Where does my dreams drive me?

That class was full with students. Students? Cracks I mean! Which class I could not find it out? I can recognise many of my friends seating there. Gadu accompanied me like always. We were seating on very left raw corner near window. Parth was very opposite and ahead of two raw, Neil was next to him. Vikunj and Satyam were in the middle of the raw. Abhi where are you? I tried searching but I could not find him. That was a free class and maths teacher did not come so Kavitama’am took the class. She was actually a drawing teacher but today she came for a free class.

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Expense audit has been done for X company. Hopefully, I will get a positive call from Riteshbhai regarding Y Company that he will gather all the documents required for return. Hey, have I already sent proposal to Rupeshbhai? Opps, my good past will save me if I have not. Huuuh, what can I do? Let me share it with Neil, he can join me in May. Yeah it’s a great Idea!

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All demanded for games. Meanwhile, Gadu had already started eating 5-star! (opps, Gadu you keep eating in school days) Ma’am announced ANTAKSHARI and all applauded. Guess what? Next glimpse was Satyam singing on the stage like a rock star! He was shouting for “Mad, mad, mad, there’s a mad inside!” It was going on too charismatic and astonishing for all. A band and his rock were on high pitch!

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"Hey Neil, tell me one thing yar. Can I send all the ITR V in one post to Bangalore? Oh thank god, will definitely save my lot of costs. Actually I am on a bike and there’s a crane running for a fly over construction. Are you getting free on 15th May from exams? Right? I want you to join me for that fixed asset assignment yar! Yeah I can tell them to start from 3rd week of May don’t worry. Yeah call you in the evening once I get a confirmation from them. Ciya!"

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“Oh it’s You...!” “Hey no! I cannot sing please?” I never sang before and that also against almost 50 people. People? I must say all mad. “You have to dude, Common Chota Don!” Vikunj was yelling like I was being offered for Bharat Ratna. Suddenly that class room looked like boxing ring, Parth was looking like Mike Tyson as he had already started screaming my name – “Gomsiiiiiii.....Gomsiiii....tak tak tak! Gomsiiiiiii.....Gomsiiii....tak tak tak!” That tak tak tak were pats on the bench and for me it was an all set bell for boxing.

Tak tak tak! Tak tak tak! Ting dingggggggg!“How many are there for lunch?” Ah, cook again and the same pathetic reply – “Make a tea at least!” – Seekers demanded.