Dear Santa Clause,

Since throughout the year, I have been a good boy, Santa has asked me to send my and my friends wishes to him. Since, I was short of time I myself have written down the list of what you all my friends would like to have. Please go through the list and do let me know if I have omitted your name or you require something else.

Saurav: increase in pay!

Bhutani: a role in Haryanvi movie

Sonal: a rifle to kill those who havn’t wished her on Birthday

Thanda: another poster for explanation of the previous one!

Tanu: she wont ask anything, infact she would start arguing why there is only male santa, not a female one!

Shuchita: some old newspapers to create her new dress

Manhar: he already has got what he wanted, and now its his problem if he is not accepting it. :P

Anuj: cluth plates for his Sonata

Bharti: promotion from the job of driver

Abhijeet: a new flat, to shift yet again!

Isha: I don’t know what she wants (actually i do, but can’t put it here), but my personal request would be to please give her some brain!

Devyani: tips on how to handle your juniors

Harman: C2H5OH

Raunak: spectacles!

Mohit: I think it would be Santa who would be begging Mohit for one out of so many that he has got!

For me: Some peaceful sleep. Good night.

Write in your own Christmas Wish in comments!



Three Mistakes of that Night

After Mohit in One day@Examination Centre, it was the turn of my friends, Manhar and Bhutani. A series of tragedies happening with them on a single night provided me the content for this blog. Go Read and enjoy!
(but don’t expect it to be as tragic as Mohit’s incident.)


I had just gone for sleep. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up. “Hello, Sarthak. We are in great trouble, need your help urgently.”

Few hours earlier.

My friend, Manhar’s family were out of station and he was all alone at home. He was just killing time, trying to study for his semester exams. There entered the Bhutani (another of my friend), to accompany Manhar in his loneliness. They spend some time together and then Manhar committed the first mistake of the night. He asked Bhutani to stay at his place for the night. And this was just the beginning of things to follow.


Bhutani felt the need of some food to feed his ever-growing stomach. Manhar’s stomach was also growling. With Bhutani’s bike standing downstairs, they locked the house and moved out. This was apparently their second mistake of the night, but they will realize it only after their return.


After satisfying their appetite, Bhutani and Manhar came back. A big surprise was waiting for them. On the door, they realized that THEY HAVE LOST THE KEY OF THE HOUSE! And without it they can’t enter in the house.

So, there they were standing helplessly outside their house, glaring each other’s face at 1AM in the night, with hearts in their mouth. “Where could the keys have gone???”, they were wondering. But the more important question was, “What to do now?!!”

Frantically, they decided to get back to the road and try to search for the keys. And yes, that was their third mistake of the night. Searching for a small key on a road was never a wise decision, but they didn’t realize it could be that worse.

At a speed of around 10km, thrice they went to and fro on the 4km stretch hoping for their luck to shine but that wasn’t going to be the case that night.  In-fact, in the middle of their third try, BIKE’s GEAR CHAIN BROKE OFF.

Now not only they were without shelter, but without transport also. Plus they had to carry the bike also. Luckily, Manhar and Bhutani had their communication devices!


I had just gone for sleep. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up. “Hello, Sarthak. We are in great trouble, need your help urgently.” I got a bit worried. But then they explained me everything and I, being their true friend, would have loved to see them spending night on footpath, but then the class 3rd quote of ‘A friend in need is a friend in deed’ struck my mind and I invited them to my place.

I woke up and informed my mother and made arrangements for their stay.


Pushing their bikes for about a km, they reached my place at around 3am. Manhar and Bhutani were visibly startle of what has happened with them. The thought of lost keys, stranded bike and, most importantly, of their parents reaction were still giving them jitters. But for the next half an hour or so, the three of us were only LAUGHING!

At around 3:30AM we three went to sleep and the tragic night ends.

The upcoming morning

While I was still sleeping, Manhar and Bhutani woke up and left my home at around 7AM. They tried to find out any locksmith but none was available so early in the market. They went to the market for breakfast, but shops were still closed. So they randomly decided to enter the jogger’s park and complete the 1km lap (I am glad they still had so much energy left with them). After completing the lap, they laid themselves on the grass for next half an hour.

After which they moved on and took the number of a locksmith and called him. He promised to reach the house in 15mins, but after repeated calls reached there in 1.5hrs. The neighbors offered them some lunch and in the meanwhile the locksmith completed his work. They could enter their home once again!

After the night, Manhar has decided not to repeat the mistakes again and to keep a distance from Bhutani. While Bhutani, he is still busy in getting his bike repaired!

