DivineGodX

Canadian-Morrocan

In 1961, a thing happened that would change the career flux of future students.

In 1961, in India, the Institutes of Technology Act was passed, which granted various regional technical institutes to function independently under funding of central government.

Who would have thought almost five decades later, getting one of the tens of thousand seats in those institutes would be the one and only life goal of tens of hundreds of thousand students all over India.

Apart from that, even teen NRIs are tempted with DASA quota. Leave it to fricking Indians, even the Indian born only, to make their life hell.

In 1971, an important personality was born, who would later contribute to being the cause of Arjun getting kidnapped by a drug lord.

No, his contribution would neither be derivative nor applicative but rather injective - he would father Arjun.

Born and brought up in a small fishermen town, he was the youngest flesh in the house. He dared to finish his schooling, the only one among the three brothers, and migrate to the post colonial cities, in which though his brothers had preceded him.

He was great, in the sense that he experienced an extraordinary transition in his career, which would make sense to expand upon if the story was written by Arjun. Let's call his dad Pandu.

He had started off selling cigarettes in his hometown theatre. Before that, he worked as a diesel engine mehanic. Now, he is in a certain sector of the IT industry, which has little scope left as of now. He is breaking his head everyday and, as a result, advises his son to take up engineering.

Arjun is in the 12th grade now. He has taken up his entrance exam coaching at React Solutions. Everyday he gets up, goes to school, goes to React and then goes back home.

On a particularly normal Sunday, everyone in his house had gone to a temple few kilometres away. They had a scooter, and only his dad, mom and sister could fit in.

He had classes, Physics it was, to attend in half an hour. Disregarding today's class test, he scrolled through his YouTube feed. And somehow, some spontaneous creature materialized in his thinking organ. It might have been a horny monkey and it suggested him to search up songs with moaning lyrics and bikini-clad mature ladies.

Currently trending was a hot single, featuring top notch belly dancing by a Canadian-Moroccan. The way she ruffled her loose hair and bit her lips was exotic and made Arjun crazy enough to gallop laps around the house, jerking back and forth his wrapped around hand in air, in front of his crotch.

And so, half an hour later, at React, when attendance was being taken, "Arjun", called out Mr. Rawal.

A friend of Arjun, who will be insignificant till the progression of plot well upto halfway, and hence need not be named, voiced his proxy," Present, sir."

Rawal couldn't be fooled easily and didn't bother to correct the wrong, except in the most urgent cases. He marked him absent.

Back at his place, he had changed his stature. Lying prone in the bed, he browsed in his laptop, of course, galleries of divine beauties, in their divine state. The dopamine could be secreted anytime now.

He wriggled on the bed on his stomach, front and back, side to side, seemingly experiencing seductive sensations in all sorts of tips on getting rubbed.

At React, the Chemistry faculty and the director, Mr. Kumar, walked amidst an awkward doubt explaining session involving energy distribution on clanging of two adjacent pendulums.

"Where is Arjun?", not minding the students who greeted him.

"He didn't come today, sir.", said Mr.Rawal, barely holding the two pendulums in his clumsy hands.

He turned back his trail immediately. So much attention just for Arjun, remaining for none. But he is an ordinary cliched teen.

He was doing what every other member of his fraternity were enjoying all across the globe - there was an itch on his chest and since he had settled on the bed, enjoying the sight of ripe juicy melons, it was a bother for him to get up and beat down the itch with his nails.

No, seriously, what he actually did was an act of masturbation. And it was in the prone state. Someone should alert him regarding the health issues associated with that.

Maybe Mr.Kumar had planned on doing so.