The Drifting Stones

Nilay Bipul, Anis Bari

Description

Anis Bari is the author of two acclaimed books- Dreams of The Mango People, an inspirational book on how ordinary people choose to become extra-ordinary, and a monograph, Decoding Startups, which has notes on startups along with useful entrepreneurial frameworks. He has received many awards including the most promising entrepreneur of the year award by TiE (The Indus Entrepreneur) and has been a winner of the European Union Business Challenge. Born in Patna (Bihar), Anis went on to study engineering from PES Institute of Technology (Bangalore) and an MBA from the Asian Institute of Management (Founded by Harvard Business School & Ford Foundation), Manila. He is an International Rated Chess Player and a Global Shaper Alumni of the World Economic Forum. Currently, he is a Mason Fellow at Harvard Kennedy School.

Sujets

• Humor
• College Life
• Romantic comedy film
• Love Story
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Partridge Publishing India
• Date de parution: 09 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781543709018
• Langue: English

Extrait

THE DRIFTING STONES
 
FROM THE AUTHOR OF DREAMS OF THE MANGO PEOPLE
 
 
 
ANIS BARI & NILAY BIPUL
 
 
 

 
 
Copyright © 2023 by .
 
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-5437-0903-2

Softcover
978-1-5437-0902-5

eBook
978-1-5437-0901-8
 
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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Cover Design: Sangram Soni
 
 
 
 
www.partridgepublishing.com/india
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to a friend who inspired us to write but couldn’t read this book today. Gone yet not forgo tten.
Kahani Filmy Hai…

Contents
S0-CALLED IIT PREPARATION
Chala Murari Hero Banne
Ladki Ko Mana Kar Diya
And The Result
A NEW LIFE, A NEW BEGINNING
Doobte Ko Tinke Ka Sahara
The Turning Brains on The Running Train
The Golden Gate
The First Day @ Engineering College
Bhabhi Hai Teri
Cinderella & Gorilla
The So-Called Exam Preparation
Valentine’s Day
P-P-P (Pahla Pahla Pyar) Model
The Orkut Days
What You Seek is Seeking You
The Proposal Day
Life is Full of Screw Ups
I HAVE A PLAN… FATE HAS A DESIGN
Patna Ki Ghatna
The Reunion
Always There, in Birthday Bash as well as in Lehman Brother Crash
Tying The Knot
Role Changed; Salary Unchanged
And The Media House
Relative’s Talks Are Always Relative
It’s More Fun in The Philippines
1st Marriage is Overrated, 2nd Marriage is Underrated
Meeting in The Dream or Somewhere in The Sky
Set Me Free
She is A Wish, She has No Reason
About The Authors

Anis Bari is the author of two acclaimed books- Dreams of The Mango People, an inspirational book on how ordinary people choose to become extra-ordinary, and a monograph, Decoding Startups, which has notes on startups along with useful entrepreneurial frameworks. He has received many awards including the most promising entrepreneur of the year award by TiE (The Indus Entrepreneur) and has been a winner of European Union Business Challenge. Born in Patna (Bihar), Anis went on to study engineering from PES Institute of Technology (Bangalore) and MBA from Asian Institute of Management (Founded by Harvard Business School & Ford Foundation), Manila. He is an International Rated Chess Player and a Global Shaper Alumni at World Economic Forum. Currently, he is a Mason Fellow at Harvard Kennedy School.

Nilay Bipul is the author of Brush Up Ur Quant, a modern reference guide for any youth for building fundamentals in quantitative aptitude. Nilay has worked for reputed multinational shipping companies and has travelled around the world. He utilizes his time for learning and sharing through various youth platforms. Born in Patna (Bihar), Nilay went to study marine engineering from MERI (Kolkata) and Masters in Maritime Economics from Rotterdam School of Management in Netherlands.
S0 - Called IIT Preparation


Chala Murari Hero Banne
Place : P atna
Exact Co-ordinates : A room packed with books and 2 bookw orms
Storyteller: A yaan
 
