The Scholarship:Episode 3

“Fuck off!! We don’t want to be a mathematician “, some rowdy guys barked at Kishu as he approached them to enlist their participation for the upcoming Junior Mathematics Olympiad.


“Why do you need to use such a language”, said Kishu in a humble yet powerful tone. 

“We will! don’t try to be our teacher Guruji”, the rowdy guys mocked at Kishu.

“Please, I don’t give a fucking shit about you participating in the Olympiad. I was just asked by Sir to ask from everyone for the participation and……”

Kishu was pushed to the ground. The rowdy boys kicked him in his stomach. As they punched him on his nose, he started bleeding instantly. He tried hard to resist them.

He  punched one of them back. But he was all alone.The boys surrounded him and grabbed him by the collar.They assaulted him for another fifteen minutes, before Anirudh, his friend stepped into the matter along with  Surendra Sir.

“Hey!! Stop it! Are you guys out of your mind!!😬 “, the gang started dissipating quickly as Surendra Sir intervened.

“I will kick you out of the school. You don’t deserve to get educated😬 You morons! Get out of here and go spoil the name of your parents somewhere else”, he quickly made the bleeding Kishu sit on the bike and they left for the nearby dispensary.

(To be continued……)

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The Scholarship:Episode 5

​”Why do you always have to brave those rowdy boys”, said anirudh, as they went all the way from hospital to a small lake at the backside of Chachaji’s restaurant,’Padharo Mharo Des’


They sat on the wooden plank placed at the edge of the lake, supported on two tree trunks. They always used to come to this place since their friendship had started.Infact, it was Anirudh who discovered the place. 


They chatted, played and learned their lessons. 

Anirudh was much fond of History and Geography in addition to being a prolific writer. He had written a number of poems that over the time had been appearing in local newspapers across Rajasthan. He dreamt of being a writer and a Teacher one day and teach the children so that they can learn and accomplish their dreams, However, at present he had to accomplish his own, which in a way was a necessity to turn the dreams of others into reality.


“See, I didn’t do it purposely, I just went to ask them to take part in the Mathematics Olympiad as Surendra Sir had told if there would be more participants, the government could sponsor us.”, said Kishu throwing a pebble into the lake, thus generating ripples into the quiet lake. 


“But you shouldn’t have asked them. You know they are just interested in Fooling around. They have no purpose in their lives. But you have!”, said Anirudh.


“Got you bhaii..I won’t do that again”, said Kishu joining his hands and holding his ears .
“But you know what I seriously enjoyed when I slammed them on their faces and one of them on his butt, Hahahahaha😂😂😂”, said Kishu throwing three more pebbles into the lake, this time creating lot more ripples.


“Oh!! C’mon. You hit them. I just can’t believe😯”, said Anirudh appearing to get concerned over Kishu’s aggressive behaviour.


“So what should I have done, just remained there and let them break another three of my bones😬”, said Kishu clinching his fist.


“Relax! Buddy. I am just saying you have a different purpose in your life and I don’t want you to get affected by random people so quickly. Try to ignore and avoid. I am just concerned.”, said Anirudh.


“Leave it! Are you coming with me for the Mathematics Olympiad?”, enquired Kishu.


“I can’t say it as of now. Because I have my Sister’s wedding scheduled the next week and almost every thing has to be managed. Bhaiya(Elder Brother) has already left for Jaisalmer to procure the Caterers and the Band. I have to manage all the relatives as well as look into the preparation part. I hope you understand.”,replied Anirudh.


“……Kishu….Anirudh where are you kids”, chachaji came looking for them.


“Okay! But just one day and the next week I promise, I will finish off my restaurant work early morning and join to help you out for the wedding”, said Kishu standing up with his one hand on Anirudh’s shoulder and another on the tree trunk.


” Okay! Let me see. I will try my best”,said Anirudh.


“That’s my friend, give me five✋”, said Kishu limping towards Chachaji.

(To be continued……..)


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The Scholarship:Episode 4

 “Here you are”, doctor Shukla said handing over the medicines and the prescription to Surendra Sir. “I have mentioned the dosage clearly, immediate medication is important as the open wounds have absorbed infection, But there’s nothing to worry about.I have given the antibiotics and he shall be okay within three days”

“Thank you so much Doctor Saab!”, said Surendra Sir thanking him for his quick response.

Dr. Shukla was a young man who had recently joined the Govt. Hospital, as the Incharge. He had qualified the Combined Medical Services Examination conducted by the UPSC and was one of the key pillars to support the fuctionality of the hospital.

