บททั้งหมดของ Never Fade Away: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The next college semester was due to begin in a few days and the students hoped it would be different this time. They have discussed among themselves and decided not to repeat those things which has caused annoyance and unpleasantness in the last semester. They have decided to plan and organise activities for the next six months- to spend more time participating in competitions, sightseeing or travelling. It is a mixed blessing being a student. At times, it feels cool but then there are times when it feels quite awful. College gives knowledge, experience and confidence to the students during their stay in the campus. They pass out as better persons than when they came in. The students have planned activities for the next semester with ‘Creative Engagement’ as the theme. What most rather every student find irksome is the early morning classes. Some admit that they simply abhor them. Some find them particularly disagreeable if the subject happens to be the ones

There was a sudden, loud and ear-splitting knock at the door. I was rudely shaken out of my deep sleep. I was unwilling to get up to see who was at the door. The noise was loud and sounded urgent. I could not ignore it. I reluctantly got up. I did not recognize the person standing before me. My eyes were still heavy with sleep. I focused my eyes on the person standing at the door with difficulty. It was the security guard. Before I could speak, he said, ‘Warden’s room in five minutes.’ He then turned around and left. I stood rooted to the ground, trying to understand the message the security guard had just delivered. Then I understood what the guard had said. The guard had delivered to me the urgent summons from the hostel warden. Warden Sir was strict and punctual. I needed to rush if I was to make it to his room within the time given. I splashed water on my face and woke up Vineet too. ‘Wake up, Vineet.’ He was fast asleep. I poured a mug of water o

We felt rejuvenated after this wonderful trip and returned to the normal college life. I continued playing cricket. I often had to travel to participate in competitions and championship matches. Aditi wanted to attend every match and every tournament in which I was a part of. She turned out to be my lucky charm. Our friends and colleagues began to spread words about our relationship. There were rumours in the class about our marriage. I did not like it. I did not want our friendship to become the talking point among the students. I could not prevent the tongues wagging. I just ignored them. That was the only wise choice.I was at the peak of my career. I was looking for better alternatives to improve my performance. I was putting in hard work by regular practice. I went for morning jog and did exercise to keep myself fit.It was eight in the morning, I was brushing my teeth and was about to take bath. The first lecture was scheduled at 9:00 am. While I was taking a sho

'Did you commit this crime?’ Sourav sir asked Harshal, who sat across him on a chair. ‘Yes, sir, I accept the charges,’ he said. ‘Are you working under someone’s direction or are you acting on your own?’ sir asked. He did not reply. ‘You killed a young and an innocent girl. Police will ensure the court awards you with extreme punishment for this murder.’ Harshal looked lost and concerned. He went down on his knees and begged the police inspector to get him off the case. ‘Why should I let you free? The court will judge you and do justice to the girl you drove to death,’ said the inspector. ‘Sir, Raghu Raj had asked me to do all this,’ Harshal confessed to the inspector. Sourav left the room where Harshal was being questioned. He came and sat on his desk. He looked at one of his subordinates and said, ‘Pratap, find out where is MLA Raghu Raj.’ Raghu Raj was the national convenor of Rashtrivadi Party. He was a poli

  National Highway 1  'What’s the Raj Nagar situation?’ Manan Gupta asked while driving his car. Bhavan, the person sitting on the adjacent seat, replied, ‘Around ninety percent votes will be in our favour. Ten per cent will go to the other side. Our people are trying to grab those too.’ ‘Trying is not enough. I need hundred percent votes in our favour. Do you understand?’ Manan said angrily. ‘Yes, sir’ ‘Who is in-charge there?’ Manan asked. ‘Kanav Aggarwal.’ ‘Fuck! The boss thinks he can handle the business, but in my opinion he is useless. That idiot is good for nothing. There might have been a time when he was of good use. Today, he is a big zero. He is just a waste. Did you hear me, he is just a waste! You people are idiots!’ Manan infuriated and banged his hand on the dash board. ‘But sir…’ Bhavan tried to say something. Manan cut him short, ‘We need a strong p