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Race Day!

What happens when you put too much fate in one silly machine called computer? Well, that’s what happened! After the first few bikers who crashed into the sand hill, but were not hurt, every system that Avir and Hera banked on crashed, and this time it hurt.

First thing to go out of sync was gear, they did not bring any, all the things that were required to drain the fuel tanks of those bikes to measure the efficiency, were lost. So the efficiency parameter was to be judged by the time taken and make of the bike, which were certainly biased, however there was nowhere to go.

Finally, some approximation based on tank capacity and length of stick was used to judge efficiency, and as soon as data collection was over, it had to be entered in the program, so that the software would announce the winner! The count down had began.

As soon as data was entered and the command for calibration given the damn PC crashed! To never recover again. Plus stage was set with all the dignitaries on dais eager to finish speeches to an applause and get back home, participants were eager to win and photographers ready to click pictures and submit them for tomorrows news. So, there was no time to restart the process.

Next thing, Hera could not believe what he was doing with his hands, pulling out names of bikers on chits to declare a winner, the old fashioned lucky draw! And the damn method licked out to few unworthy beings and Hera found Shiv bargaining for ransom amount and in front of him; it was decided that the unworthy will get second spot so he can pay off his fine levied by college for not attending lectures. Hera started to object for the said vehicle was very ill maintained and could not win on even a single parameter! That’s when a professor stepped in!

The Professor as he was lovingly known for being right, Hera hoped this would give a break through.

Hera: “Sir; this chap’s bike is a total loss making unit, it does not even average 30 KMs per litter and as is old and dusted, can not even run fast, plus is not well maintained and hence causes lot of pollution."

Shiv: “Sir, we do not have our gears and software has crashed, at best we can only do guess work.”

Chap: “And if you do not include me in winners, I will just tell the truth how you have cheated.”

The Professor: “Chap? How much do you want?”

Chap: “At least 2nd position to pay off my fine.”

The Professor: “Ok! Done!” to Shiv “There is always a honest one in a team, manage him.” Pointing to Hera.

Hera had heard that and knew, there is no point in following truth here, so he just gave up and soon was lost in dazzle of flashes from cameras, as he accepted the organizing committees key member’s memento from the president of group of colleges.

Hera was so lost in the flash that he was barely able to make out where the camera was and where he was supposed to stand or who was he holding hands with. In end Hera knew what he wanted from life. The thrill of managing something successfully, and getting the all important recognition for it. The fame!

This was followed by prize distribution and the president winning his patent for designing a oil sump Carbon & Lead emission absorber, which would turn out to be useless as it’s more hazardous to get rid off! Hence it never took off.

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Next Day: Race Day!

It has been said a many times, and it will be said many times more in future and experienced by almost each and every individual who was ever born on this blue pearl of limitless or rather of unmeasured universe of ours; that planning does not work, specially when you are not in control of your own or anyone else’s life that you want to plan along with yours. And race is one such thing, where limitless entities interfere, and when its almost free for all to enter race, plan is bound to fail; sooner than latter.

The day for Hera started with sweet memories of yesterdays gift, his dad had also enjoyed the fresh chapaties made by Monsoon in dinner; the conversation was on repeat in Hera’s head.

Dad: “Hmmm…there seem to be new chapaties in box; I had thought we had finished them.”

Hera: “Yes! We had, these are made by my friend, who came to see me today!”

Dad: “They are soft! It feels good to eat fresh food again! Even curry is good! Nice of your friend to do so! What’s her name?”

Hera: Feeling little awkward, talking about her with his Dad! “Monsoon!” With an embarrassed look on his face!

Dad: Sensing awkwardness! “Hmmmm…. Sometime she should visit us, when your Mom is here, we should give her a treat!”

Hera: “Yes!” Thinking! How all of this is such a reverse of that old bollywood song where girls mother calls the boy for a cup of tea, and the general way of life in India!

And then coming back to present, Race was all heated up! The bikes were ready, the invention to be tasted was clamped to few bikes, and some others were not and it was time to flag off!

Hera stationed himself at the petrol pump, where all two wheelers were going to get free petrol filled and tank sealed to traverse the race and some bikes were given special tag, who would get double and some others a full tank of petrol! And Monc brought Hera’s bike and got a tank full of petrol! All for free! Such a bliss! Such a open misuse of power, for Hera and nor Monc used that bike to reach end of finish line!

All vehicles were supposed to follow traffic rules, stop at signals, remain below speed limit and still race, while using least fuel! Some idiot had set the criteria! (Avir & Hera) Hence fuelling of tanks, sealing it and then measuring the volume of tank at end of race, other than clocking the race was the job of race organizers!

Hera waited for each of the bikes to fuel up and then he took of on a borrowed bike to race’s end destination! And as there was lot of work to be done at the end point, he decided to go full throttle, in processes breaking every rule, except for the traffic signal ones, and ended up reaching at destination a good 10 minutes before a single racer made it!

Once Hera got down from bike, the welcoming committee (flower girls) mistook Hera for winner of the race and raced into congratulate him, while Avir looked at Hera awestruck! Avir was quick in dispelling any such notions, and girls were once again ready to welcome the racers!

Avir: “You gave me a call 15 minutes back! You said you were at Petrol pump, how the hell did you drive 25 Kms in 15 minutes! Are you telling me the truth, you did leave after the last bike had fuelled up!”

Hera: “Yes! Yes! And I should have been part of the damn race, I overtook each and everyone of them to be here! Ahhhhrrrrggggg! I am making a loss of 10K here!”

Avir: “You should be driving slow by now, you don’t want to be in another accident, thank god race so far is……..”

Before Avir could finish his sentence, behind them, the front runners of race arrived and crashed.

Hera: “oooohhhhuuuuuuuu! You and your big mouth! ”

Luckily, no one was hurt, because people went on to crash into a sand hill; but from that point on, everything started to go downhill as far as plan was concerned! A long night had just begun!

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Eleven:11

Eleven; the day Hera was dedicating his most of the time for, time when he was not working, time he was not ordering people around, time he was not driving was here and the gift for Monsoon was ready to be handed over to her; but and such a big but, he had acquired the latest high in town! The Fever.

Eleventh day of the month; only once in a year did it come and Hera had planned big things for just the two of them and it had all evaporated with steam due to his own body heat! And to top it over, he could not get the plan postponed nor could he spare the amount again what he had already spent in booking those places; that table at that exclusive class hotel!

