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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.
W
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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.
As I lazed around whistling, I heard my favourite dog
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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
room. How I wish it was just to watch the television
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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
from those dreaded Twilight movies; both
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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.
My story was that of a pauper becoming a prince.
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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
me. “The first one from the family who is going to an
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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?
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