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When Life Takes An Un-Expected...

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Vaibhav Gohel

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Acknowledgement

Here, I take an opportunity to humbly express my

gratitude to all those who are concerned with my first

novel. I would like to share the success of my novel with

the persons who have directly and indirectly helped me

out to complete my first fiction romance novel.

First and foremost I would like to thank my family,

for having faith in me and supporting me throughout my

life.

Thanks to my friends as they are rainbow in my

world, making my life more colorful. A special thanks to

Kunal, Paras, Dharmesh, Aakash, Nandu, Dhruv, Jay,

Jayesh, Hardik, Parth, Amar, Rushid, Rajan, Rajal, Sejal,

Hemangini, Urvashi, Khevana, Rinku, Neetu, Ankita

and Mansi. Thanks to you all.

Thanks to Mr. Inder Kumar & Mr. Vikas Laud for

giving me suggestions about by book.

And finally, thanks to Educreation publication for

providing the platform to publishing this book.

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Dedicated to…

Divyesh Sidpara

Simple Thank you would not be enough for my friend

and brother from another mother. He always stood for

me like a big brother. I would not be able to write the

book without his motivation and support.

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Prologue

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It was 5:00 in the morning. My phone alarm was

ringing like a fiery boss. I already snoozed it five times.

Now I had to wake up as I need to catch the bus at 6:00

A.M. for Ahmedabad. It was a very awkward feeling to

wake up at 5:00 in the morning. After a long time, I felt

happy as I was going back to my college once again for

the alumni re-union.

Two years have been passed since I had seen my

college. The moment when I received mail from my

professor about our alumni meet, I felt charged thinking

that I would meet all my old buddies again with whom I

used to bunk the boring Medicinal Chemistry lectures,

with whom I used to play never-ending antakashari and

dumb-shards during long and stale lab time. I was full of

enthusiasm. Finally, I reached the bus stop. The bus

accelerated to its highest speed immediately when it took

the highway. I just plugged my earphone and started

listening to AKON. I opened gallery in my phone; every

snap had its own story of college time.

To be a pharmacy professional is the third most

honoured course after medical and engineering.

However, there are some exciting and less common facts

about a pharmacy student as follows.

A pharmacy student is a doctor because he studies

pharmacology.

A pharmacy student is an engineer because he

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A pharmacy student is a mathematician because he

learns trigonometry.

A pharmacy student can be an entrepreneur because

he learns management.

In short, a pharmacy student is good in all. But the

tragedy is that the person who is good in all is never the

best in one. Jokes apart, finally, I reached my college –

NIRMA!!

It‟s one of the most reputed universities in Gujarat.

As the name sounds like washing powder „NIRMA‟, it

indeed washes the brains of many students, and the IIT-

like education system just develops one of the most

talented students in the pharmacy stream. (Hope so…!)

As I entered through the main gate, the road

towards pharmacy still remained the same; nothing had

changed at all. The same bright green grass on the

cricket ground; the same dome set for various functions

on the ground; the same fountain on the way towards

pharmacy carrying the same feeling of happiness as had

been two years ago. Lala‟s tea stall can be seen through

barbed-wired steel railing. As I was moving towards the

pharmacy, I could remember every corner in the

university campus, having its own memories. Finally, I

reached the pharmacy building. I was very happy to see

all my idiotic friends. A lot of things changed in attitude

as we all were professionals then, but we still were the

same idiotic friends for each other.

But amongst all, I was quite surprised to see one

face. He was Sunny. He was my junior and the most

mysterious personality in his batch. He was hilarious at

times but highly sarcastic, filled with attitude, and he

had never been serious in his entire life. But main thing

was that he had the most enigmatic personality. He was

a diploma-to-degree student. He was of my age but

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He was the one and only junior with whom I have

spent some of my golden time in college. The only

common thing between us was our roll number. It forced

me to sit beside him during the university exams. Our

casual intro then turned into a quite unorthodox

friendship. I just approached him and hugged him. He

apologised me for not wishing me on my birthday this

year. I would have killed him for that, but believe it or

not, he was the only person who used to wish me first

during the college days. He also gave gifts on my every

birthday.

As the time passed, he just became like my brother

from another mother. I abused him for his behaviour

because he had stopped contacting me. He had changed

his cell number. He had also deleted his Facebook

account and mail id too. After a casual meet with all

other friends, I decided that I should talk to him

personally, so we both went to the canteen. There were

three canteens in the university, but we went to the law

and MCA department canteen which was the most

peaceful place in college.

“So, brother, where the hell are you? I heard that

you have got a job too,” I asked while I gulped the

samosa. He said, “Nothing special dude, sometimes in

life, you need some time for your own counselling.”

As I said earlier, the sarcastic Sunny started

showing his original colour. The person, who doesn‟t

know Sunny, surely would start to feel arid within 5

minutes in his company. But I was quite used to with his

sarcasm. I concentrated more on samosa. I also

borrowed his chutney while he was speaking. I made

sure that he was not aware of my act. I asked, “Where is

my gift for this year?”