And there was little chance Hera was going to feel any better by the evening and to top it all up, his Mom was out of station along with kid bro; and Dad had an important meeting! Hera was all alone for the day; but he did not feel that bad about being alone. He was just not feeling well about not being able to hand over the gift to Monsoon on her birthday!

Even Monc was not there for he had his exam this very day; and all those involved with race were too involved in race; they took off to finalise the route for once and all. A dry run to mark the best time as well as to check if there are any construction or work in progress sites, one ways etc…

There was no one who would disturb him, no one who would ask him anything; such peace is seldom available to any one in this world; and still all Hera wanted was to be with Monsoon; and there she was.

No one had ringed that doorbell since morning, and no one was expected till late night, and still some body had; and Monsoon had walked in. Hera just out of curiosity; pinched himself, seeing that Monsoon burst into laugh and Hera followed suit.

Monsoon: “So surprised!

Hera: Grinning! “Yeah! Happily surprised! Is it my birthday or yours?”

Monsoon: “Mine!”

Hera: “Then here is your gift!” Bringing out the much decorated box; containing a make up box.

Monsoon: “Thank you! It has been a week or so since we have seen each other, since race thing has started.”

Hera: “I know!”

Monsoon: “I know too! And I am glad that you have found something other than me.”

Hera: “Hey! its not other than you, all I am trying to do is help Avir get his dream car.”

Monsoon: “Ok! So what do you want to eat? I owe you a party!”

Hera: Out of nowhere; he just blurted out “What ever you Cook!”

Monsoon: “Ok!”

And Hera watched in amazement, how she knew most of the stuff in kitchen as well as what he would enjoy for dinner. The menu was simple, but it was what Hera would never give a miss:

Main Dish was Ladies finger with Chapati (Thin roti) and some salad.

It just took her about 45 minutes too cook enough for both of them and also make some extra for Hera’s father and few chapatis even for the next day, as oven was available, she thought they would be useful. And they were.

She then laid down the table for just the two of them, and served well, Hera gobbled it up, and loved the taste very much. He enjoyed it, till it lasted. Then they watched TV for some time and before it would start to get dark, she left.

On 11th; Hera had got one of the best gifts of his life for as long as he could remember. Hera slept with a satisfied smile that night!

Good Night!

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Route!

There is nothing wrong in letting the time fly when you are in-charge and your subordinates are doing all the hard work, however, when you are not actually in-charge, it can land you in a pretty deep trouble. And while the "organizing" team was busy giving out orders to get things done, sitting in a office like corner, occupying the premium space in canteen. At first the canteen owner was skeptical, but the volume of business that this corner got him, lifted his spirits. And in no time, he had become personal butler of the group.

Luxuries of life! You get a sandwich, various fruit juices; chilled, coffee or tea, food at a call or on a look! All kinds of mixed recipes included! Extra cheese, where there was no cheese in original dish! And no questions asked! They were spending before they made any money! The principle of counting before realization was lost, in other words, they were counting chickens before they hatched, but in their case they were not even having custody of those eggs.

Hera, was having those chilled fruit juices, one after another, when he was already advised to not have cold things, no ice that is, and here it had become his whole days meal. He worked on his gift for Monsoon, and got warm touches from Rushika, now and then. In end Hera had ended up buying a beautiful makeup box, bit he had not been able to choose any wrapping paper for it. And hence, Hera was on all display of his artistic nature and painting one for love of his life.

And Avir had to drop a bomb.

Avir: Running in, huffing puffing! "Guys! We do not have a route finalized! And we have to submit it tomorrow!"

Hera: Looking up! "Get a map and mark it out!" Simple!

Avir: "No! We can not, we are not sure about map roads really there on ground!"

Shiv: "You mean we have to go now!"

Hera: "No! Its too hot! Plus, what about things over here?"

Avir: "We need to divide things up."

Shiv: "Ok! We need to get the route done today, its 10:00 now, so we need to be on way by atleast 12:00. And be back by today evening to chart it out!"

Hera: "Lets divide the team, and make a move."

It was done, Hera, Avir and Shiv, along with 5 volunteers, all responsibilities were decided, a map was carried to mark out the route, everything was going fine, every safety, every traffic rule was followed, everyone was even wearing a helmet.

No one could have thought, that the innocent comment of Avir, that there would be a section of road missing on ground, which seems to be complete on map, would be missing.

Hera: "Its officially stamped, even roads can go missing in India!"

Avir: "How much must have they made by declaring a road ready, when work has not even began on it?"

Hera: "Forget that! What are we supposed to do now?"

Shiv: "Map shows a road right here, may be the unmade part is short one."

Hera: "Lets check it out, if its short, we can have a off road segment too! That can be fun!"

And it backfired as hell! The off road part was way too long to be included, what would have been mere 25 kilometer track turned into 55 kilometer one! There was no place to stop, no tree to take rest at, and all of the ground was just rubble and in places ploughed field!

By the time, Hera and team made it to pre-decided destination it was already 16:00; and everyone was just exhausted. It was going to be really difficult to make up their own mind to make participants take this route.

Shiv: "Can we use this route?"

Avir: "People finishing would be very few, would make our job of deciding a winner very easy!"

Hera: "Oh! Right! As if there is going to be a route waiting for you after 7 days, that was a farm and farmer has done ploughing, and may be seeding too, and he may start watering, then none would make it here, including us."

Shiv: "That's true, and we can not forget the fact that there are going to be scooters which will not be able to make through up and down, plus girls are also participating, if anything goes wrong! ufff!"

Avir: "We will be skinned alive!"

Hera: "Lets go back, there seems to be another route, on this map, considerably shorter, and it might be viable choice."

And it was viable, but it was only 20 Kilometer! They checked and checked turns on map and finally found a solution to increase it to 23 KM's at max, but not more than that! And when Hera finally could relax a bit, he started feeling some shivers, looking at him Rushika just put a hand on Hera's back and then she moved forward to check his temperature on forehead.

Rushika: "You have got fever! You should go home and relax."

Hera: Exhausted. "What! I need to drink something!"

Rushika: "Shiv! Get some water here, for Hera!"

At first Shiv felt offended, but when he saw towards Hera, Hera was lying on ground, a bit unconscious. And promptly got a glass of water which Hera gulped down, and relaxed again.

Rushika: "He has fever! He should better go home, and not come tomorrow!"

