Rahul became restless when his wrist watch teased him endlessly showing 6:45 am. Leaving his motor-bike in the mid-way, he ran desperately ahead piercing the foggy environment. Ultimately, he stopped near the College building and struggled for a while to balance his speeding breath. He gave a slight repeated knocks with his trembling hand on the gate. After several knocks, one muscular man came out in a villainous style. He was Discipline in charge of that college. Before his saying, Rahul gave him a very pleading remark with his eyes.
Then he said “Sir unfortunately my bike got punctured so I could not come on time today. This is my first time sir as you already know. I never became late in my life. Please allow me sir”.
The man in his own style uttered, “Brother, I know that you are very obedient student but we also have to be obedient with our duty, isn’t it? Even if prime minister comes after 6:30 a.m., then also we have to say the same thing. Now go back and come tomorrow on time”.
The D.I. spoke in such a thunderous voice that tears began to roll down Rahul's cheeks, as though releasing the trauma he had endured. Anyhow Rahul managed to turn back his trembling feet which were not habitual to operate in that way.
While he was moving back in a very frustrated mood with his punctured motor bike, a very familiar voice called him from back side. “Hey, Rahul Bro! What's happened? You were also not allowed to go inside? So sad. Don’t worry bro. Later on you will also become habituated like us”. After that there was a roaring laughter. Ignoring their baseless remarks, Rahul directly walked off towards home with his handicapped bike.
“Rahul! Why did you come so early today son? Why there was no class today?”
Rahul didn’t reply anything. He just remained statue while sitting on the side of his bed. “Are you feeling okay, Rahul? What happened?”
A very faint voice appeared; “Mom!! Actually I reached late at the college today because the bike got punctured. I explained the situation and requested so much to the D.I. sir but he was not in a mood to understand and I was sent back. Today there was also final presentation of English article competition that I had to submit our English HOD. You know mom, I have won first position in every college article writing competition, but this time…I'm sorry Mom. Your son failed to make it onto the list. (Rahul sobbed, covering his face).
Mom came to console him and wiped those warm and twinkling tears with her hand.
She almost screamed, “I even don’t understand what types of systems are being used by these colleges.
They ought not to send back the students who go forgetting all such coldness and darkness in such a freezing hour.
This is not the end Rahul. These sort of things keep on happening in everybody's life. After every full stop, there will be new beginning.
I am assured that this chapter will be stood as a milestone in your life from which your writer's creativity will expand even more. Take the examples from the greatest personalities like Einstein and learn from them my dear. Okay, cheer up and be fresh. I will go to kitchen make your favorite lemon tea."
Next day, Rahul reached at the college early than before. First period was English. The English teacher came and started giving lecture on a new lesson “We are not afraid to die”. The bell rang and then he went out as though he was pulled out by the magnet. After that there was an account period. But the account teacher was absent and as a result there was an explosive noise in the classroom.
Meanwhile, one student named Avinash Bahadur Rana gave a very solid punch on the frame hung just beside the empty white board. The college rules and regulations that were imprisoned inside the frame left wounded by the sharp edges of the broken glasses.
Eventually, it seemed that there came a flood of devastation. Third period was Economics. As usual the economics teacher made a sudden entry as per his own style. When he saw the destructive economic status of the classroom, he moved back in a similar way.
An anonymous email was sent to the principal reporting the details of the subsequent disruption in the classroom. After break time, those boys were called on and made to sign on the warning letters by the principal that stated "The College will not grant any excuse until the parents are brought in."
It was Friday and the clock was demonstrating 10:45 am. Rahul was heading towards his home on his Black motor-bike from his college. At a certain distance, he was encircled by four earsplitting motor bikes. After nearly twenty rounds, the motor bikes were stopped as though there was not even a drop of petrol left inside.
Suddenly, one guy named Avinash got off from the bike twisting sinfully the prestigious Khukuri of the Bir Gorkhalis. He looked like a perfect reincarnation of Vampire. His ugly lips switched on “My Dear Reporter, We will surely bring our parents if only you get success this time in telling our names to your Principal”.
What do you mean? I did not say anything to the principal sir. I just only reminded you to stop doing that. Believe me Avinash.
Oh really, I am so sorry whatever I did in the class. And you will never see me doing such acts. Good bye Mr. Einstein!! Within a just few seconds, there poured a pool of blood. Finally, the vultures flew away leaving only the skeleton of the body.
Rahul was immediately taken to the Patan Hospital. The family members and the relatives were pulled away awfully by that shocking news. It was discovered that he was kept in ICU. After one hour, the door was opened making a sick sound and the man dressed in a white overcoat presented himself in front of the gathering mass. Then, his eyes searched the parents of the victim. Instantly, the Parents of Rahul emerged anxiously in front of the God father in a begging style.
The renowned man whose name was Dr. Jeevan Nepal removed his spectacle turning his eyes absolutely blind and declared “You can see your son for the last time. He is no more. Actually, we………”
At the mean time, a medical sister also in a white-uniform rushed from opposite direction and interrupted, “Doctor-Doctor! The patient in bed no.13 has been taking his last breath”. Finally, Saying “Excuse me, please. It’s an emergency”! Dr. Nepal vanished into the other corner of that screaming building.
Afterwards, the dead body of Rahul was brought on a blood stained stretcher piercing the souls of those gathering family members. The Principal was stunned to see the failure of such brilliant and obedient student in the Board Exam of ‘Fate-subject’.
Then, he saw his ill-starred student getting up and begging him mournfully with his shivering bloodless hands “Sir, I have to accomplish my parent’s dream at any cost so I request you to provide me a ‘Transfer Certificate’ as soon as possible because I am running short of time."
