“I Too Had a Love Story” - Infosys, Mysore Diaries - #BlogChatterA2Z

 Prelude: This chapter is dedicated to the novel “I too had a love story” by Ravinder Singh

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Tired after our trip to Chamundi Hills, Arjun and I were glad that we did not have any other plans for the day. Myra, on the other hand, had dinner plans with Chetan. We reached the hostel by 5 PM and went back to our respective rooms. 

After 2 hours or so, someone knocked on my door. It was Myra. She had a Fastrack watch in her hand, it was one of the gifts that Arjun and I got for her. I had totally forgotten about the gifts.

“This is so good”, she said. Before I could say something, she grabbed my hand and took me to her room. The closet that she never used was open. In it, there were a couple of hangers with some clothes hanged; the whole arrangement looked like a mannequin. The hanger mannequin had a lovely top and a pair of jeans on. There were sneakers at the mannequin’s supposed feet. As our hanger mannequin lacked hands, there were a few accessories such as a bracelet, clutch, etc. placed in the closet. 

“This feels so special”, she said. 

“Glad you liked it”, I smiled. 

“I’ll wear the top and jeans that you guys gifted for today’s dinner”, she said.

I looked at her bed, a lovely dress was on it.

“No, save it for another day. For today’s dinner, that dress would be lovely. Now, get ready, have a good time, and let’s meet tomorrow”, I said. 

                                     *

The next morning, we three met for breakfast. Myra had a book in her hand. The title of the book was “I too had a love story”. 

“Let me guess, Chetan gave you that book for your birthday?”, I said.

“Yes, he did. I think I exaggerated my reading habits. Why don’t you guys read this book and let me know? If it’s good, I’ll read it. “, she said. Arjun and I were the readers of the group. Arjun took the book and started flipping pages of the book.

“It looks like a cheesy love story, which is not my favorite genre. Priya will read it”, Arjun said.

“I would love to read it. In fact, I’ll read it today”, I said.

It was Sunday and I did have time to read it. 

We planned to meet for lunch and dispersed.

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I sat down with the book and flipped the pages. It was a small read, it was about 200 pages. I read about the author and acknowledgments.  I was thrilled to find out that he was a fellow Infoscion. He started his career in Infosys and later started writing books. 

I started reading the book, which was an absolute page-turner. It was a love story, had interesting characters and extremely interesting dialogues. I just couldn’t put it down. 

Suddenly the phone rang and it annoyed me. Arjun had called me, it was lunchtime. I said impatiently that I was not hungry and would skip lunch.  

“You’re reading the book, aren’t you?”, Arjun said.

“Yes, I am in the middle of it. It’s very interesting. I will call you guys after finishing it”, I said quickly. 

“Just come for 15 mins and have a quick lunch”, he insisted.

“You don’t get it, do you?”, I said and hung up the call.

I had already lost a few minutes. 

I started reading the book and in about 30 minutes or so, Myra knocked on my door. She simply handed me a sandwich, juice and left. Our understanding was beyond words.

I put down the food on the table and resumed reading the book. I read on and on and on. After an hour or so, I put down the book and hid my face in my hands. After a minute, I started bawling loudly. The book had moved me so much that I just couldn’t stop weeping. The story was quite emotional. I wept for about 20 minutes. I then went straight to Myra’s room and knocked on her door. I thrust the book in her hand. 

“Read it… NOW”, I ordered, weeping all the while. She looked stunned for a second and then looked at the book.

“I’ll start immediately”, she said. 

After 3 hours, she knocked on my door with tears in her eyes. We wept together. 

We then headed to dinner with our tear-laden faces. Arjun was surprised to see us like that. Myra gave him the book, “Read it NOW”, she ordered him. We had a quick dinner and dispersed.

After 3 hours or so, nearly at midnight when I was half asleep, I got a call from Arjun. He was crying. 

“I know, it’s okay”, I said. 

The next week, the book was passed onto Anusha, Swati, Sravya, Sirisha, and almost every other person we knew. Some of them hardly ever read books but they all read this one.

They all had a similar reaction. We were all extremely proud because the author was a fellow Infoscion.