Shiv: Was very angry by now, and he took it out on Avir. "Avir, you should have checked the road before we went on a wild goose chase. Look! Hera is now suffering from fever."

Avir: Understanding the situation. "Yes! I should have checked it before, but then we did ask people before going and everyone said there is one such route."

Then Monc came over to meet Hera, and they decided to go home, and call it a day. However; this day brought the crack in the team wide open.

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Gift Wrapped!

Once the list was ready, it was time to find some good managers and some good volunteers, the former came with the deal, from college, some students who wanted to be officially allowed to bunk classes, and who normally would not have attended any, were allowed to join in, and they turned out to be Hera's distant friends.

Anything that comes with the deal, does have a hidden cost. They all had two objective: 1. To get exempted from attending classes. 2. To make some money for themselves. And these did not clash with any of the principles of Hera or Avir, but very much lowered their stake in the pie. Hera was not worried but Avir was.

Once team was formed, it was easy to scout volunteers, with two beautiful faces, which they had among them, Rushika and Shiv's girlfriend and Hera's cousin Princess, guys were a plenty around, who danced to their words.

Shiv roped in Amit, who had the money, and clout to finance the whole thing for time being, albeit a student, could be called a don, no less at college level. Things were moving way to fast for anyone to comprehend. Specially for Hera and Avir, now project was theirs only in name, only origin of concept was theirs, everything was going to be settled in a matter of a week alone.

Neither Hera nor Avir were calling the shots, forget the pie, even a morsel was looking distant dream, but then college refused to talk to any one else other than Hera and Avir when it came to money matters, funds and funding.

Mean while, a sponsor was found, a restaurant, Akshatra decided to pay for uniform and the local BP petrol dealer decided to give free petrol to racers. And Avir and Hera became talk of the college, its a magical feeling, to be known by all the people around you as some one important, to give orders and they are carried out in a moments passage. However, like Hera of before, Hera of now had already lost interest in the proceedings around, all he cared about was Monsoon, and her birthday was near, so a gift had to be bought.

Hera, was so immersed in the thought of selecting a gift that he missed obvious advances of Rushika towards him, he felt warmth of her hand on his skin, when ever they touched each other, but not her feelings behind them, nor did he notice her detours to meet him, every minute she was there, near him.

And on other hand Monsoon was busy with her internal exam, they being scheduled way before anyone else. When Monsoon was not there, unaware of her existence, Rushika was falling for this humble, unchanging simple person, who had no inclination to be in spotlight, and even when he was thrown under one, he remained same simple guy, unlike all others around him, who seemed to enjoy the power they were holding.

It was as if life was being gift wrapped for Hera, a second gift from god.

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Noon O’clock!

Twist one, twist two, a turn here and a turn there, if it were not for the situation, somebody would have thought Hera was learning how to dance. Sleep at noon o’clock is not easy any way, but when you are supposed to think of getting finances in next two days, it gets even harder. And when you are supposed to think of sources; Hera remembered from long time back, in his sub-conscious mind, you are supposed to get them, at least on paper.

When one says on paper, it does not mean hypothetically, but a surety from someone, that if you do this, they will sponsor you. Hera got up, frustrated, and no more in a position to sleep on a “SPONCERED” off day! And everything poured out of sub-conscious mind into conscious mind, and there was Avir, up on his toes.

Avir: “Man! We need to get the sponsors!”

Hera: “Yeah! I know!”

Avir: “We should be going, out there asking for money! Holy Shit! Just 2 days! What were they thinking?”

Hera: Frowning “We are not going out there to beg, and not knowing how much, we cannot even beg.”

Avir: “We need to make a list of things, we will need, check cost and then decide on a budget, and then approach the sponsors.”

Hera: “Ok! Get a note book, or rather some papers and a file, we need to make a rough draft, and be professional about it.”

And the lists are:

Requirements:

Petrol (We will require litters and litters of it!)
Forms (For participants and other documents- pages)
Books (Various registers, receipts)
T-Shirts/Race labels. (Some uniform)
People (Unless we get volunteers)
Prize money (Trophy alone wont make people enrol)
Getting permission from traffic police (Well, it might cost)
Pamphlets, posters and other advertising material.

0. And some for us (Red fiat and Hera’s travel plans, not on paper).

Sources:

Enrollers/"Racers" (Entry fee, this might be a dampener)
College (Has to be main source)
A Petrol company (May be they will give petrol for free)
T-Shirt company (For T-Shirts as above)
Donations from local stores and restaurants.

Now, it was the time to hit the roads, whole sellers market to get quotations and put a prise tag on the cost. And before that, some rest before the evening begins.

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The Principal!

Something was wrong with the morning, it was not as if Sun had come up from wrong side or anything, it just did not seemed to be normal. Then there are very few things abnormal in any ones life, this was one such day in Hera’s life. Hera got up, and for no reason known to him, got ready very enthusiastically, and went to college, was just in time! Just before the prayer started. This had not happened for a long time now, well unless Hera did not sleep at all at night.

And here, even before he could enter his class room, he was escorted. Unannounced, without much details and without any prior notice, like an arrest. Towards an office, where Hera would not have gone for any reason at all, not even if it had been an emergency. And he started feeling the fear of a lamb being taken to gallows once he saw Avir standing in attention, very quite, as if he has been punished.

With a subtle moment of an eyelid Hera asked Avir

Hera: *What is going on?*

Avir: With not so subtle moment of shoulder *I dont know!*

And then they saw, what they wished they wont get to see, Dean walking towards the same office, gave them a bad ass glance and went in to the office, he was soon followed by the two professors who had helped Avir and Hera. They seemed to be surprised at the summons. Soon other directors of institute were coming, and entering office of the Principal Director.

After about an hour of tiring, mentally and physically, Hera & Avir were ushered in to the office. Hera was 1st too break silence.

Hera: “Sorry!”

Avir: “But Sir! Why were we called, when we did not get permission we dropped the plans.”

Sir: “We dont want you two to drop the plans, instead we are ready to give you permission, however; you would have to convince us how would your race help us and environment!”

Hera & Avir were stunned! And dint know what to say, so they did the best thing they knew, keep quite and stare!

Sir: “You dont have to answer now, but be ready with answer by day after tomorrow, and also think of a way to finance this event, and also remember we are going to demonstrate a device that will lower the emissions by near 100%”

And they were allowed to go and attend the class or go home and think of a way to get answers!