P icture this: a floor covered with every possible IIT preparatory book, a fourth cup of tea on the verge of toppling over, and the two of us, lazing around on the floor with a “Resnik & Halliday” under my head, and a “Morrison & Boyd” under his. I poked Malay and asked him in a matter-of-factly manner “Which IIT will be good for us?”
Malay replied in a firm tone as if we were going to crack IIT as toppers, “I think IIT Bombay Aerospace is alright, IIT Kanpur Electrical is good and IIT Delhi is also ok for a few branches”. He discarded the remaining IITs as if they were not even worth a mention. After an almost a serious discussion on which IITs are good enough for us (completely ignoring the real question- are we good enough for the IIT?), we made yet another failed attempt to solve previous year’s IIT question paper and while our minds were busy playing tug of war with that monstrous question, someone knocked the door, which broke our so-called concentration.
“Kaun Hai? ” I yelled, when someone knocked on the door. Inspite of the harshness in my voice, the reply was full of concern and warmth. My mother replied, “Beta, Bahar room me aao, Koi milne aaya hai” . It was inertia that prevented us from getting up, but somehow, we managed to move out from the study room, which recently had a makeover from a scrap room to study room.
My dad said , “Beta, tum dono idhar aao, ek bhaiya aaye hain aur wo tumlog ko thora guide kar denge”. We entered the drawing room and greeted that “Bhaiya” with a smile. It seems he was eagerly waiting for us as he jumped straight to the point, doing away with all pleasantries. “So how is the preparation going on and which colleges are you guys are aiming for?”
Before anyone could say anything, Malay replied “IIT Kanpur and IIT Bombay”. That guy started staring at both of us as if we said something weird or were just portraying ourselves to be the next Einstein. Well… after having a cup of tea, he in fact requested us to sit for other entrance examinations too. It was this very suggestion that made us doubt this fellow’s worth regarding giving us guidance. I asked him from where he graduated. He confidently replied “PESIT”. So, I smiled and again asked, “ but which college?” He replied again “PESIT”. This time both Malay and I got irritated and Malay dared to ask him again “Bhaiya, wo to theek hai ki aap Pay Seat se gaye ho par college ka naam kya hai?”
It was evident that this upset our guest but being polite he only went on to explain to us that PESIT is the name of a college in Bangalore, in fact one of the best ones in Karnataka. He further talked about its placement records and other things. But we were not at all interested in listening to him, perfectly exemplifying how dumb we actually were.

Ladki Ko Mana Kar Diya
Place : K.C Sinha & U.C Sinha Classes, P atna
Exact Co-ordinates : Of course, 1 st bench, closest to the tea cher
Storyteller: M alay
 
I t was a Calculus class and as the teacher (Prof. K.C Sinha) finished writing the question on the black board, I saw Ayaan fiercely writing some Greek symbols in his notebook and his other hand straight up in the air, defying gravity and making a statement “Sir, I have solved it first”. Sitting on the first bench was based on our firm belief supported by the electromagnetic theory that the field is strongest near its source and decreases with distance.
As the class ended, we waited for about 10 minutes till 300 odd students made their way out from the rear end of the class. As I was about to kick-start my scooter, a girl approached Ayaan and asked “Ayaan, would you please help me with some Maths topic over a cup of tea?” Ayaan and I shared the same bandwidth in terms of dumbness. He was thinking the same thing that was going in my mind. “Abe, ye ladki to mera time waste karegi, paise waste karegi and mere notes lekar IIT me better rank le aa yegi”.
After playing with thoughts, Ayaan replied in a stern voice “No”. Disappointed, the girl left. Without giving even a second glance to the girl, we left on my 82 model Bajaj Priya characterised with sluggish break and enough noise coming from its body to compensate for its lack of horn. As we were moving on Boring Road riding my antique scooter, a bicycle wala almost crushed my ego, as he was parallel with my scooter and about to overtake. Somehow, I salvaged my ego by averting the overtake. ‘Anhoni hote-hote rah gayi’.
Few meters ahead we saw a guy from our coaching institute with whom we used to discuss our doubts and problems of Mathematics. Much to our surprise in fact we were shocked to see him smoking on the roadside. I told Ayaan, “See what Kunal Jaipuriar is doing. He is smoking! He won’t be cracking IIT as he smokes. So, let’s sever our terms with him”. Ayaan nodded in affirmation and we moved ahead. Such was our dedication to the cause. We just had to get through the IIT exams.
After few months of our so-called serious preparation, we finally appeared for our so-called ‘Agni Pariksha’ (Yes, IIT-JEE Exam). We did appear for other entrance examinations too under our parent’s pressure, but that was just for mere formality.

And The Result
Place : P atna
Exact Co-ordinates : Cyber Café with Cabin Faci lity
Storyteller: A yaan
 
W ell, D-Day was finally upon us. It was at 8 in the morning when Malay called me up and said “Abe Saale, result aa gaya. Jal