to kids born in our

country, Mocha had a better life and more freedom. At

least he wouldn‟t be classified into categories

like„intelligent‟ or „dumb‟ or a ‟hopeless case‟, based

on the ranks received or would be forced by parents to

join IIT coaching classes in fourth standard effectively

ruining their childhood..India is a country where people

first become engineers and then figure out what they

want to do in life. But all that hardly mattered now. The

only thing that mattered now was my would-be Alma

Mater, IIT.

As Mocha licked my hand searching for any missed bits

of chicken, I got out of my reverie, kissed him on his

head and said to him “Mocha, I got through IIT

KHARAGPUR”.

That night I was watching TV and having dinner

simultaneously. I heard the car honk. Damn! My dad

was home. I knew his routine by heart. Those cold

stares with a twisted expression which only meant,

“What a lazy bastard my son is. Back in my days when I

was of his age, TV was a luxury and I used to study

under a candle light.”Though he never said the words

aloud, I knew his thoughts and I was hundred percent

sure about them.

As expected, he glared at me while crossing my path.

He changed into his pyjamas, and came to the TV

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and relax and not start yet another ‟gyan‟ on me.”Stop

changing the channels”, “stick to one channel and

watch it”; “God knows when this boy will understand”.

“What is the status on MICA and IIT, when are the

results coming out?” he grunted.

“I didn’t get short listed in MICA”, I said gawking at

the TV.

He looked at me angrily and said, “Better pull up your

socks and start preparing; don’t waste your time on TV

and in meeting your friends. You must put in at least 8

hours a day, that’s what I did in my childhood .My

parents didn’t give me so many opportunities like I am

giving you ………”, he continued to blabber.

My dad went on and on so much so that even Arnab

Goswami would have been proud of him. The worst

part of his cacophony were the examples he gave, they

were always either repetitive or totally out of place. For

example, “Son you must do MBA in top colleges like

IIM or IIT, you will get a girl like Aishwarya Rai”. Like

seriously, Aishwarya Rai? Why on earth would I want

her? And now? She is married for God‟s sake and the

fact that I might get to marry a married woman was not

so encouraging. Couldn‟t he relate to “Katrina

Kaif”or“Kangana Ranaut”? I would have studied in the

damn darkness for that, forget the candlelight. But his

examples never changed. He never changed.

You should know one thing about my Dad. Even if he

was Dhirubhai Ambani, he would expect me to start

from the post of the watchman. He wanted me to face

all the struggles he had faced. I remember one day

while he was scolding for not getting 100 in maths, he

gave me an example,

“Kamat, I am providing you with everything, but you

just don't study. Abraham Lincoln used to study under

the street lights and see where he reached”.


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“But Dad, why didn‟t he study in the mornings, why

did he show off by studying under the street lights”, I

asked him naively.

He got furious and the admonishment continued. So the

point was, when my dad was in his, and I quote, “his

zone”, you don‟t question; you don‟t answer back, you

simply just wait for him to finish.

After he was done with yet another long lambasting

session, I told him calmly “But Dad IIT results are still

not yet out.”

I guess that just pushed him over the edge.

Continuously spitting fires of dirty stares, he shouted

“Private colleges are not giving you admission, why on

earth would IIT give you an admission? The day you

get a seat in IIT, get drunk, sleep on the road, play your

stupid video games all night long, marry Lindsay

Lohan, I don’t care. There is no way in hell lazy people

like you would get a seat in colleges like IIT and IIM”.

That is it. I had him cornered. My dad thought he was

the King, unaware that I had an ace up my sleeve. Not

just an ace, this was THE ACE, the one ace where all

his kings together would count for nothing, and with his

declaration he had just walked into a perfectly set trap.

Still keeping a straight face, I called out to him.

“Dad?”A growl “hmmph?” came from the big man.

“Dad, I got a call from IIT Kharagpur” There. I had

said it. I had said it inscrutably, so bluntly and with a

poker face

Deep in my head, I knew my dad was astonished, he

knew my jokes always accompanied a smile to go with

it. He looked at my face again, just to confirm my

seriousness, and he saw it was expressionless, “Are you

sure?” he asked me with an enigmatic expression. For

a second there we both looked like Edward and Bella

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expressionless, trying to figure out what the other is

hiding.

“Yes”, I said.

The expression that dawned on my father‟s face was

priceless. Even the MasterCard would have made an ad

on it. It was so worth the twenty-three years long wait.

In short, he was blown away, he didn‟t know what to

do, and he didn‟t know what to say. I had nailed it. And

just so perfectly. As a habit, even when he lost an

argument he would make up by saying something, but

this time I managed to bottle him up even on that

account. All I could remember was Joker‟s dialogue to

Batman in the movie Dark Knight, “You complete me,

what I would do if you were not in Gotham”. I

completed my dad, all his frustration, his anger would

be directed towards me, but then now what can he do?

Just as he figured what next to speak; I gave him the

offer letter from my pocket. He read it silently, He

wanted to smile, congratulate me, but he could not. He

didn‟t speak a word. I knew that night he would not

sleep, not out of anger but out of confusion.

All said and done, my old man would miss me. So

would I.