Hera: “Why are we supposed to look for finance? We went to them to get finance!”

Avir: “We are stuck in a pickle! We wanted race & money, and now we are going to do Rally and give money!”

Hera: “Whatever! Lets get something to talk about after 48 hours! And I was so sure this strange day was good, got up early and now I will sleep early too!”

Avir: “You were lucky then! I was dropped here by my father, he got a call from college, asking about me! He blasted me through the whole 30 minutes drive to college!”

Hera: Just looked at Avir and “Good night!”

Avir: “Good night!”

And they did go on to sleep, at exact noon o’clock.

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Change of Plans!

On all of the Earth, everyday, every minute, every moment, plans are made, changed, twisted, broken and what not, but humans keep on planning things, keep on planning life, keep on doing things so that plans do not get affected and still end up changing them.

Likewise, the plan of visiting Monsoon’s place needed some change, for now, Hera was not in any position to gain from visiting her home town, and on other hand Monsoon had asked to postponed it herself. Her exams had been rescheduled.

Hera wondering, while his mind wandered, with what should he fill the vacant days with, and he was coming up with nothing or absolutely ridiculous ideas in world, one after the other.

To get his mind off the case, Hera decided to be friends with the new guy in class who was transferred from another college and was for some weird reason trying to be friend. Avir.

Avir was very much interested in cars and had even managed to buy a run down Fiat Premier Padmini and was devotedly renovating it, but was finding it very difficult to get the funds together.

Avir had a brain wave of asking it to Hera, and Hera had a brain wave of suggesting an answer.

Hera: “Why not organise a motorcycle race?”

Avir: “Great! I know a guy, who can help!”

Hera: ”Why not ask college, as a part of sports festival!”

Avir: Thinking this was bit stretching, but enthusiasm on Hera’s face. “Yes! Why not?”

Hera: “Any how, we will need their permission to let students participate in it, else we might not get any takers.”

And they roped in two faculties, lying about green words, and how they can help students learn how to save petrol as well as race and stuff. Got a proposal made, with signatories: Hera, Avir and the 2 faculties. Things started to role, until they hit a rock wall of their Dean.

Dean’s first word were

Dean: “Why don’t students just shift to cycling instead? It is more environment friendly!”

And there the plans of winning a race, that is what Hera was thinking, ended, until one of the director of society, a person much higher up the leader started showing some interest, and gave new life to Fiat! Plans got twisted!

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Love is Blind, Deaf and Mute!

How is one supposed to make one self count important, as oneself and not someone else, when the other person does not see you as you at all? Not an easy question to answer, should it come out as an out burst or should it be a gradual realization on part of the other person, that she can not search someone in Hera who is not that someone, she misses.

Hera was searching for a unique way to be different from what her ex was, but the difficulty being to know what her ex was, what he liked disliked, and then highlight the things which he disliked and Hera himself liked. Hence began a mission to learn about monsoon’s ex.

And the only ones whom Hera could approach were Monsoon’s friends, and that included Vidi and Kaveri. Hera was already close to Kaveri, but she would not have told Hera anything, she was that kind of person, with whom your secret would remain a secret from the person you do not or would not like to tell.

Hence Vidi it was, so one evening Hera just went to her hostel, called her out and decided to put all the burned cards on the table.

Hera: “You know, you said I will burn my fingers if I do not give up on Monsoon, well I have and you know what, I still can not give up on her!”

Vidi: “Well, then you are just another fool or is it just adrenalin in heat of the moment.”

Hera: “Former, for love is blind, deaf and mute to reasoning. And when I keep my heart aside I know, at end of all this Monsoon still might not love me and even if she does, I might not be me.”

Vidi: “Then you are the former, so why have you come here, just to talk about your felings for Monsoon?”

Hera: “Who was he really like, I mean who Monsoon’s ex was as a person, his likes, his dislikes, everything else?”

Vidi: “Vij! Was a charming boy, in crude sense, like all other villagers, but was good looking, just like you, infact a little too like you.”

Hera: Wincing “I know that part, what else?” she had confirmed the unwanted.

Vidi: “How much has Monsoon told you?”

Hera: “Just about that much.”

Vidi: “You see, Vij was not at all like you, not a person who would stick with wooing one woman for as long as you have, it is about 2 years now, is it not?”

Hera: “Yes! It is.”

Vidi: “I would not forget the day before that day, Monsoon had just learned about Vij breaking up with her, and he did not have the guts to tell her. She got the news, on eve of his marriage. He was a kind of Hero in town, all boys liked him, and she with him looked as perfect couple, until she out performed him in those exams, and she went ahead and decided to fulfil her fathers dream. And you know, you are also not part of that dream.”

Hera: “I know, what else?”

Vidi: “We are four friends Hera, I, Richa, Pooja and Monsoon. I and Richa are close, and Monsoon and Pooja are, so what I know is what Richa would know, you should get in touch with Pooja.”

Hera: “Where is she?”

Vidi: “Delhi.”

Hera: “Mobile/contact number?”

Vidi: “Only Monsoon would have it, anyways she did not use mobile, so it might belong to someone else.”

Hera: “Okay!”

That was pretty much it, what Hera learned from Vidi, and that was not much, but he had a start, and it was time to call it a night. Mission Pooja would have to wait.

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Love and War!

Hera reached home, it was a long drive back, and though he was tired, he called up Monc and Duds to calm their nerves down. It was very late though, he was surprised they were even awake, it was next day's morning already. All that riding had made one thing sure, Hera slept like never before.

Next time Hera woke up, it was already the day of Kaveri’s Party, 2 days straight! And Hera had to buy a gift! And for lack of a working head; Hera still suspected his mind for time being, after what rocking time he was having, he called Monc, but he was not free, Sam had his time booked with her. However before Hera could cut the line, Monc demanded some explanation.

Monc: “Why did you do, whatever you did that day?”

Hera: “Oh! That prof was going to fail me anyway, just gave her what she wanted, at least now she will be off my case!”

Monc: “She might not have done that!”

Hera: “Well! First thing she said in front of external examiner was, “Why are you here? Why are you even considering trying? You will fail anyway!” So just gave her what she wanted!”

Monc: “She must have been just intimidating you! She was the one who was searching for you, for; you did not sign the papers.”

Hera: “She does play her part well, convinced you, well let it be! I am not exactly her fan.”

