A Rebel Without a Clue!

Don't Blame It On Us

The second Mid-Semester exam was about to start in a week. All laughter and giggling faces were masked by sad and tensed faces. Those who slept by twelve had extended it to three or four.

“Hey Kshitij! That guy in second floor is giving Maths paper. And that looks authentic. It’s just same as what we get during exams. What say?” Aarush came to Kshitij’s room. He saw Zaid and Kshitij both engrossed in solving problems.

“Maybe that’s a duplicate one.” Zaid spoke up.

“What’s the cost?” Kshitij asked ignoring Zaid and looking more interested in paper.

“One of us will go and then we can share it among us. He’s taking 100 bucks.”

“From where did you got to know this?” Kshitij asked.

“My room-mate.”

“You go to that guy and ask him what the cost is. If its 100 or 150 buy it, or else tell him to fuck off.”

That little heart was beating fast as Aarush approached his room. This was the first time he was going to buy question papers. Yes, it was not a good karma. But to survive here, he had to do it. He screwed up badly in his first exams. Now to maintain average he had to do this.

When he knocked in, a black guy opened up the door. Aarush could see three peoples inside the room. Two of them were engrossed in books. The third one was typing something on his phone.

“Maths paper?” Aarush asked.

“Who sent you?” the guy who was texting shot up.

“Srinivas. My room-mate.”

“Oh, you’re his room-mate. Good.”

He opened up his drawer and took out a paper.

“Here it is. Take a picture on your phone or write it down.”

Aarush scanned up the whole paper. It was the exact replica of what they get during exams. He eyes had fell down. He could not digest the fact that he was holding the question paper.

“What cost?”

“200 bucks!”

“Dude please reduce it down to 150.” Aarush bargained.

“But you’re not going to share it with your friends. Done?”

“Done!”

Aarush took a picture of the paper, handed him 150 bucks and left with a rush of excitement running down his body.

He knocked Kshitij’s room. Zaid opened up.

“You got it?”

“YES!”

“Are you sure this is the one? I mean he could fool you by making exact replica and giving out all the important questions.” Zaid spoke after seeing the picture.

“Yes this is the one. I’ve heard that don’t waste a chance when you’re getting the question. It’s authentic. Don’t you see this sign here.” Kshitij magnified the picture and pointed out to a signature on the bottom-right of the question paper.

“Now don’t waste your time thinking. Just do this fucking questions.”

By ten in the night, everyone in hostel had that question paper. Some of them bought it for 500 bucks and some of them bought it for 30 bucks. Obviously, the seller was the most important person of the week. If he would have asked for a big party, there was always one guy in the crowd who would have given him what he asked for.

 When, in morning, Aarush got the question paper in class room, he could not contain himself. He started laughing. It was the exact replica of what they had practiced last night.

He made a record for himself by completing the question paper in half the allotted time.

He strolled outside Kshitij’s class and saw him handing his booklet to the invigilator. An evil grin surfaced on their face.

“That was so easy!” Aarush spoke up in casual tone and winked.

“Indeed it was, with the help of some bucks.”

They laughed and went to stroll around Zaid’s class. He was still stuck with some problem. They decided to leave college building.

“Now get your contact with that guy and take out all the question papers. You’re going to need it badly for tomorrow. It’s physics.” Kshitij said to Aarush while they were going canteen.

Aarush managed to get all the question papers and they scored very well.

There are always some bastards to ruin someone’s happiness. It happened with them too.

A guy from hostel gave all the question papers to a girl in another hostel. He liked her, but she hated him. And a girl’s demand is never gone incomplete. Whatever she asks for, a guy gives her.

This girl gave all the images of question paper to a teacher. This girl was responsible for the newest sensation at college; ‘Question Papers Leaked’

No teacher believed it could have happened. Apparently, this was happening since past five years. But since past five years, no bastards ruined the plan like this girl did. It was certain that some of the students would be suspended. Every guy wanted to save his ass, by hook or by crook.

The interrogation started. And with that a number of sleepless nights to many of them. Two sections were targeted, Zaid’s section, because the girl who gave out information was there. Kshitij’s section, because the guy who gave the question paper to that girl was there.

The teacher called up Aarush first. The reason behind was that, in first exam he scored badly and then now he outshines everyone in second. It made quite an observation to any teacher.

“Did you get the question paper?” the teacher was hard in her voice. She was the Head of Mathematics Department. The job was interrogation was assigned to Mathematics department.  Three teachers sat in front of Aarush and he was sweating as if a wet handkerchief was crushed. The gleam of nervousness showed on his face.

“No Ma’m. I never got the question papers.”

“Your results show that you got it. You score a zero in first exam and then you score 29 out of 30. The topper, who scored 27 last time scored just 23. The paper was tough as compared to last time.”

“Last time, I accidently kept my mobile phone and it rang. I would’ve scored better last time.”

“There are other subjects too. Are you going to tell us the truth or we have to take some hard actions.”

“The truth is I never got any question paper.”

“Leave. We know better way to deal with you guys.”

After Aarush, there wasn’t a single guy who was not interrogated.

It was Kshitij’s friend in class who was called in afternoon.

“See, we know who got the paper and who didn’t. So it’s better if you tell us how you got the paper.” The teacher spoke.

This dilemma for him was just not too easy.

“..and if you don’t tell us, you guys won’t be able to give semester end exams. Your parents would be called.” She added more to his dilemma.

Losing his hold on his nervousness, he stumped out everything.

“Kshitij gave me Mathematics question paper. I didn’t get the rest of the paper.” He sounded very low. Just like a small baby, after he gets a scolding.

“Call Kshitij now!” She ordered him.

“I didn’t bring my phone.”

“Don’t fool us.”

She searched his pocket, found a phone and went through contact list to find Kshitij.