” Putting back the value of x into original equation , we could obtain y and then the rest of the problem seems to be ok .. But what about the remaining problems , what about this probability question , it seems to be too complex ..how am i going to relate these union of two sets to intersection of other two ..and this calculus problem , is this optimization alright ? can maxima be achieved? ..“
“Wake up Rehaan ! We are almost there ….“
“What ! yeah mom ..“
Never i realized i had been sleeping since i finished reading ” Five Point Someone ” by Chetan Bhagat for 10th time now and was now sweating heavily …sweat not from the rays coming from outside , but from my dream of solving the JEE mathematics paper again ..( I was sufficiently good in mathematics ,infact better than many , but cannot stop these dream from coming ..) and yes , i was reading FPS for one last time before taking a dive into the vast world of IIT Delhi . Yes , i had cracked JEE this year with a rank of 40 ( despite all these dreams throughout two years ) and took Computer Science and now was sitting in the back seat with mom and Dad in front seat of car ..
Outside the window , i could see the hustling and bustling crowds of Delhi ..it was 8:30 in morning , we had started at 3:00 in the morning from our home town ( too early , i suppose )and i was too excited to sleep , so picked up this amazing and strange book …
Looking outside , i rewinded my life of past two years…
It had been a tough journey all these two years ,staying away from parents in a hostel in Chandigarh , constant study for most of the time , sometimes more than 12 hours a day , uni directional focus ,dedication to the subjects, tensions of faring well in tests at tuitions , FIITJEE and Brilliant’s test series and everything that a student does to crack JEE.. and then came the day..the D – day as most of my friends put it ..the day when we were supposed to sit for JEE . I recalled how i could not sleep the night before , thinking about the exam , how i woke up ( from whatever little sleep i was able to get . Surprisingly , i did not dream that day .. ) and did some problems of mathematics to activate those grey cells inside me ..
The six hours went well , and i was able to solve most of the problems and was confident of securing a good rank … The Dreams are after all just Dreams !
And then finally , the result came ..
Feelings and emotions at seeing the numerical 40 on the white screen of computer could not be described in words ..most of my friends were able to get through and everything seemed to be a fairytale at that moment … How i thanked all the relatives , received all the congrats with a smile on my face ( that emulated the smile of scientists in the NCERT books )..
Now that the aim had been realized , and i got the stream which i wanted ( actually not wanted , the stream which was considered best ..no idea of choice ) it was time to gather some information about this grand institute ..most of the surfing on net , labelled it as the premier institute in under graduate studies , one of the best in India . ( no new thing , already knew that before ..though each new line saying the same thing was a delight to read ..)
and then i came across this book , “FPS” in short by an IIT alumni and what a book ! the whole foundations of a perfect institute , where students go -> study in classes -> come back and study themselves -> have good sleep -> and then same routine .. were shaken . One of the character , Ryan , caught my attention like no other …His persona was entirely different from me ,not a bit of data comprising our brains was similiar , but i was fascinated by his cool , surprised by his attitude towards girls , horrified by his actions ..and vowed to myself never to emulate him ( Later I realized , that vow was never made …)
While thinking all this , i never realized the relativity of time and now , before me were written those majestic words ” Indian Institiute of Technology , Delhi ” in gold over a black marble plate . How i dream t ( other than my math dreams) to be in this institute and now everything was turning into a reality … The guard was quickly frisking away the vehicles and i was also surprised to see the long line of cars in front of us ( So many people got selected ??)
We had reached IIT Main gate by 9 , one hour before the scheduled time for room allotment . I was allotted Aravali hostel , oldest of all the hostels here ( was little disappointed not to get Kumaon , the hostel where Ryan , Hari and alok had done all those great things )..
We reached Aravali after traveling a good 1.4 Kms from the Main Gate , and to my surprise , the list of room partners was already put there ..i had been assigned with someone called Harman Roy from Gwalior ..He had got Electrical and had not turned up till now.. Our room was on the top floor D-6( the room that you will realize later , will have many anecdotes to narrate )…
” Ok , Rehaan , go and do the paperwork with your Dad and i will clean up and set this room ” as we reached to out room ..
” sure , mom “
So , i went down and filled various forms ..it was great to see so many smiling faces around , the faces which were going to be embedded in my memory forever ( So i thought ) ..
All of sudden ,pushing others aside , a tall and lanky boy came running towards the admission desk , where i was filling my forms ..
(panting)” Is the registration over ?..“
“What’s your name ?”
” Harman Roy ..“
**ENOUGH OF REHAAN , HARI TAKES YOU BACK IN TIME -(a little ) AT 6AM **
“HARI!!! It’s almost time , why do you want to be late everywhere ? May be if we reach a little early, you might get a good room….” , shouted my mom.