And Hera cut the line.

The day was like a bad hangover, except head was not the only thing that was splitting, every other bone was cursing Hera too! And still Hera got his lazy ass to move to shopping area of city checking out all the gift shops in city and coming up with nil. All of them were either filled with Father, Mother or Girlfriend gifts, and Kaveri was none, she was a saviour, and a sister, but nothing for that kind of a relation.

After giving up on the gift, Hera went over to college garden, and sat on his tread mark bench under the Almond tree and was soon joined by his long time missing companion, the smelly black dog called Majnu! And for a moment Hera felt nothing has changed since he first came here. Here he was, all alone, none of his old friends around, except for a strange dog who seemed to visit him, only when he was alone, and look on, listening to whatever crap he blurted out. Sometimes it was about home sickness, sometimes bad grades, missing friends or even a boring subject. Today he was listening to Hera’s heart break and quest for gift.

Like some magical cue from somewhere, Majnu got up, barked once at Hera and moved on, as if saying “Get going mate, or you will be late!” and moved on behind a girl going to hostel, his only hobby! Hera looked at him, and smiled, saw watch and got moving.

Hera made it to venue just in time, and as he parked, in front, across the road was his gift, a jewellery shop. Hera went in, saw around, and two thing just held his mind, he could not move out of that shop without taking those two things a Silver bracelet for Kaveri and a Silver engagement ring for someone, no not Monsoon, she would never accept, yes he did imagine her finger but then she won’t.

Hera went into the party, happy with his gift, that he gave Kaveri, she thought it was too expensive but Hera did not think so. And Monsoon was here. Hera’s heart missed a beat as she approached him but he just looked on.

Monsoon: “Hi! Where have you been? Have been calling you, but my call is not getting through.”

Hera had blocked her calls after his outburst, did not want to hear from her.

Hera: “Bad Network!”

Monsoon: “Ok! So you are coming with me, I have booked tickets for you too?”

Hera: “Not sure!”

Monsoon: “Why? Did you cancel going to your uncles place?”

Hera: “I am just not sure!” Little strain in his voice, and Monsoon noticed it, sensing that “When are you going? I have some work to finish before I go.” in calmer voice, still tense.

Monsoon: “Next week! Exactly 7 days.”

Hera: This will be difficult to avoid, so much for it is *my problem theory*. “Ok! Don’t cancel the ticket, I will pay for it whether I come or not.” Shits! There I go firing bullet in my own leg!

Hera could not take any more of Monsoon’s company, and so he went close to Kaveri, who got ready to cut the cake, and everyone sang……Happy Birthday to you…….Kaveri….

Hera had cake, asked Kaveri for permission to leave and did not say a word to Monsoon and left, just a detour to a friends place on way home, but home did not come till next day. When Hera reached his friend’s place there was a party on! As Hera was not known to drink, he never did, so he was not invited. However; he sat through the party, having cold drink, learning secrets of everyone and realising he was not the only one in love with Monsoon.

This party just made his life worse, he got a competitor, self proclaimed one at that, when Hera had already lost the battle. Next morning the question was put forward formally.

Smoky: “Is Monsoon your girlfriend?”

Hera: Thinking what to answer, can not say yes, and can not afford to say no. Could not say anything, but looked quizzically at Rocky and finally said “Why?”

Smoky: “I know you love Monsoon, but does she?”

Hera: Grabbing the opportunity “Yes, she loves my face.”

Rocky: “Ok!”

Smoky: “See, if a girl is taken she is taken, if not it is an open field, and Rocky here also loves her.”

Hera: “That is okay buddy!”

Hera got out of there, with Monc. And he knew in his heart, he had lost a friend or two with that half a lie, if they ever learned about the truth they would not forgive him, but anything is fare in Love and War and this is now a War, no longer about Love alone. War between Monsoon’s old Love and his current Love.

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On road to nowhere.

When one feels everything has come to an end, and chaos reigns in one’s mind, one seeks peace, peace that everyone is searching, but it is never as crucial as when the chips are as down as of Hera. And in such circumstances more often than not, some desperate steps are taken. And sometimes peace becomes so critical that life is just some collateral damage.

Hera was in one such situation, and he was untraceable. Monc was worried, Duds was terrified, and Hera was missing. However, last time Hera was missing, it did not turn out much, but that exam episode was scaring them up a bit, plus none of the calls were getting to Hera, his mobile was either out of coverage area or he was just not picking up, but they had it confirmed, he had not gone home.

Hera on other hand, was doing what he loved the most, riding his bike as fast as possible, on a long drive, but it was not much fun today. It was after a long time that he was riding alone for such a long distance. And slowly tears did come out, was it speed, with which air was hitting his eyes or was he just letting it flow, it does not matter, for now he could not drive any further, his vision was blurred.

Hera parked his bike on one side of the highway, barely crossed half the road and slumped on the grass of divider, wondering what he should be doing next, his head was splitting with ache, caused by all the thoughts of Monsoon, of what happened today, it was bleak! What was he going to answer to his parents? What was he going to do with his life? Was it going to be any good, why bother living? One step and a truck would run over, the end.

Or should he just drive on ahead and never come back, sell off the bike, work shitty jobs, after all no job is low. What if he could not make it big, bring his dream to life? And without Monsoon what are those dreams worth? Does anyone even care about me, none seem to be calling me, why the hell did I waste so much money on that cell phone? Or I can just roll down that cliff on the other side and die, it would be more like accident.

When thinking is not right, steps taken have to be wrong. Hera crossed the road, and on edge of cliff, he takes out the phone and it rings, Hera picks it up and

Caller: “Hera? What are you doing? Do you have any exam on the day, the day after tomorrow?”

Hera: Somewhat cracked voice “No.”

Caller: “I have been trying to call you, but you have been out of coverage area, so listen, it is my birthday, so if you are free day after tomorrow, can you come?”

Hera: Finally understanding who it is on other side, “Yes! Kaveri, I will certainly come.”

Kaveri: “I will be waiting for you! And you sound bit sad, and why are you still outside, go home, aunty will be worried for you.”

Hera: “Yes! Good Night!”

One phone call explained all, and brought some sobriety to Hera’s mind and he recovered from the slump, numerous missed calls helped further, got on the bike, and…….“Which direction is city in? ”

Hera: Flags down a truck “Where is city?”

Truck diver: Looks at Hera’s bike and looked at Hera “How did you get here?”

