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endlessly for even the slightest mistake, which they made with gay abandon. We attended all our classes while the students of other hallowed branches—IT, computers and the like—wasted away their time at the nearby coffee shops or on the college lawns. But at the end of four years, they were the ones who lapped up all the high-paying jobs.
    It was gut wrenching to see guys who hadn’t risked being incinerated in an induction furnace or having a limb sawed off on a lathe machine end up having better lives. All they did day in, day out was sit in front of the computer and write lines of code. No lathes, no welding shops, nothing.
    No lecturers, even.
    On the other hand, we were blessed with the most frustrated and sadistic lot of teachers, none of whom had completed their PhDs in less than a decade. They were the
dumbest
of the lot. Nevertheless, given their limited intelligence and knowledge, their urge to teach was exemplary. It takes a brave man to pretend he is wise when he is not. The combination of these teachers, the lack of girls (Vernita was the only one in our class!), and an uncertain future made the students of mechanical engineering the most frustrated in the entire college. The heaviest drinkers, smokers and dopers of the lot! And when some of us, defeated by life, go on to become professors, the vicious cycle goes on!
    The class went as usual. The frontbenchers jotted everything down, the students in the middle rows pretended to write what the professor said and the backbenchers slept, talked, or texted on their phones.
    ‘Any plans with Smriti tonight?’ Vernita asked.
    ‘Not quite. Things have been a little rocky. It’s not going too well. We’re having some problems.’
    ‘Don’t give me that crap.’
    ‘Seriously.’
    ‘I know you better than that, shit face. You are playing, aren’t you? It’s your bullshit
Let’s break up
game again.’
    Smriti and Vernita were one-time school buddies but at some point somebody bitched about somebody to somebody, and everybody came to know about it and things fell apart. I never went into the details because I have never completely understood what ticks off women. Both of them tried to make me understand but I never got it. Even the most intelligent men find it hard to understand why girls fight. And I was just a dumb guy.
    ‘No, believe me, I am not. I really want to be with her but things are not going well.’
    ‘Whatever. Don’t you hurt the poor girl. I don’t think you ever loved her.’
    ‘Of course, I love her,’ I protested. ‘I won’t hurt her.’
    ‘Anyway, how much did you score this time? I got a damned sixty-two. I think all the professors are just biased against me,’ she said.
    ‘Sixty-nine per cent,’ I said, proudly.
    Since Vernita and Smriti weren’t friends any longer, I could afford to tell her what I had really scored. Smriti would never know that I had lied about my marks or that I had improved over the last semester, with a good five per cent increase.
    ‘What the fuck? That’s five more than what you scored in the last semester. Congratulations, Deb!’
    ‘Yup. Thanks,’ I beamed.
    ‘I am sure you study the whole night and don’t tell us. You are taking tuitions, aren’t you? Such an asshole,’ she said and made no attempt whatsoever to hide her displeasure.



Chapter 3
    ‘Whoever goes to a place like that?’ I asked, voicing the opinion of Virender and Yogender, who were still swearing at us for dragging them out of their hostel. JCB was the most notorious hostel that year because of these two guys. Every few days, they would catch some innocent guys, make them throw a big booze party on some pretext and turn the washrooms in the hostel into a puke dump.
    ‘It’ll be fun, trust me. And we can’t let these free passes go waste! You have no idea how rare these are,’ Shrey said.
    ‘Shut up, man! Let us go to a coffee shop or watch a movie. Why drive all the way there? We have bloody exams in a few days,’