I grudgingly thanked Chetan for introducing us all to such a lovely book. He looked extremely pleased with himself.

Note: Don’t you want to know why we’d all wept after reading the book? Then, please read “I too had a love story”, by Ravinder Singh, an Infoscion. (I say the last part with a lot of pride) 

-- To be continued

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"Hillside Getaway" - Infosys, Mysore Diaries - #BlogChatterA2Z

 It was finally Myra’s birthday that Saturday and we were glad that it was during the weekend. We'd planned a cake cutting for her at the Oasis food court on Friday night at 12 AM. We wanted to plan a surprise getaway for the weekend but sixth sense told us to ask her what she wanted to do for her birthday. When we asked her, she said that she wanted to visit the holy Chamundi Hills with just the two of us: Arjun and I.

On Friday, all our college mates plus Chetan and Suraj gathered for the cake cutting. There were about 25 of us and it was a nice celebration. Her birthday was the first birthday in our group at Mysore and not one person missed it. It was also nice to see many other cake cuttings happening around and Myra got wished by almost everybody in the food court. 

We all dispersed after the cake cutting. I wished Myra “Happy Birthday” once again and retired to bed. We had plans of visiting the Chamundi Hills the following day and had to wake up early. She had plans of meeting Chetan for dinner. I could see him itching to ask her if he could join us but she was firm with her decision. 

The next morning, we woke up early. I packed all the gifts that Arjun and I had bought for her. I then went to her room on the pretext of borrowing clothes and placed all her gifts in a closet that she never used. We wanted to give her gifts throughout the day but it would be a lot to carry them.

We wore traditional attire and boarded the bus from Infosys bus stand to CBS (Central Bus stand) of Mysore. From there we hired a taxi to reach atop the Chamundi Hills. Tourists can also take the bus to reach the hilltop but there’s also a trekking option of climbing 1000 steps. 

We got into the taxi and slowly it started ascending the hill. There were a lot of twists and turns but I could see the view getting better at every turn. 

“What are the famous places here?”, Myra asked us.

We had done a lot of research and couldn’t wait to show off.

“First you have the famous 16-foot-tall Nandi statue. It is halfway from the bottom. Then there’s the actual Chamundeswari temple on the hilltop. The statue of Mahishasura is also famous”, I said.

“Tourists usually first go to the temple and on the way back, at about halfway down, they visit the Nandi statue. There’s also a viewpoint there”, Arjun said.

“You two have done your research”, said an impressed Myra.

We reached the hilltop. It was surreal. If the weather in Mysore was good, on the hilltop, it was perfect. And there was the actual temple which was golden yellow in color and had a quadrangular shape. 

The darshan line was not long and the idol of Goddess Chamundi was spectacular. The three of us were particularly silent that day, maybe we were just lost in our own thoughts or we were just taking it all in. After the darshan, we bought some idols and little gifts for our family. 

Coming out of the temple, we walked towards the large statue of Mahishasura who demonized people and got ultimately lost his life in the hands of Goddess Chamundi. The statue of Mahishasura had a sword in one hand and a serpent in another. 

We took pictures of the idol and got into the taxi. Halfway down, we got down at the statue of Nandi. It was beautiful and a lot of people spent a good amount of time near it. 

There was a nice viewpoint where a lot of people took pictures. The three of us stood looking at the view. It was like meditation.

“Happy Birthday Myra”, Arjun and I shouted from there. Myra had tears in her eyes. 

We then got back to the taxi and went to a restaurant called RRR. It served local South Indian meals. We had lunch and none of us said much. Guess we were having an out-of-the-world experience. 

On our way back to the campus, Myra hugged the two of us and did not let go for a long time…

--To be Continued

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GEC 1 & GEC 2 (Global Education Centers) - Infosys, Mysore Diaries - #BlogChatterA2Z

After the creepy stare from Chetan yesterday, I decided to keep an eye on him. If things get difficult to manage, I’d ask for Arjun’s help.

It was Sunday and having stayed in the hostel yesterday, I wanted to explore the campus. I asked Myra and Arjun to which they said yes and we decided to go exploring after lunch. 