He said, “Whatever you want.”

I was quite happy because I was sure that he would

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Kshatriya, who still believes that like the old days,

words committed should be fulfilled in the modern era

even. This quality of him made him different from

others.

He just stood up and went to bring cold drink for

me as he knew that I love samosa more when it‟s with

coke. As he went away, his bag fell down from the table.

Probably, he hadn‟t noticed that. I forgot to tell that he

was also the most casual person in maintaining his

college bag. A film star magazine and some pamphlet-

like materials came out of it, but there was one thing that

drew my attention. It was a diary. I thought it would be

his daily planner. But as I opened it, I got surprised. It

was his personal diary. Cover page was well decorated

with sketch pens and markers. It was his hand-written

autobiography.

Well, as I was going to turn the second page,

suddenly Sunny came and snatched it from me and

yelled at me. I didn‟t understand why he was yelling?

Very soon he realised his mistake and apologised for

that. He said, “Dude, it‟s my life story. The book

contains the deepest secrets of my life. I am going to

burn it the next month on July 2.”

“Why dude? Are you mad? It seems that your life

diary is very close to your heart, and it‟s very precious to

you. Why would you ever want to destroy it?” I asked

him.

“Because it contains chapters which break my heart

from inside and I regret for it every day.” he said.

“Dude, you are not going to destroy it. I want to

read it,” I said.

He denied strongly but as I remembered his promise

about my birthday gift, so I told that I want his diary as

my birthday gift. His expression just changed drastically

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He still denied but I said, “Remember dude, it was

you who seeded a plant of respect for Rajput in me

because you do exactly what you say.”

He then calmed down, and he handed over his diary

to me. While doing this, he just said, “Dude, it‟s my life

and only two persons before you had read this diary.

One is my sister and the other is Lara. I trust you, and

after all you are one of my good friends.”

As he was saying this, his voice turned quite

serious, and I realised that things he had written would

be much more serious than I was expecting. I hugged

him as I thought the situation was demanding it.

He said, “If you haven‟t taken it from me, I was going to

burn it. I had gathered a lot of courage to destroy it.”

I said, “Look bro, don‟t burn your life. It‟s your life and

whatever it would be, it‟s precious that I can guess.”

Then we both departed as there was an

announcement stating, “2009 and 2010 batch students,

please come together in the seminar hall.” Mr.

Karsanbhai Patel was honoured as the Chief Guest who

was also the founder of the institute. He wanted to

interact with us. We both met him finally after the

alumni meet was over. I got his new cell number and I

rushed back to the bus stop as I had the bus scheduled at

8 P.M.

Probably, it might be his love life as he said only

two people read his diary before me. One was his sister

and other was Lara. Now who the hell on this earth is

Lara? I thought it would be quite interesting because

Sunny was one of the most famous but a least personally

known guy in the institute. So I started to read his diary

in the bus instead of hearing music, I opened his diary, I

thought it would intresting….

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Roll No. 13

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Whoever is reading this book, please don‟t read it as it

is my personal asset so please return it to me. I am

Sunny Rajput. A quite simple idiotic fellow, who loves

his attitude and respects more than anything else on the

earth. I am a prince for my mom, but reality is neither I

have good looks like a prince nor I have the prince

material quality. But I am everything to my mom and

papa.

The most interesting thing about me is my “3D”

theory.

Before you start to predict anything, I should tell you my

theory‟s principles:

“There are three things in the world which are

inversely proportional and opposite in nature with me:

1. Drawing

2. Dance and last but the most important one is…

3. Discipline….”

So, these three things can never exist in my

presence.

I am a quite ordinary looking average boy with

average IQ. But who cares? Once upon a time in my

childhood, when my mom was busy with her cooking, I

went to our storeroom where our Primus was covered. I

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don‟t know what came in my mind at that time, I lifted

that Primus with both my hands above my head and

shouted like SHAKTIMAAN – The very popular India‟s

first ever super hero. Kerosene from the Primus was

poured on me. It was a new concept of kerosene bath.

My mom arrived and quickly took Primus away from

me. (I had told you previously that I was my mom‟s

super hero.)

My childhood passed like an average boy‟s

childhood would suppose to be. When I was a kid, I had

never forced to take medicines due to illness because I

loved to eat them. In fact my mom was quite happy that

she never faced trouble while feeding medicine to me

because I used to chew the entire tablet irrespective of

any taste. I didn‟t have any noxious or vomiting

sensations (just like mice).

It made me a suitable person for having drug trials

(my hidden super quality which I came to know after

entering pharmacy). This is the problem of a

professional course student like engineering and

pharmacy; there is always a kind of paranormal activity

running in their minds after getting admission in

engineering or pharmacy. It destroys the normal thinking

capacity by replacing it with its own profession

thoughts. I am not a superhuman. If you find it difficult,

then it‟s your problem not mine because I am also the

same as all other boys of my age.