Also read: One day @ Examination Centre

(@My friends: You keep on doing such incidents and I will keep writing blog on them.)

Do comment. Thanks.

One day @ Examination Centre

My friend Mohit narrated this incident on the condition that I should write a blog on this. So here I am accomplishing my promise.

What will you do if the only way to pass an exam is to cheat? And what if you are caught cheating? If every teacher wants that students should score high in exams, then why don’t they allow cheating?

Raising such and other critical issues of a student life, based on the real life incident of my friend Mohit Aggarwal, is this blog.

Freshly out from the peaceful and study-oriented school life into the chaotic and fun-filled college life, is Mohit Aggarwal. The time he entered the college, he faced lots of challenge. He was burdened with the responsibility of a car which he had to drive daily between college and home. Unfortunately, he also got a large bunch of friends. With car and friends, “bunk” was inevitable. On top of this, the demons(read: teachers) didn’t allow him to study in classes and he was often thrown out of the class. Mohit faltered to these troubles and his attendance went as low as 20%. But he continued his fight.

In such a non-conducive environment for studies, clearing the semester exams was next to impossible. But Mohit was a dedicated and hardworking student. Inspired by his friend Akhil, he decided to opt for “helping notes” (generally referred as ‘farre’). The cruel college never wanted its students to score high and thus, helping notes were not allowed. Still, Mohit was focussed to score high marks.

On the D-day, Mohit’s pocket were filled with helping notes. But the eyes of examiner were not allowing him to use them. Though Mohit was getting passing marks, he was determined to top the class. So, he opted for washroom to read the helping notes.

A security guard entered the washroom. A student is so serious about his career that he is studying even in washroom and the guard thought Mohit was cheating! Wat a shame!

Mohit then showed his kindness, and offered all the money in his wallet to the poor guard (In short, bribed him!). But guard was cold-blooded and he refused. He asked Mohit to move out of washroom, while Mohit wanted to continue his study.

Guard tried to push Mohit and Mohit’s hand banged the granite separator (between two washroom sinks). The granite came crashing out on the floors, creating a loud THUD!! The noise reached the demons house (staffroom) and soon the washroom was filled with them, including HoD (Head of Demons).

HoD listen to the story and was so impressed with Mohit’s dedication that he made him write everything (helping notes, lending money, fall of granite) on a piece of paper and also took his autograph on that paper (*confession letter*). He also called Mohit’s parents to felicitate them for their son’s bravery.

Mohit was sent back home without the need of completing the exam.

At home Mohit was too modest to tell about his achievements to anyone. Neither he wanted to waste his parents time for his college work. So he made arrangements for a mother from outside.

In the next exam, as usual, Mohit was engaged in his books and thus, forgot to carry his admission card. Mohit lended his car’s key to his friend, Akhil and asked him to bring the admission card. Meanwhile he thought about meeting the HoD to thank him for that day. But unluckily (luckily!), HoD had gone for15 days holiday. This meant no felicitations for parents and no fake mother! (Poor Mohit!)

Mohit was again busy in studies, he received a call from Akhil, “Mohit your car has met an accident!”

His friend Akhil, just like him, was occupied in books while driving and didn’t see the bus and the front part of car into it.

On one side was the car, on other side exam. Should he take care of his car and skip the exam?

One person and so many responsibilities!! But at that moment, Mohit showed his real mettle. He gave a damn to his car because for him nothing is more important than studies. He again signed the autograph for not bringing admit card and gave his exam- this time without any helping notes!

As the exam ended, he rushed to his car. Showing the true color of friendship, instead of blaming Akhil, he told his father that it was all fault of the bus driver.

The car damages costed Rs.65000. In the same week, Mohit also broke his bluetooth and lost his credit card. But for him, the real damage were that 2 minutes that he wasted deciding between the car and the exam. He could have read a page in those 2 minutes!!

Today, a month has passed to this tragic incident. The insurance company has compensated the car damages. Mohit got 7 marks in first exam and managed to clear the second one. The HoD never called him again (how thankless!). On top of all, his parents still have no clue about their child’s achievements (how proud they will be on knowing all this!!).

Even after so many troubles (caught cheating, false attempt to bribe, breaking granite wall, fake mother and the car accident),  like most Indian movies, in the end AAL IZZ WELL prevailed! :)

I am proud to have such a dedicated and studious friend like Mohit. :P

With the hope that every student will take inspiration from Mohit and devote their entire life to studies, I submit my post.


P.S.: If you are Mohit’s sister, don’t believe on anything I have written.