The Govt. Hospital, before he joined, was in a treacherous condition. There were no equipments, proper hygiene was not maintained in the hospital and the patients were rarely attended on time. The emergency ward seemed to be just like a general ward.Any cases that were a little complicated was immediately referred to Jaipur. Basically, the people were really irresponsible and hardly hard any sense of service towards the ailing people.

Only after, Dr. Shukla joined, he attended immediately to the needs of the hospital. He played a similar role as Surendra Sir played in the school. He travelled a million times from the city to the Village to procure Proper Equipments, Medicines , Emergency Machines, an ambulance and recruited many of the able assistants, ward boys and Nurses and kicked off all the inefficient assholes who didn’t even care about a person dying on the stretcher!

He organised the entire Village by conducting various Awareness programmes on deadly diseases like AIDS, Cancer, Tuberculosis and Hepatitis. He was also instrumental in setting up of ‘corner dispensaries’, at nearly all important spots in the village. The ambulance facility was made free within the radius of the village.

” Thank you Doctor Uncle”, said Kishu☺ as he jumped off the chair.” I will surely consume all the medicines on time, and be healthy soon☺💪”

As they came outside Dr. Shukla’s room, Chachaji was waiting for Kishu outside on a wooden bench. He stood up instantly,” What did the Doctor say?”

“Don’t panic uncle”, said Surendra Sir,” He just said some infection has crept into Kishu’s wounds as they remain exposed for long time, but he has given the medicines, he will be okay in few days. Don’t worry.”

“But Sir, I have to appear for the Olympiad”,said Kishu with a determined face. 

Surendra Sir smiled and gently stroked Kishu’s hair and patted his back.”Don’t worry, I shall sponsor your Olympiad. Afterall you are one of the Mathematical Genious of our School, right”

” Of course, I am”, Kishu said as gave a high five to Surendra Sir.

(To be continued……)


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The Scholarship:Episode 2

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The dawn was yet to break. It was cold, the winds chilled up the surroundings even more. Though dark but the moonlight made the sand dunes shimmer under the star studded sky. The Pole star could be seen very clearly as if the Almighty is radiating some light to curb the darkness in the desert.

Kishu got up at 4 AM everyday and cleaned all the utensils. Following this he took his bath and prayed to the small idol of Lord Krishna and Radha Rani.

He had created  a small table, made up of partly broken Plywood and small logs of nearby forestwood. It was supported on bricks and stones, and had a leg room between the supports. He placed his belongings,  the idol of Lord,  his jute bag which carried his school books, a candle which was supported in a tumbler such that all the melted wax collected in it and the candle was never exhausted!

“Chachaji!! Good Morning☺ Have some tea☕”, said Kishu waking him up.

“Good Morning Kishu☺”, replied Chachaji as he sipped the tea after washing his face.

“So, done with the utensils?”

“Yeah! I have even placed them in the Kitchen, please tell Jambal to wipe them once before he starts to cook in them, as I saw lot of cockroaches roaming around last night”, said Kishu arranging his books in the jute school bag.

“And Please have the medicines on time. I have kept them above the cupboard.”

And he took his little bicycle and left for the school.

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School:

“So Children, today we shall begin with the basics of Profit and Loss”,addressed Surendra Sir.

Surendra Gahlot was the only teacher at the Govt. School of the village. He was originally an Engineer but his love for teaching and a passion to make the change, was the reason, the only school in a remote village amidst the sand dunes could actually be functional. He taught nearly all the subjects single handedly and the students loved him too.

He was really dedicated towards making the concepts crystal clear to each and every student of his and helping the talented students with their higher studies in the city, by helping them apply for various scholarships,Government loans and Sponsorship programmes.

Many of his students had already made it to the elite colleges across India, and few of them already settled in Reputed organisations in India and Abroad. He was also intrumental in setting up the solar plant in the school campus which in turn provided electricity to the entire village at Night.

“So Students, you have completed the exercises 1 upto 3 that I gave for homework?”, enquired Surendra Sir.

“Yes! Sir”, the students said in unison.

“Okay! Kishu please collect everyone’s notebook and place it on the table”,

“Right away Sir!”

Tun!!!Tun!! The bell rang indicating lunch hour.

“Okay! Submit your notebooks everyone and we shall meet tomorrow. And yes! Don’t forget to attempt the first ten questions from Profit and Loss Chapter. See you in the evening”,said Surendra Sir as he walked out of the class.

Many of the children who came to study, used to work in the nearby roadside restaurants and in the Market to support their families. And hence the class hours were changed from 7 to 10 in the morning and 4 to 6 in the evening.