Hera: “I just rode here without stopping or thinking!”

Truck driver: Thinking Hera is a whacko! “In reverse direction, 240 KM (150 miles) in reverse direction.”

Hera got on the bike and started the journey back.

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Brittle!

Fairy tales are really for the weak of hearts, in real life there is no magical being who is going to sprinkle some sand or wave a wand to make things just right for you. Even in these Cinderella's and Aladdin's stories in end with all the magic around, it is one of the central character who has to get rid of the villain.

No there was as such no villain in Hera’s story, but then there was not going to be any magic either. Today was Hera’s practical examination, and he was well prepared, he had been reading the steps for whole night, without a blink of an eye, little out of character, he was reading it out aloud. That is the best way, say expert, after all that is how our pujaris and pundits have been mugging up those shlokas generation after generations, with out ever bothering to understand their true meaning!

As always, Monc knew, something was wrong, for Hera was no mugger, but then it was too late, today was the day. If Hera could mug it up, he can still clear the exam! And it was time. Battling those inner demons should wait another day.

Then Monc noticed something more puzzling.

Monc: “Where is your mobile phone?”

Hera: “At home, switched off; can not take it into exam hall?”

Monc: “But, you used to leave it with me or Duds or Monsoon, or someone else, never at home, how are people going to wish you best of luck?”

Hera: “Luck, does not matter, not right now, I am not ready.” More to self, than Monc.

Monc: “Wait, I am also going the same way, just a minute.”

However, Hera did not hear that part, he was already on way.

On reaching the exam section, Hera completed all formalities and entered the hall, the examiner for the day was Mrs. J. She was one professor whom Hera did not like, and one who had replaced Miss Meteorite and whose lectures he seldom attended.

Mrs. J.: “I wonder how you are going to do? What are you going to do, with your attendance, I wonder why are you even here?”

Hera listened to her remark, but did not react, just took his seat, drew a cheat, a lucky draw and there it was the worst practical to perform. Hera started working on it, but silence of the class was disturbing him. Still, mechanically, Hera did step after step and about after an hour Mrs.J. came to check on Hera’s.

Mrs. J.: "So! What's your "Progress"?"

To her surprise, Hera had completed his practical before time, and that too perfect, and there was no way he had copied or used any mal practice, she had all her eyes on him! And then all hell broke loose!

Hera got up from his seat, furious with anger.

Hera: “All you want is for me to fail this practical! Don’t you!” At top of his voice. “Well, I don’t care, I give you your wish, here my life is in tatters and you are cribbing about some lectures that I bunked! well enjoy your triumph!” With wet eyes, and angry that the eyes are wet, Hera did not stand his ground.

And he walked out of the hall. Mrs. J. was stunned!

External Examiner: “Did you catch him, cheating? If so we should report him.”

Mrs. J.: “No, he completed his practical with perfect result, he should get full marks, but I think I pinched wrong wound, that I don’t know about, he will fail this exam because he did not sign here, and he knows that.”

She tried to search him, but to no success. Hera was no where to be found. She was a teacher, wanting to teach him a lesson, but then today she had learned one.

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The inner turmoil!

Hera was disturbed, he was trying to make sense, think positively, for he could not afford negativity in his life, not at the moment. Monsoon was not the only loved one he knew, his Mom & Dad too were there, and he had some responsibilities towards them. As the night before, Monsoon had made him aware how girls tend to separate out the task of passing exam from the matters related to heart make or break, Hera had to find his way through this mess too, and focus on fast approaching exams.

One thing was clear, it would be very difficult in near future to approach Monsoon, but then there was that planned trip together, and it had to go through as planned for he had made a promise to visit his Maternal uncle meanwhile. Can’t back out and can’t go ahead, he left the things to the flow of time.

However, Hera could not let one puzzle out of his head, one tiny bit of puzzle. Why his face hurt Monsoon, when she should just love him for being someone who was and is all who she wanted to be with? How much he ever thought he could not separate himself from the thought and his conclusion hence favoured his feelings.

What is love?

Is it selfless feeling to see someone happy or there is no such thing as being selfless. One gives up life to save ones country for love of country, but then is it not one who is in love with country, then you can substitute anything with country, may be an invention, an idea, a game or a girl.

Is the object of ones affection really the centre of ones universe, or is it the idea that the object is the centre of ones universe the real centre of universe, or is it the mind that thinks or designates what should be called the centre of ones universe? Here mind can easily be substituted as my feelings, which makes me me. And hence I am the centre of my own universe.

Is it not the fact that if Hera decided on a deeper level of his thought, that it is an apple/money and not Monsoon, then would his feelings be any different for this object? No! They won’t! Have not people killed for both love and money as motives, world over, over the history of man kind!

So what is love?

Hera had a thought through this turmoil, if he focused on negatives of Monsoon, which she said she has always had, but he never saw them, may be he will fall out of love with her and may be things will get back to normal. Hera did not share this thought with anyone, for this was an experiment. A two step experiment. First step, to try and stop loving him, second step being, he would ask Monsoon to consider settling for him, for he loved her rather than running behind a man whom she loved!

The path was decided, but he was undecided.

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Monsoon Speaks!

Everyday life can make you believe, everything is perfect, experiencing happiness in moments, feeling happy in those moments, however your feelings do catch up with you. It might be every night, on some specific date or may be in moments that scratch your memory.

Monsoon was having one such problem, and she was suffering, suffering from indecision, decision of to let go or to hold on. That night, while returning from hospital, with Vidi’s word in her head.

“Don’t hurt Hera more than the hurt that you would cause him now, he has right to know.”

And she took the step, asked Hera to stop the bike, for a cup of tea near a garden, and the agenda was set.

Monsoon: “You know, in spite of me not loving you back, why do you persist?”

Hera: “My feelings for you, I do not hide them from you, but then I fear of losing you altogether, you are more to me than just a love interest, you are a good friend!”

Monsoon: “Does it not hurt you?”

Hera: “My feelings, I am able to take care of them!”

Monsoon: “So! i am your friend, am I not?”

Hera: “Yes! You are, a good one at that, one of the best!”

Monsoon: “I want to talk to you, just like a friend, can I?”

Hera: “Yes! Go ahead!”

Monsoon: “I lived in a village and like many families, mine is also a closely nit religious, caste based family, we often marry among our relatives, and there was this guy in my community.”