I think my love for medicines and illnesses was a

sign that I could become a doctor in future. Believe it or

not, I always aspired to become a gynaecologist in my

childhood. I love food, and the yellow colour is my

favourite. [Err … Yellow is his favourite colour? Was he

writing seriously or just wasting paper, ink and time.]

[I must say that he might have been suffered from

jaundice in childhood, as he said that most of his

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had written any list of diseases which he had tackled

quite successfully, but I couldn‟t find them. Still I think

my assumption is right. He must have been suffered

from jaundice. Not because of his favourite colour, but

because his next line boosted my confidence. The colour

other than yellow that he liked was orange. LOL! Thank

God! He has not written apple. (I know it was a very bad

joke.)

Now, I realised why he always used to wear yellow

jersey or T-shirt on every third day of college. Until

then, I was thinking that he might not have sufficient

clothes. But after reading this, I am quite happy that my

misconception has got vivid. The protagonist had the

wild fashion and dressing sense. I started to read it

further.]

As I always aspired to be a doctor, I started

dreaming about I would have my own clinic and a car.

But I never worked hard to fulfil it. It‟s not that I didn‟t

study at all. I got 78% in my SSC. Thereafter the

problem started. I took admission in science stream with

a combination of physics, chemistry and biology. Being

a teenager and due to the hormonal crises of this age, I

was unable to concentrate much on my goal. I spent

most of the time by playing cricket. Paras always gave

me company. He was a typical Swaminarayan follower

and believed in Swamiji. I used to call him swami. Yes,

we bunked lots of lectures together. Because of all these

irresponsive behaviour, I got only 66% in HSC.

That score was very bad for a boy aspiring to be a

doctor.

Still I had one more option left with me, the

management quota. As I belonged to a lower middle

class family, I thought it was not a good option to deal

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With my overall percentage, it was hard to get

admission in degree course in a reputed institute. So, I

chose to do diploma in pharmacy – a two-year

programme that on completion could provide you with

an opportunity to move directly to second year of the

course. It increases study by one year but offers two

qualifications – diploma and degree.

As I went to Ahmedabad for centralised admission

process, I came across NIRMA – probably the best

university in the state. I was disappointed with my

educational performance. But the encouragement I

received from my papa was undeniable.

As I passed through NIRMA, I made a promise to

myself that I could get admission in NIRMA after

completing my diploma. I decided that I would study

sincerely onwards. I was determined to do it at any cost.

It was like a redemption of all my sins I committed by

being irresponsible and complacent throughout my days

in HSC.

Finally, after all admission processes, I got

admission in AITS. It was one of the well-reputed

institutes in my city. After getting admission in

pharmacy, I realised that my love for medicines and

illnesses was signalling me to become a PHARMACIST

instead of a doctor. Thank God! I didn‟t become a

doctor. [Perfect example of human mentality of

criticising the thing which you can‟t achieve, famous

saying in Hindi also “ANGOOR KHATTE HAI…!”]

Finally, my historic career in Pharmacy began.

[Until now, this boy was sounding quite interesting. But

I was wondering why he was going to burn his diary. It

was quite a fun to have it. I mean this boy was having

cool life till now. After reading, my excitement was

increasing just like a gas balloon soaring up in the sky,

just to know that what would have happened next for

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memories. I didn‟t go for refreshment also, because

Sunny‟s life story was getting excited. I turned the next

page.]

Well, it was the first day of my college. I still

remember that sunny day. I went to college; the big

building was quite well constructed. It was constructed

with glass front door. The carbon copy of any other IIT

or IIM building in India. AITS was one of the best

constructed colleges in the city. But as my life was not

going to be too good, so soon as I entered the main

building, I was informed that that building was only for

engineering department. The pharmacy building was

beside the main building. Then I reached the pharmacy

building. It was quite dull. It was built thirty years ago

and was a common building for both science and

pharmacy. Probably, pharmacy lacks in painstaking from

the trustees, I guess. I realised the future of pharmacy on

the first day of my college.

Anyway, I joined the group of guys and girls with

whom I was going to spend my next two golden years of

pharmacy (hopefully). I saw the labs and classrooms.

Classrooms were not so bad but not very good either. It

was well ventilated and had a traditional black board.

And my golden journey of the course started. After a

few days, Me, Kishan, Jenny, Vimla and Ami became a

gang because we all were from proper city residentially.

We all used to come from the same route to college in a

city bus. That was the only reason which made us

friends.

After a month, 80% of our classmates changed as

medical course counselling happened. But we all

remained there, and we had not reshuffled. We were

constant like the value of π (3.14). A new bunch of fresh

faces arrived in the college. As we were oldies in the

college, we felt like king of the college. We were having

every right to do raging of our new classmates.


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