Author's Pov:

"For God sake's Abhishek this is not your classroom. Wake up right now." Dean shouted entering his room.

"Mummy sone do na.... Vaise bhi aaj...* mumbles something not so clear* buddhe Dean ka... *mumbles* Lesson." Abhishek managed to speak in between his dreams.

"ABHISHEK SHARMA." Dean shouted.

"Present sir!" he stood up in attention position.

"I think we came here to talk about your results, didn't we?" he taunted.

"Yes sir. Sure sir." he said rubbing his eyes.

"So..." Dean sat in front of him. " I'll directly come to the point. This is the third time you are failing in the semesters in past three years Abhishek. And you are already a year late because of not giving the theory exam in 2nd year. Getting a degree this year might a problem."

He hummed as he knew this was coming.

"Since your father is the chancellor of this university, we are trying atleast somehow you pass this but..." he sighed. "We need some efforts from your side too... At least some..." he said calmly. He nodded.

"See, you have been scoring great in your theory papers but practical and projects... You don't even try. " he sighed. "Your father asked about your results yesterday. We told him about your theory papers and he was highly impressed by your performance so he didn't ask the overall result." He said. Abhishek hummed.

"See if a student fails here two times he is not allowed to proceed further... I bent so many rules for you on my risk but now I can't." Abhishek sighed.

"If you really want to pass this year just like your friends did and finish your course, I can enter false score for your project and practical as you look least interested in doing anything, like right now. ABHISHEK SHARMA. PAY ATTENTION."

"Yes sir. Paying attention sir." he suddenly woke up the jerk.

"So as I was saying I can do it but at the end of this new semester, externals would be coming for an inspection. They would check each and every record of the pass out as well as students studying here currently. So if they ask about your project and we couldn't show it to them, your so called degree would get canceled as well as your dad's university will have to face certain problems. "He explained.

" Woahhhh.... That's something big. Just because of me passing, the university will suffer. Lol. " Abhishek laughed.

" Stop laughing. I'm just saying you have 6 months. Complete all the projects and practicals before that." He ordered.

"6 months is way too long time. Ain't it?" Abhishek asked.

"For a student like you trust me it isn't." he said as matter of fact. Abhishek made a poker face.

"See this is the least I could do. Since you have passed all the theory exams there is no need of you to sit in class and redo all the lessons. Just utilize these months to do something productive which could help you get your degree in film making." He suggested.

" And what if I don't? "he challenged.

Dean sighed." we will simply fail you. That's it. And you won't get admission in any university then." He said calmly.

"Ohhhh. Then why not now? Please do it." he requested.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Because.... I don't wanna do this...." he mumbled.

"What? Why?" Dean asked.

"Noth.... Nothing..." Abhishek stammered.
"I'll complete the projects." he said and stood up to leave.

"I bent the rules because you are like my son and I want you to have a good future in this field. If my help will get you a degree then why not. And you are a talented bud just like your father...."

"Sir. Sir. Dad told me you wanted to act in Indian daily soaps. Now I see why you are here, not there. They want melodrama not inspirational baba type speeches." Abhishek laughed.

"Chup kar. Tere Baap se acha actor hu  mai. Vo toh kismat hi ku... Kue... Kismat ne hi Kue me dhakel dia nai toh daily soap kya Shah Rukh khan ko piche chod deta." he said dreaming.

"Haan vaise baba banne me Aajkal India me bohut paisa hai. Job security bhi hai. Mai toh bolta hu ye parhana likhana chodo. Mere saath India chalo. Hum dono vaha apna sansar basaenge." Abhishek suggested.

"Get lost Abhay. Vaise bhi teen teen documentaries banani hai tumhe. In 6 months. Bohut" kam" time hai tumhare liye. Kaam pe lag jao aaj se. Nai toh aapke Abba jaan hum dono ko kaam pe laga denge naukar ki jagah. " he laughed.

" Chacha Jaan. I love you. " he said kissing the bald man.

"I'm the dean. Respect." the man said with a pride.

"Dean aap ghar pe. Yaha mere chacha Jaan ho. Ek min. Kuch ulta bola.  Whatever. Documentaries 6 mahine baad mil jaengi. And aage se itni formal baatein na Kiya kijiye. Sharam aa jaati hai. Haye allah!!" he said dramatically hiding his face in his palms. Dean chuckled. "Alvida chacha Jaan." he waved at him and ran out of the room.

"Pagal ladka." Dean laughed and got back to his work.

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Abhishek's pov:

"Finally college khatam. Ab toh Indiaaaaaaa." I said tossing the last piece of chicken nugget in my mouth. Yeah. I treated myself like why not? Partially Fail hi toh hua hu murder toh nai kia. Huh.

"Ammi darwaza kholiye. Aapke suputra aaye hain gurukul se." I shouted from outside.

"Door bell naam ki cheez lagayi hai udhar." Ma said opening the door.

"udhar kidhar?" I asked.

"udhar..." she came out to show me where the door bell was. I took the opportunity to enter the house and go straight to my room before she could ask about my results.
"Bobo. Itni jaldi kaha? Result kaisa tha?" she asked.

"Pata hai aaj maine ghar aate aate kya dekha?" I tried to distract her.

"Topic mat change karo. Result." she said.

"Arrey pucho toh kya." again I tried.

"Kya?" she said irritated.

"India Jaane wali flight." I said.

"Hayee rabba... Indiaaaaa. Ek min tujhe kaise pata India ki plane thi vo?" she asked.

"Ammi mai bharatiye hu. Indians ke beech aisa dil se dil ka connection common hai." I think it was working successfully.

"Vo toh hai. Aur ye Ammi shammi na bola kar mujhe. Aur kitni baar bola hai tujhe us Fatima ki beti se door raha kar. Kya kya seekha dia mere bacche ko." she said cupping my cheeks.

"Ma you are being racists now." I said and went to drink some water.

"Arrey racist kya isme aaj Ammi bolna sikhaya hai kal chicken khana sikha degi. Punjabi Braham ko ye sab shobha deta hai?" she said.

I coughed the water I was drinking. "sheh Mummy aap bhi na. Kuch bhi sochte ho. Chicken vicken kaun khata hai? Badboo." I tried to cover up. I took out the Nutella jar from the cupboard and decided to use finger as the spoon.

"So India kab ja rahe hain?" I asked licking my Nutella covered fingers.

"Tera result aana tha aaj toh socha pass hua hoga toh jaate but jaise tu baatein badal raha hai vaise toh lagta hai Iss saal toh cancel." she sighed.

Meri ma. Sab kaise Jaan leti hai.
"Kisne kaha aapko? Pass ho gaya hu mai. Vo bhi 95% se." I announced proudly. Shit. Liar.

"Hain???? Sacchi??? Mere Lal. Nazar na lage tujhe." like a typical Indian mother she reacted.

"Hah. Toh India ki ticket book kar lu?" I asked with a big smile.

"Itni jaldi? Papa se bhi toh puchna padega." she said.

My smile vanished. "Nai na. Unko surprise. Ghar khali milega. Majja aayega." I said.

"Chal Pagal. Unko aane de fir dekhenge." she said.

"phone karo na aap. Aane ka kya intezaar karna. Tickets nai milegi late ho gaya toh." I tried to convince her.

"Acha baba thik hai. Pata nai itna kab se Desh prem jaag gaya tujhme." she said calling him.

I just smiled. Finally India. Mere sapno ke Paas.

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