My mom thinks going on a registration before time might help you to get a room of your choice and more importantly a roommate. To be very honest , i wanted to avoid all that ‘ decision making stuff done by my mom and nanaji viz this ones east facing , this one seems to be bigger , there is good sunlight here in this one….and ya …that guy seems to be descent , not very broad or tall , he has a military background…must be drinking…avoid!(shit!) he is too strong for you – might beat you to death if you argue and the list goes on…. , ‘ and so i wished that IIT had already done that little bit of decision making for me.
Well , Hi , I am Harman Roy , aka Hari , having my breakfast at my Nanaji’s house before leaving for Indian Institute of Technology , Delhi , the college in which I have gained a seat for myself in Electrical Engineering. I remember the day when the results were out , when i had entered my roll no. to see what , people say , only one percent of the applicants are able to see
Qualified for Counselling.
All India Rank : 158
“Okay!Whew!”, was my reaction to the computer screen.I was glad having made it , rather relaxed. What else can you expect from a guy , who had literally burnt his ass for two long years!!
I was supposed to be happy but ,to be very frank , i was not, nor was i sad , rather - i was blank , something long and assuming a very prominent part in my life had ended , as if a person in a race has finally reached the goal , which , to his surprise , turns out to be a maze , little does he know what his next goal is , and may be he was better earlier – running , thinking and doing something.
After the results , i realized one more thing , IITs have certainly got big name . Soon , I was in local newspapers of my small town , Gwalior , didn’t know burning your ass can take you to the front pages!!!
Then like most other people , having no particular interest whatsoever , i opted for electrical engineering , going by the trends of previous years , in IIT DELHI , mainly because quite a lot of my family members lived there , and I , somehow , had an inclination towards the only IIT in a metro , the one on which there was a famous book titled – Five Point Someone.
“ARAVALI” , shouted the guard to his counterpart , as I told him the hostel we were heading to , at the gates of IIT . Security was supposed to be good because IITs are ‘ a high security zone , of national importance and blah blah…’ but they didn’t bother to check the luggage i was carrying, in short – welcome to a government institute of national importance.Ha!
After some 1.5 Kms ride , we reached my hostel , and I could not have expected it to be anymore terrible and rickety.If i start whining about it , i won’t be able to live here , i thought and decided to search for something good and
wow!!!
A list was already put up , assigning us our rooms and room partners. I was more happy than i was on the day of result and even more after seeing my mom’s reaction to it… hehe.
“ D-6 , with some Rehaan Gupta ” , my mom read it to me as if I couldn’t.
“Why does my boy get a room on the top floor when there are so many rooms on the ground ” , my mom went shouting to the warden.
“Its fine madam , it won’t hurt your child if he has to travel three floors of stairs a couple of times in a day” , he replied eying me with a grim look on his face.
Now from where do I come in between ?
“Mom its okay , seriously , rather good, see the positive side of it , the ample sunlight , you know the winters of Delhi , don’t you? “, i convinced my mom getting nervous by the look of the warden.
“And what about the roommate, which department is he in ? ” , she asked.
“Computer Science” , i replied rather mechanically.
“Good” (I hate this notion), she said finally gaining trust on the allotted room and the roomie.
After strolling in the common room, enjoying the snacks – most common and particular of government offices – samosas , for about 20 minutes , I realized that only 5 minutes were left to the closing time for registration.
They cannot be strict about the time. I said to myself.
But why in the name of God ,should I give them a chance to throw me out of the college this soon….
And I ran to the Room , more commonly known as TV room , upstairs and panting I asked to the person on the desk ( the caretaker)
” Is the registration over ?..”
“What’s your name ?”
” Harman Roy ..”
To my relief I did the necessary paperwork ,meanwhile my mom had gone upstairs to see and arrange the room.I checked the list of people who had already arrived , and my eyes stopped on the name they were searching..
“Hi , I am Rehaan , AIR 40 , ur roommate “ , I almost jumped off the ground at this sudden and weird introduction.So here he was , the person I have to share my room with. Of an average build , almost like mine , specky and more importantly extremely happy and excited .
“Hi , I am Harman ” ,said I ,straining every muscle on my face as hard as I can to smile ,( had my AIR been better than 40 , I vd have surely added that in my intro ).
“Err…AIR ? ”
Fuck him!
“158 ” .
And that’s how Rehaan and Harman met , little did they know that they were Ryan and Hari in the making.
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PS: Not in the same league , as the previous two , but a good starting …
PS:We have tried to cut down the humour , as every chapter cannot be same …
PS: Two Authors , little problem of synchronization is there … suggestions are more than welcome.
PS : Attempts have been made to give character insights.
PS: We shall most certainly use the f* word in our every post. 
PS : Chapters are in no way continuous..
PS: Happy Reading…
