Well its month of april...
college has just started..
first day of college.
aur har jagah pe chehal pehal...
new admissions aa rahe hai..
.and apne rooms occupie kar rahe hai..
seniors are getting ready to do some light raging...
as always maan adi jay..dev in cafeteria..
having soup contest.
and as always maan wins..adi
:maan...tum itne fastforward kaise ho..maan.
:zindagi hume apni speed ke hisab se chalna sikha deti hai..jay:
the lonely famous shakespeare of world..maan singh khurana..
maan slaps jay on his head..and all giggle...
suddenly a sweet charming voice comes from behind..
and dev jay and adi in one tone says tumhari hone wali bhabi
and without looking behind..and they start fighting..she is mine and mine..
maan shouts..stop it guys..
The girl gets scared..
he turns back ..finds a girl in babypink and white suit..with heavy chuni..
carrying her jacket in her hands..
maan is mesmerized..
she says sir can you tell me where is the hostel for first year girls..
maan was startled at word sir
..dev had some soup in his mouth which came out as he coughed...
they all knew..maan was the smartest hunk..and still..jay replies..teasingly..:
suniye behanji..wo kya hai na..inhe sadma laga hai..
isliye ye bol nahi payenge kbi..behanji..ab ap hamare gunge yar ko behra bnana chahti hai kya,
maan came out of his dream land and said jay to kuch be bolta rehta hai..
dev and adi singing dost dost na raha..
suddenly a strong voice came from behind..geet putar..tujhe samajh nahi ata..jhali hai kya..arae chal..tere liye chand tare sajaye..maharani ke nakhre..nikami kahi ki..
maan was boiling red hot in anger ..how could someone talk like that to his
princess..silence perched in the cafeteria..
geet was all in tears..yes ..the girl was geet..every one was looking at her..
All eyes which went on her were insulting her..
maan couldnot tolerate her crying..first day..first meeting..and still so much resemblance in pain..he closed his fists tight to control his anger..
he thought..whats happening to him..he is being taken away..
then he convinced himself..mere ma bap bhi meri importance nahi samajhte..shayad isliye..
geet on the other hand ..musted up the courage..and said..chaliye papaji..
and left..as she left..
all the students started gossiping...
1 said kaise gawar khamdan se he..
2nd said pata nahi kaise kaise log aa jate hai yaha..
3rd said no standard..cheap people..suit wali behanji..
maan couldnot bear it any more..he got up and screamed..will you guys stop it..
and went to the guy who said..suit wali behanji..
pulled his collar
and said..teri ma isi colege me padati hai na..wo be suit pehan ke,..matlb tu be gawaro wale behanji type khamdan se hai..bat karta hai ..sala..jab kisi ka dard nahi samaj sakta..to jo sociology ki books padta hai unhe kaise samje ga..
and left with his friends in anger..
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precap..maan in geet ki class..for ragging..
Edited by Chikkipupuapgp - 19 November 2010 at 8:39pm