It was the day of re-opening of my college. After a long vacation which was given to complete our industrial mini project, it was my first day to get back to college and I’m excited to meet all my friends after the vacation. I’m usually late to college, so I’ve to get past the watchman without being detected to avoid penalty for coming late to college. If I’m successful enough in fooling the old man’s sunglasses and infiltrate the college premises then I’ve successfully completed the first phase of my challenge to enter the college. If I’m caught I usually enter the pin number of the people who are detained in the log register to escape penalty. The next phase is to enter my class room undetected by my faculty who happens to be our principal. It’s easy as our principal doesn’t care about the world when he’s turned towards the blackboard and that helps me to sneak in.
The third and the final challenge is attendance. Here comes the toughest part, our principal takes our attendance as soon as he enters the class room. All the people who’re late are to be kept absent for the entire day. One of my friends usually replies to my number unnoticed during the attendance and usually they happen to be the last bench guys. If they miss then I’ve to manage one of my friends to raise a doubt about the topic which they’re discussing that day. When they keep him busy for a while the pupils in the first bench usually modify my attendance. All this fails if I don’t reach my college just in time to manage this.
My home’s far away from college and I’ve to wake up early to catch the bus. As I’m lazy enough to get myself out of bed in the morning itself, I usually have to hitch-hike to college. To my surprise, that day no one’s ready enough to take me. It’s getting too late before I reach college, and all the buses and auto rickshaws are crowded enough to take a ride. When I lost hope in getting a free ride to college, suddenly I’ve seen a Maruti Suzuki 800 descending towards me. It was a white car with a Cross stickered on the topmost center of the front glass. A sharp and a high-pitched voice came out from the nun’s mouth, “Where are you headed son?” I said to myself, “Looks like my lucky day...I look decent enough for this lady to stop by and hitch me.”