Monsoon paused for a moment, trying to sense the hurt in Hera’s heart.

Hera: “Go on!”

Monsoon: “I fell in love with him, and he became my friend then. I never uttered a word about love to him, waiting for him to propose. And we started going out together, using our group as a screen, for in village you are not supposed to be seen with guys.”

Hera: “Yes! And if one is unfortunate enough to be seen with a guy, marriage is quick on cards, so what happened next?”

Monsoon: “True! So we took care that we were never seen together alone, and then we had our board exams. And unfortunately he did not fare well in them.”

Hera thinking to himself, this might cause me my grades too, typical of us guys!

Monsoon: “And he was left behind in village, and I came to engineering college, now our match was less likely to get our parents blessings, but still I loved him, however, he stopped loving me back. Those faint signs of love vanished, slowly by slowly, last time I went home, I learnt about his match being decided with one of my cousin sister who knew about us, and it is a kind of love marriage!”

She had tears in her eyes, but she was not crying, she was being strong. Hera sipped some tea, taking the hint, Monsoon did the same.

Hera: “Then?”

Monsoon: “When I returned, I see a guy in co-ed college, and he becomes friends with me, he smiles, behaves, looks at me the way I wanted village guy to look at me, he is everything I wanted in village guy, and he even looks very similar to village guy, except he is fairer! He cares for me and loves me whether I love him or not, but his face reminds me of my first love, and I am happy with him till he is in front of me thinking I am with my first love, but it is not him, it is you!”

And a tear flows down her cheek.

Monsoon: “It is you, it is you….and that is why I can not love you!”

Hera has tears in his eyes, the face that he was proud of, was the reason his love was not loving him back! His heart took the punch and it broke for the first time. There was no way, he could change his face, and there was not going to be anyway he could not be with her without hurting her! After a long pause….

Hera: “I did not know, I am sorry, I think it is getting late, we should get going!”

Monsoon: “Why are you being sorry, you did not do anything!”

Hera: “I did hurt your feelings, by just being there!”

One thing worse than being a shoulder to support the one you love on the rebound is looking like the person she broke up with, and Hera knew it would be hard for her to let go unless he let her go, but he was not ready as yet.

Hera: “Good Night! Have a good sleep!”

Monsoon: Wiped her tears, and smiled! “Good Night!”

And then; it was time for rains!

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Lose ends!

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Hera’s day was made, getting approval from Vidi, who turned out to be best childhood friend of Monsoon, it felt like a very significant achievement. After all, an approval from friends just allows some people to go with the decisions they take, more comfortable when other assure you that it is not a wrong thing. You wont be hurt this time, specially when you have been on the wrong lane before. Hera felt calm, Vidi, was fond of him as a friend, she did not feel that she had to hide something in front of Hera. He was sure, she would put a good word for him with Monsoon.

Just before checking out, while Hera cleared bills, Vidi sent Monsoon to check on things in the room, and she asked Hera.

Vidi: “Hera? Do you really love Monsoon?”

Hera: “Yes! I do, but, why are you asking?”

Vidi: “Then what reason I have would not be a reason enough, for you, but still it would be better for you; and Monsoon, to not be together.”

Hera: “What? Why are you saying such things?” Hera was taken aback.

Vidi: “Well, you know the answer, you have asked her!”

Hera: “I know she does not love me, but then I can manage that.”

Vidi: “Well, for how long, when you asked her, you already crossed the line of friendship, now you are neither friends, nor a couple, you are somewhere in between, she cant go forward, and you cant go backward, it is going to hurt, both of you, it is better you & Monsoon, stop seeing each other, slowly.”

Hera: Of all the things said, he gets this: “Why cant she move forward?”

Vidi: “Well, lets forget we had this chat, just was testing things between you and her. You are a good guy, just hope things turn out the way you dream they do, and not a lost cause.”

Hera: “It s a challenge for me, lets see what time holds for us. After all I did not lose my heart to lose everything.”

Monsoon, just joins them back, and they all have a laugh at what she finds in room, Hera’s wallet! Now how on earth he was going to pay those bills with a lost wallet!

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Long line connection!

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Rocky was basking in the glow of new found love and Hera was dreaming of having similar moments sometime in future with Monsoon and Monc with Sam. When 1 love story gets going, others become active too, same was the case with Hera & Monc.

Monc used to go and meet Sam now and then, but Hera was facing punishment, for wrecking one bike and a foot, was relegated to using mobile, whose bill was going to be huge, it was still the time of incoming charges.

Hera would ask Monsoon:

Hera: ”So Guess! Where I am?”

Monsoon: “Can’t guess that! Tell me?”

Hera: “Hospital! With Vidi and Rocky, Rocky got a fracture!” This was the last time Hera surprised Monsoon!

Next day:

Hera: “Can you believe! What I had today in lunch?”

Monsoon: “Chicken in Hospital Mess!””

Hera: “How? What! How did you guess that?”

Monsoon: “I have my ways!”

And from that day onwards it was as easy guessing things for Monsoon as if she had a pair of eyes there, on Hera. Hera was being surprised everyday and everyway, but was happy about it. Finally he was getting on her next page!

Then Vidi comes in and “ Today is last day of Rocky in hospital, he will be discharged!”

Hera: “It’s been only 3 days!”

Vidi: “It is just a fracture, and he can walk now, with plaster and that stick.” A bit of envy in her voice and sadness!

Hera: Equally sad! “I understand! I will miss Monsoon guessing everything I do here!”

And she walks in!

Monsoon: “Hi!” With flowers in her hand!

Hera: “What! What a surprise!” All gloom instantly vanishing.

Vidi: “Hi!”

Monsoon giving a hug to Vidi and Hera looking Dumb! Hera was still missing the point!

Monsoon: “Vidi here is my best friend from school, and Vidi, this is Hera!”

Vidi: “I know, he is Rocky’s friend!”

Monsoon: “Yes! And he isz Hera!” Stressing on is.

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The just right place!

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Just before the commotion from parking, Monc had got a phone call, but now it did not matter, as he was on his way ridding triple seat, with Rocky in between and Hera at the rear, who could barely keep his butt on the seat. Rocky, with all the pain in leg had forgotten all about the date, and all he wanted to see was a doctor.

Hera was surprised to see, one hospital pass by, one more, another, and another, finally he started pointing it out to Monc.

Hera: “Hey! Monc, why are you not stopping at those hospitals, Rocky is really in pain!”

