Survival of the Weakest.

Remember the famous tv soap Chandrakanta? The villain in that serial was more famous than the serial itself.

Krur Singh aka Yakku. How will this person in center (in above pic) look if he wears a formal dress.The instructor was a clone of Yakku.With respect to the serial everyone was well aware of Krur Singh's brutality, how could we expect mercy from his twin brother?

He was a total mismatch just like a donkey within the herd of horses.

It is really hard to control your yawning.It comes from inside.We were feeling sleepy.Suddenly that instructor growled "Hey you!why are you sleeping?".Our drowsiness was gone."LADIES FIRST".A girl was already sleeping.
She was warned by that Yakku the second.

We were distributed a temporary smart card and were sent for an half an hour break.

If the turn ons were: free coffee, auto-flush and automatic boot polish,campus ,the turn off list was huge too.Krur Singh ,was the topper in that list. Relieved I ran out of that room.

The tea shop was too far.The punctuality was a big parameter.I had to choose between tea and breakfast.But my last ten years habit forced me to choose the former.

I had bunked uncountable classes because of this habit.There was a little shop beside our college premises.Boudir Dukaan (Bhabi ki dukaan).That was our gathering spot for tea and snacks.The place was supposed to be banned by Pollution control board of India.It contributed a heavy percentage of the hazardous monoxides and di-oxides then.

But this corporate was not Bhawi ki Dukaan. I had to run.

The neck-tie,locked sleeves were frying me.The only time I can get rid of this,if I pass the training.

Somehow I managed to reach in time.The corporate structures,leave structures,administration all were explained.I was feeling like a corporate after listening to those heavy lectures.

However the hermit was waiting to turn the tiger into mouse again.

We were given our schedule,a really tough one.Now that was not all like the college.Nobody will like to loose his .7k a day.The competitions will be tougher,I could find peoples with strong academics, I was feeling like a toddler in the world of fathers.

"There will be two exams in a gap of 14 days each.The passing percentage is very low this year.Who fails to score over 50% will be given two chances.If you miss the chances you may try next year.Persons will be there to guide you.but you have to study all of your own.You can use the libraries.You will be given computers.This is not your college.So be serious,have a good time,All the best".

The program coordinator announced the battle.

I was already feeling a huge pressure.Many of us were there who had already finished half of the course.They will obviously perform well.Survival of the fittest was on.

Now the studious guys,who used to remain silent in fear of being beaten any time by our college-gang started behaving like gangsters,and guys like me were sitting frightened like the frequently raped sisters of bollywood heroes.

The bank formalities were done.The bullshit bus came playing Odhiya music all the way.Exhausted I came back at night.

The neck-tie was suffocating me.I threw it away,again I collected it back.

I went to have food downstairs.I was already late in the start of race.The roars of the studious tigers started.I finished my coffee standing in the balcony beside the first floor verandah. I was unable to set the starting point.Big waves,small boat and I was without a compass in the midst of the sea.

"Brother,where did you get the coffee?"

I turned to him.Another lost sailor in the sea.