“Excuse me Sir! “, said Kishu as he showed his book to sir.

“Yes! Kishu. Do you have any problem solving the questions?”

“No Sir! I just wanted to know if I can appear for the Junior Mathematics Olympiad about which you were talking about yesterday”

“Yeah! Sure. I just forgot to tell the class toady. Actually do one thing ask all your friends if they want to enroll for the same and intimate me by tomorrow morning. If there are enough participants we may get a Government sponsorship for the same”,said Surendra Sir.

“Sure Sir! I would definitely note down their names and give it to you by tomorrow morning”,said Kishu keeping the notebooks on his table.

(To be continued……..)

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Rules Priority Clash😇: Episode 4(Haridwar) : The Disagreement with the boss!!

Spirituality turned the atmosphere  warm. The warmth of Love was enough for two souls to unite.Kushagra had no idea that he was merely an inch away from Pratishtha. Her hair flew with every gust of cool breeze,  touching Kushagra’s face and he closed his eyes engulfing some old memories, some familiar aroma, some familiar feelings….

“Kusshhhh…”, a voice echoed in his head and he suddenly fell apart.

Thousands of bell and loud voices started echoing in his head. He held his head with hands and fell on his knees. He buried his face in his lap. 

“Kush!!…. What happened?  Hey!! Are…are you okay!!…Kushh!!.. Kush..what happened dear!”, Pratishtha said as she climbed up the stairs of the ghat to reach to Kushagra.

She patted him and supported him to stand. He suddenly burst in tears.

“hey!! You’re crying? ..what happened? Tell me…”, she said hugging him tight.

Kushagra drenched her shoulders with his tears. He cried and cried. Like a kid he wept, like a broken soul, like his past was inflicting upon him.

“Stop crying..why…suddenly.. what happened!! We were having a good time, weren’t we?”, said Pratishtha hailing an autorickshaw.

He pushed him sit inside the auto.

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The hotel room:

“Ya! Room no. 201…Right..Okay! By what time shall the order be served?..okay 30 minutes.. Okay..Thank you so much”, she hung up the intercom.

She drew closer to the bed and sat down on a chair near the bed.

Kushagra was lying down with his face buried in the Pillow. He was yet to calm.

“oh!! C’mon..break that awkward silence. At least tell me something, so that I can find a solution to it! Damn it!”, jerked pratishtha.

She stood up and sat on the bed near Kushagra 

“Okay! Listen..just turn to me ..c’mon..yes! Y.yes. ..”, she said turning his head to her lap.

“Life has become so miserable, Pari”, he uttered his first words after forty five minutes of sobbing.

” Why what’s wrong? Tell me. I am there for you!”,she said holding his hands

“All throughout the school life, the college and at the office, I have always tried to be the perfect student and then the perfect employee. I have always given my best in trying to make everyone contented with my work. Still, they leave no stone unturned to humiliate me, to torture me and all that for no fault on my part. A wretched creature does something wrong and all that fucking bastard  does is to tell the Boss that I am responsible for it! “, sighed Kushagra.

He continued,”Life was great when we loved each other. And then you went away, like a gust of clouds, sprinkling few water droplets on me so that I may believe that my life is going to be filled up with water and all I got was a severe drought. You never thought about me! Did you?”

The room was engulfed by silence once again. The little operational noise of the air conditioner was the only sound that could be heard.

Suddenly, a phone rung. It was kushagra’s . The screen flashed, 

” Bastard Boss Calling”

“Just hang up!!”, said Pratishtha.

“Ohh!! Shut up! Don’t get crazy he will fire me. I have to take this.😬Afterall I am his slave chained by the dollars he throws in my bank account.😩”, he swiped his thumb!!

“Good Evening Sir!!”

“What the fuck is this? You think you can randomly go out of station and I am not going to know about it! You better mail me the advisory statements, like now!….Can you hear me…Now!!”, echoed from the speaker of the phone.

Suddenly Pratishtha snatched his phone.

” Just shut up you bloody slave of greed!! Fuck the shit out of yourself, or else I will screw you up so hard that the next day,people won’t be able to recognise their fucking boss. Take the bloody statements in your a**. You bloody asshole.Don’t dare to call him anymore!”, and she hung up.😱😱😱

Kushagra was like😫😰. “What the hell was that!! Are you totally out of your senses. Have you gone crazy!!”

“Yes!! I am crazy. You know I am.Right?”😄😎 said Pratishtha,” and I think you should also try that!!what say!!”