We had a quick lunch in the Oasis food court along with a few of our college mates. We told them of our plan and amongst them, Anusha and Swati wanted to join us. 

“Do you have a plan?”, Swati asked us.

“Not really, but we are planning to walk via the Multiplex (dome-shaped building) and also go to the huge Parliament-like building”, I replied.

“The large building is called GEC2, also known as Global Education Center – 2”, Arjun said.

“But the building where we currently have our training is also called GEC, right?”, Myra said,

“Yes, that’s GEC1 and the large building is called GEC2”, Arjun clarified.

“GEC2 spans over a huge area has a musical fountain in front of it which plays music every evening at a scheduled time for a few minutes.”, Anusha told us. 

“Actually, why don’t I get my camera today?”, she said.

“We can do a photoshoot as well. Let’s also wear white, we can click some pictures in front of it?”, I suggested. 

“Okay, let’s regroup in 30 minutes. Not more than that.”, Arjun warned us.

I was quite excited about all of it. 

“How about we invite Chetan?”, Myra said. 

My excitement was burst like a bubble, but on second thoughts as I’ve planned to observe him, I thought, why not?

“Sure, that’s okay with me”, I said. I could see Arjun hesitate for a minute but quickly said yes. When Anusha and Swati looked at us questioningly, I could see Myra looking flushed. 

I diverted their attention by replying instantly “He sits beside Myra, he’s a friend of ours”, I said. 

We all gathered in 30 minutes and started walking along with Multiplex. Myra took a couple of shots of the Multiplex. I could see Chetan and his friend, Suraj walking towards us. We introduced them to Anusha and Swati. 

“Shall we hang out at the pool for a while?”, Chetan suggested. 

“We’ve already been to the pool. I’ve heard of a place called Gazebo near GEC1, our training block. They sell snacks and tea there. Why don’t explore that place?”, I suggested. I wanted to see how he’ll respond to opposition. I was determined to uncover his true side today.

Just as I’d expected, I saw a flicker of annoyance but he agreed right away. 

Myra took a few shots of the ECC building and we walked to our training center GEC1. Although we had our training classes every day at this building, there was something different about visiting it like a tourist. The central block of the building had large pillars in front of it and a few buildings encompassed it. There was a fountain in front of GEC1 but the most striking part of GEC1 was its never-ending rows of stairs. It was a beautiful building and one couldn’t stop admiring it.

We took some candid photographs near GEC1. 

“We visit it every day, what’s so special about it?”, Chetan said to which we all stared at him.

“Look at the architecture Chetan! “, Myra scolded him. He remained quiet. 

“Gazebo is this way”, Arjun changed the topic. 

We reached a hut-like lovely place which had trees all around it and I could see some stalls there. We ordered tea and enquired the vendor about the available snacks.

“Bun Samosa is available, it is very famous here”, he replied.

There were large benches to sit on and we chose a bench. Anusha and Myra had large plates in their hands. Their plates were laden with samosas which were sandwiched between buns, they looked like mini-burgers. The bun samosas were a synonym for delicious and we loved them.

I could see that Chetan and Myra were a little conscious of everyone and weren’t being themselves. Chetan did not speak much after his GEC1 comment. Arjun finished his samosa quickly and was already checking the pictures that we’d clicked.

After we were all done with having the yummy tea and bun samosas, we walked towards a large dome. We could see the GEC2 building even from a distance. 

“This is THE biggest building of this campus”, Chetan said. 

We reached the GEC2 in a few minutes and stood there staring at it. No adjective could do justice to this building. We were speechless. It was an enormous building with a large dome and a massive central structure with Colonial architecture. It had countless small buildings attached to it, giving it the look of a bird with its widespread wings. There was a huge fountain in front of it and patches of greenery everywhere. 

“Woah”, Anusha and Swati said in unison. 

"Yeah, Woah”, I replied.

We all walked quickly towards the building. I wanted to touch it in order to believe that this was all happening. After a few minutes of admiring the structure, we took some pictures and just sat in front of it. We could see many people staring at it like us.