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The train had reached Visakhapatnam, it was a half an

hour halt and there were many people getting in and out

of the train. A family of three entered and sat near my

berth, trying to adjust my luggage to accommodate

theirs. The father who looked like a grizzly bear scowled

looking at me, “Is this luggage yours?”

“Yes”, I replied, I got down and adjusted my luggage.

The train started moving and soon he asked me where I

was headed.

“Kharagpur”, I replied.

“Are you going to IIT”, comes the next obvious question.

“Yes”, I replied, radiating confidence.

“IIT is a great college, your parents must be so proud,

you have great placements and packages, and you

becomes CEO’s of Fortune 500 companies. This is my

son Chinku”, said the man in a single breathe.

“Son, please tell Chinku the importance of studying hard

and becoming successful”, Grizzly uncle rued. I am sure

somewhere my dad must have felt a pain in his ears. The

kid was hardly twelve. He stared at me blankly.

To add to his agony, his mother chips into the

conversation pleading “Beta, please tell him, to eat

green leafy vegetables. They are good for the brain,

Chinku eats only chicken”

“Chinku, listen to this Bhaiyya”, she said pointing her

finger at me. Poor Chinku! I assure you he must be

thinking what an ass this IIT Bhaiyya was. As if all this

was not enough, an old Bengali from the side berth

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invites himself over into the conversation, oblivious to

Chinku‟s painful „I am so ambushed‟ expression.

“So tell me son, what’s your good name?”

“Kamat, Sir” I reply.

“How many hours did you study in a day? What all have

you sacrificed for getting the seat in IIT? I had a friend

he used to study like 12 hours a day, still didn’t manages

to get a seat in IIT Kharagpur, but that was in old days,

nowadays the competition is fierce, good luck son”, he

blessed me.

If not earlier, I am sure my dad must have heard bells

ringing in his ears now. What the hell was this guy

talking? Did he just say sacrifice, Oh my gosh! I didn‟t

get independence for India; I just got a seat in a college?

“But Sir, I got into MBA-HR program, not in a technical

course”, I tried to explain.

“I admire your humility son; you will go a long way in

future, remember getting into IIT is all that matters.”

“Thanks Sir”, I replied.

This guy was adamant on glorifying me. The imp in me

was telling me to push him a little further; who knows I

would end up being a shining star or something. As far

as I was concerned humility was the last I could

associate myself with. But right now I threw all caution

to the wind. I was a celebrity, so I just sat back, relaxed

and started to enjoy the spot light that was on me, just

like I did for the last few days after I got the call letter

from IIT.

The day after I had told my dad, he called all our

relatives and family friends announcing that I, his son

had secured a place at IIT, he looked happy and proud.

On my part, I didn‟t complain for my increasing fame

and basked in my own damn glory.

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I recall my dad revealing my rank to my relatives and

family friends. He beamed while conveying that I had

achieved a superb rank of 50000 in my AIEEE results.

Technically I got 26254 rank but you see my dad

generally inflates numbers unless it comes to his age or

weight. Anyway who‟s complaining? After the calls he

came to me and said, “I could not sleep yesterday

Kamat, I am proud of you. I am throwing a party for you

on Sunday. Everyone is coming so make sure you are

free and call your useless friends for a drink”.

My mom was thrilled at the news as well. She was

convinced my admission was divine intervention, a

blessing that God had bestowed on me. And she started

some new vrath, some kind of fasting, skipping food on

Thursdays. Moms, I say, hmmpphh!

The last person of my family, my sister was equally

delighted at the news. Knowing her brother, a tad too

well, her initial reaction was shock and utter

bewilderment. The thought that her brother got into IIT

sunk into her ever smart brains only when she was

convinced I did not try the sports quota or the

handicapped quota.

With four days to the party, my time had finally come to

rule, like a king. I woke up at noon, went out, came at

midnight, watched movies till early morning and again

slept till noon. Those days vanished like minutes. My

mom bought me some new clothes and was adamant that

I wore them. And the friends whom I invited refused to

come to the party out of fear of my dad.

It was a party where I was the focus of attention. The

difference was earlier I was called for some gyan,

“Kamat, don’t waste your life”, “What are your

ambitions?”, “look at boys of your age, they have

achieved so much!” Now I was still the focus but the

lights had changed. The same relatives were so proud of

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IIT”, “You made us proud Kamat and so on. There were

a few inquisitive ones asking my dad, “How did Kamat

manage the seat in Lithe always is roaming here and

there, when did he even study?” My dad smiled with the

best answer he could gather, “You see, he has a flash

memory”.

The best moment of the party arrived when I heard one

of my cousins telling her kids “You must study like

Kamat Anna”. I must have laughed my head off, mental

I say. It was so funny because until this day my parents,

my teachers and my neighbours wanted their kids to be

anyone but me, and this declaration was more shocking

of all the ones I was so far witnessing. The party, or

rather call a family reunion was over and people started

dispersing. My uncle approached me laughing, “All your

life you have had fun but guess you worked hard for only

3 months of your life, Congratulations”. From his pocket

he took out a brand new iPhone and congratulated me

again. I was overjoyed. I could not contain my ecstasy. I

was using a Nokia phone for last 10 years because my

father thought I didn‟t deserve a new phone refused to

buy me a phone.

And now I had an Iphone. God, the thing a seat could

bring to you!!

New Phone, New Life. What‟s next?

P


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