” Oh! Stop being childish. He has my job in his hands. He will screw me.”, Kushagra said.

“Oh! You really think so he will? I have already screwed him up to an extent that he will not be able to recover for the next few days!”., replied Pratishtha with a witty smile”Now do one thing. You’ve watched jab we met. Right? Oh! We saw it together. Shall I tell you anything more?😀😀”

“But I don’t have his photograph. I mean who keeps the photo of his wretched boss”,said Kushagra with a mild smile on his face.😐

“You have your Phone. Now open all your social accounts and block him. C’mon do it!! It will be fun! Trust me it’s gonna be awesome. ….okay. Now go and throw the Sim in the drain. Flush him out of our life”, said an excited, crazy Pratishtha. 

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” You said ‘our life’…”, smiled Kushagra……..(To be Continued)…

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Rules priority Clash😇: Episode 3(Haridwar)

As Kushagra and Pratishtha reach Haridwar, they can feel the change in the air. It is not just the climate which feels pleasing against the harsh Delhi heat that they have gotten used to, but, also the aura of that city, there is a certain peacefulness even in a busy bustling street.

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Lost in his own thoughts, suddenly, Kushagra gets startled with the voice of the taxi driver, “This lodge will suit you perfectly bhaisahab. Its close to the Ghat & a very affordable choice for newly wed couples!” 

“What??”

Shouts an anxious Kushagra. But, Pratishtha interrupts Kushagra in no time by thanking the driver and paying him off to send him away quickly. She grabs Kushagra’s arm and pulls him towards the hotel entrance.

Kushagra exclaims, ‘What was that all about huh? That man just called us newly weds and you went along with it!’ 

To which she replies instantly ‘I cannot believe that a senior executive of a company can be so naive! Do you really think these people will let us live here if they come to know that we are 2 unmarried singles? This is Haridwar not Goa! Now, shut up and let me do all the talking.’ 



They walk towards the reception desk, unaware that the manager has been fondly watching them squabble for a few seconds now. 


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The manager greets them and assuming they are a married couple offers to them the honeymoon suite! Kushagra, about to react but, realizes soon that it would be best for him to stay quiet on noticing Pratishtha’s twitching eyebrows and angry eyes. As they move towards the elevator to see their room, the manager whispers to Kushagra, ‘Sir I think madam seems a little fiesty today. Don’t worry there is a surprise waiting for both of you in the room.’ Kushagra then follows the manager to the elevator with a blank face. As they step into the room, Pratishtha squeaks in delight! It isn’t as luxurious as an actual suite is supposed to be since its just a lodge but, it is still something! They see a bouquet of fresh red roses on the bed and complimentary chocolates near the pillows! As Pratishtha moves towards the window & opens the curtains, they meet their big surprise, a serene view of the mountains with the Ganga flowing towards the Har Ki Pauri Ghat. Kushagra turns around and tells the manager ‘We’ll take it!’ 


After freshening up & gorging on the complimentary refreshments, they head out for the exciting rope-way ride to the famous Mansa Devi Temple.

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On reaching the hilltop, they are left completely awestruck.

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 It is as if the entire city is at their feet, the green trees covering most of the land, the mesmerizing mountain ranges spread all over the vicinity & the serene Ganga flowing from the mountains towards the ghats, spreading her roots everywhere and the cool wind against their calm faces, it feels like heaven to them.
As they stand inside the temple, side by side, smiling, their eyes transfixed on the beautiful idol of Goddess Mansa Devi, a priest comes up to them and says, ‘Do you know why people come so far to this humble temple?’ ‘She is the Manokamna Devi (the wish-granting goddess)!’ On hearing this, both of them smile and close their eyes, bow their heads and whisper a silent prayer to the almighty.’ On the entire way back, none of them speak anything, they just smile and absorb the serenity of the place, in peace…


As the sun seems to set, they pace towards the Har Ki Pauri ghat for Haridwar’s prominent Ganga aarti. 

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And, they are so glad that they do! It is the most alluring thing they have ever seen in their lives. Thousands of people standing besides the flowing holy river with hundreds of tiny diyas floating away, singing the powerful aarti alongside priests with saffron robes and radiant foreheads, giant bells in their hands & enormous smiles on their faces! 


Kushagra and Pratishtha, standing, watching, listening, feeling, the power of that moment, that place. Kushagra moves his gaze from the pure & holy Goddess Ganga to Pratistha’s face, which now glows from the light of the diyas, her sparkling eyes fixed on the river and her soft lips moving in prayer, he realizes he has now seen someone as beautiful as the goddess herself.

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