And then suddenly, it started getting dark and more people were appearing. It must be the time for  musical fountain. And within a few minutes, the musical fountain started spouting water in various patterns and also play nice music to compliment it. It was like watching a ballet. 

After 20 minutes or so, we started walking back towards our hostels, speechless after such a surreal experience. 

After reaching the hostel room, I realized that I had more time to keep an eye on Chetan. For now, I just wanted to enjoy this amazing feeling of being on this campus. 

- To be continued

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"Fiesta" Food court - Infosys, Mysore Diaries - #BlogChatterA2Z

“Hey Priya, what are you up to?”, Myra asked me on phone.

I had just finished laundry and come back to my room. 

“Nothing much, I might go out for dinner in some time.”, I replied.

“Why don’t you and Arjun come to the main gate? There’s a food court called “Fiesta” here and it looks awesome. Let’s have dinner here.”, she said.

“I’ll check with Arjun”, I replied.

I called up Arjun but he did not take my call. I sent him a text about the dinner plan and after 5 minutes, I got a reply saying that he’ll meet me soon. 

Annoyed at this behavior, I was resolved to find out what was happening.

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“What’s with the no-calls policy? And why are you acting strange? ”, I confronted Arjun as soon as we met. 

“Sorry, my phone was on silent”, he replied.

I wanted to ask him why he ignored us in the evening but I did not argue; He looked miserable. 

 “Okay, what happened? Is everything okay?”, I said instead.

“Am okay”, he lied.

We started walking towards the main gate, it was a 30-40 min walk depending on our pace. We could take bicycles but it was an upward slope and riding would be difficult.

“Change is inevitable. We have no option but to embrace it”, I said after 10 minutes. Arjun slowed down.

“But what if we don’t trust ‘the change’?”, he asked.

It was clear whom we were talking about. 

“Time will tell. “, I said, “Moreover, there’s nothing we can do about it”.

“Are you okay with 'change'?”, he asked me.

“I’m not but when it’s not in my hands, I try to embrace it. ”, I replied.

 “Some people have the knack of winning hearts”, he said with spite.

“Are you jealous?”, I asked. He looked at me.

 “It’s not jealousy. I don’t like certain changes”, he replied.

I did not know what to concur. Was he upset because it was all happening so quickly? Or did he secretly like Myra? 

We reached the main gate. Myra was coming in through the main gate. 

Chetan followed her.

“Hey Chetan”, I said. Arjun said nothing. 

“Hey guys”, he said.

There was an awkward pause. 

 “Look at Fiesta.. “, Myra said trying to diffuse the tension, pointing to a building ahead. We looked at the enormity in front of us. 

“So that’s Fiesta! I saw it on our first day here. It's huge”, I exclaimed.

“I knew you’d like it”, Myra said.

“Yes, it has almost all cuisines of food available in it. Guests are not allowed beyond this point and hence it has high traffic of people coming in”, Chetan said. 

“Yes, it makes sense since it’s the first food court that you come across on the campus”, I agreed. 

There was another pause.

 “Okay guys, have a nice time. Myra, see you on Monday.”, Chetan said.

“Wait a minute.”, a voice said. It was Arjun. “Why don’t you have dinner with us?”, he asked. 

“Okay”, said a surprised Chetan. I could see Myra smiling.

We entered the famous Fiesta FC (food court). The hall was larger than all other food courts and the FC had multiple levels. The popular kiosks seemed to be Dominos, Polar Bear (ice cream stall), Idlys, and Juice Junction. I took Poori bhaji from one of the less crowded kiosks and chose a table. 

Chetan was the first to come back. He had ordered Chinese food. 

He looked around and said, “Hope we are cool”.

Before I could reply, Myra joined us. I nodded as if saying “later”.

Arjun also joined us shortly and we had a pleasant meal. The food was really good, and we gobbled it. Arjun and I were especially hungry due to the long walk. The conversation was light and we could see that Chetan was a happy-go-lucky person. He asked us questions about our college days. He was not extremely chatty but he was decent enough. Moreover, Myra and he shared a very good rapport and I could see that she was enjoying his company. After dinner, we bade bye to Chetan and stood outside Fiesta. His friends were joining him. 