Monc:“Shut up! We can not afford those!”

Hera:“I thought government hospital was the cheapest!”

Monc:“Hera, just seat quite, and hold Rocky’s leg.”

Rocky:“Shut the hell up, you both, and get to the damn hospital as fast as possible!”

And they did not speak until inside the gates of hospital. As Rocky was escorted to preliminary examination centre on wheel chair.

Hera:”Now I get it, you wanted him to be here, but she won’t be coming today, as she is going on date with Rocky! Holy Shit! We did not inform her about Rocky’s feet! She will be waiting for him, and she will get angry! We should inf….”

Vidi:”Hi Hera! Hi Monc! How come you are here?”

She is wearing uniform, but she should be waiting at the bus stand, for Rocky. Hera looked questioningly at Monc.

Monc:”Hi! Well, when you called and said that due to last minute scheduling of your duty, we decided to bring our and now your patient here.”

Vidi:”Patient? Who?”

Hera:”Rocky! I think he broke his leg.”

Vidi:”What?”

And she went straight to check on him, and Monc smiled at Hera, and Hera laughed!

Hera:“You brought him to the just right place!”

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Date with a Medic!

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Whenever Hera got his wish, he would slack off, but not this time, for Monsoon din't allow him to. Neither was Hera trying to wriggle out of the situation, all he was thinking was of how to make the ends meet? How to take the answer to the question, even before the question is ever asked? Hera was looking for an easy way, which would not make him speak and not make Monsoon angry either.

Monsoon: "What a day that was, I do understand the situation we have got ourselves into, but I can not have a say in your family, unless I am part of it and as I am not! Me telling them that, I am not trying to be part of your family, I do not think it is going to work unless they consider me as part of your family!"

After a pause...

Monsoon: "Do you get what I said?"

Hera: "Did you? Was I supposed to!"

Monsoon: "Oh! This is so confusing!"

And they at last decided to live it at fate and concentrate on studies, which was proving harder than they thought it would be.

Family moving into a new city implied buying new furniture, waiting for undelivered things and forming new bonds with new people. All this implied Hera did not have his own bike with him, for as of now his father's bike had not arrived in city. Hence, Hera was at mercy of his friends who were little apprehensive to let him drive their's so instead decided to be chauffeur for him.

With Hera's eccentric schedules of travel, only Monk could keep up with him, still with Sam and Monsoon in picture it was not possible for them to manage everything with one bike. So eventually Rocky relented and allowed Hera to use his bike when he had to go out with Monsoon or Monk had to be with Sam.

Hera was not a bad rider, albeit bit rash, was used to drive at his own pace and in his own space. So sometimes slow but in middle of the road, and when fast, going past people just centimeters away, who were innocently walking on footpath.

So one such night, after dropping Monsoon, Hera turned into park the bike and some noise came and bike stopped abruptly. Hera made a note of it to let Rocky know and parked it, but as he went up, Monsoon called and everything else was forgotten. And then it was time for some sleep.

Hera: "I feel, I am forgetting something. What was it?"

Rocky: "Sleep! You need to sleep, and so do I! Good Night!"

Hera: "No, that's not it, but anyway, I will remember it in morning. Good Night!"

Rocky was ready to rock the world of a medical student, shades, gelled hair, new boot cut in fashion jeans, a leather jacket and his bike. Walking into parking space, looking at people looking at him, he knew he was looking good. A guy two bikes away, having starting problem, he knew he was not going to have any, he had maintained it well.

Kick! And it kicks back. Seems to be in gear, no problems! Just hold the clutch and kick, and twisted the accelerator! Bike vroomed, moved forward and dashed with a car and fell over Rocky. And Hera reached just in time to witness the thing.

Hera: "So that was it last night!"

Rocky: "Aaaahhhhhhh! Get the bike off me! Aaaahhhh!"

Monk came out, hearing the crash!

Monk: "What about last night?"

Hera: "Nothing, just that bike's clutch wire is broken!" As he got the bike off Rocky.

All Rocky wanted to do was beat up Hera, but something else was broken, no not bike, but Rocky's leg. Resultant, Rocky's medical date turned into appointment with medic.
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Hera had to move to new home, and surprise was just sinking in, but he was not ready, not ready to discuss his non existent love life, and if his parents had taken the scene in as he thought they had, even sex life was on the cards. And with no love life, there was not going to be any sex life, not with Hera's pocket money. Hera was just looking for an excuse to not stay where he was supposed to, just for few more days.

There was a story Hera had heard:

2 prisoners were put in front of the king, both were awarded death sentences, one accepted the fact, and was to be executed next day. Second just blurted out, in one year he can teach a horse to fly, and king gave him one year to prove that. The first prisoner just asked him, why are you procrastinating, and making your days miserable.

He said: "I am just buying time, who knows what will happen in 1 year, may be I will die after one year, may be there will be a battle and king might lose/die, & may be horse will learn to fly, who knows, as long as I have time, I have hope."

And right now Hera was following the second prisoners rule, either his parents would forget, either Monsoon would really fall in love with him, or may be he would be dead! Which in his own eyes seemed to have a low probability, very very low probability.

Hera still thought of one way of getting out of moving everything to new home, and wanted some reason to stay back for few days, just few days. And Monk just helped him to create an opening.

Monk: Thinking of breaking the silence "So Hera now you would not be studying with us this time!"

Hera: "Why not! I cant imagine not studying with you people, if I stay at home and study, the phone bill is going to be heavy, plus it would be difficult to match my timings with you all, for solving our doubts."

Monk: "Wh.....oh! Okay! Yes, I can not imagine how your pocket money is going to cover that." And he got an angry look from Monsoon, for she understood Hera was not looking for a raise, but time away from Home.

Monsoon: "Yes, It would be difficult to study alone, as since coming here you have been studying in a group with Duds, Monk, and others." Emphasizing Duds name.

Hera: "I think I will come to your room for studies, for exams, and continue to live with you for time being. That is roughly one month."

Duds: "Yes! You can shift everything today except for clothes, bed and books. And after exams get over you can move the rest of the things."

And Hera's father realized, what they wanted and agreed, however, there is no need to shift to Monk's place for the landlord has not agreed to pay back next months rent.

So Hera had finally got his time so that permutations & combinations of his life work themselves out, till then Hera had decided to just sit and study and watch life unfold, but that's not how god had thought of timings.

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