“So”, Myra said after a pause, “what do you guys think?”

She asked Arjun specifically.

“He’s okay”, he looked into her eyes. “As long as you are happy, we’re okay”, he said with a smile.

We started walking when suddenly I saw someone’s shadow from the first floor, it looked like they were peeping at us. 

It was Chetan…

- To be continued

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ECC (Employee Care Center) at Infosys, Mysore - #BlogChatterA2Z

ECC stands for Employee Care Center, in short, it refers to the Hostels managed by Infosys for employees and trainees. All the trainees were supposed to stay in the residential area of the campus. There was strict separation of hostels for boys and girls and each hostel building was guarded 24*7. Our hostel guard's name was Bojappa who was stern but helpful. He would remind us whenever we'd forget our ID cards.

Our training batch was allotted single rooms and I still remember the first day that I entered my room. One glance at the room and I felt grateful that all my hard work has finally paid off. 

The room was spacious and had a neatly laid bed with two side tables, a study desk + chair to work on, large TV, and a seating area with 2 chairs and a center table. The room also had a large mirror, few cupboards, a safety locker, a telephone for calling room services, and a kettle.  The bathroom had vanity cabins, a large shower area, and good lighting. 

Looking back, I’d say that the Rs. 3500 rent for this room was one of the best expenses of my life.  

We never really got time to spend in our hostel rooms and finally one weekend, I got some time.

The last few days of the training were quite overwhelming and I was glad that it was weekend time, I could finally get some rest. We were going back to the hostel on a Friday evening.

“Chetan asked me out.”, Myra said. Of course, he did. They spent a lot of time now that they were seated next to each other. Arjun and I exchanged looks.

“What did you say?”, I replied. 

“I don’t know, he seems to be a nice guy beneath all that tough boy facade”, she said.

“And those creepy eyes. I still don’t like the way he looks at you.”, I added. 

“Well, maybe he’s creepy. But he cannot help it, he has large, owl-like eyes. I feel I should give him a chance.”, she replied. 

“So, you’re going out with him?”, I asked.

“Am planning to say yes. He’s become a good friend of mine and I would like to get to know him”, she said.

“Sweeeeeet”, I said, enunciating the e’s. 

Myra then got a call and got busy. We reached the Girls’ hostel by then. “So, this is really happening!”, I started a conversation with Arjun. He was unusually silent the entire time. 

“Good night girls”, he said instead of replying to me and sped away. 

 I realized that it had something to do with Chetan.

Myra and I headed to our hostel rooms. I unlocked my room's door and felt an immediate peace on seeing the tidy room. Of course, the housekeeping staff had cleaned it. Every day, we could come back to immaculate rooms, with the bed done, everything in place and the desk would be stocked with tea, coffee sachets, and milk powder. My favorite part of the hostels was definitely the housekeeping services.

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The next morning, a telephone call awoke me. It was Anusha, who sat next to me in class. She asked if we could meet for breakfast and I told her that we could meet later for lunch.

Myra called within a few minutes and said that she’s meeting Chetan in an hour, “Arjun is not picking my call”, she added.

I sensed something was wrong and assured her that I’ll contact him.

I called him up but he did not take my call. He instead sent me a text saying that he was going out with some guys and would meet me in the evening.

With Myra & Arjun away, I started planning my day. I would have lunch with Anusha, Swathi ( another college mate) and maybe chill in my room for the rest of the day. We went to lunch and met other college mates in the food court. 

“Hey shall we go to the laundromat today evening?”, Anusha asked me after lunch. We decided to meet at about 5 PM and went back to our hostel rooms. I laid down on my cozy bed and watched TV for a while. It felt very peaceful. We all need privacy once in a while. 

At about 5 in the evening, I knocked on Anusha’s room. She came out with her laundry bag.  

“Hey is it okay if Myra doesn’t join us?”, she asked.

“That’s okay. We’ll go next week”, I replied.

“You three seem very close and rather keep to yourself”, she said.

From a third person’s point of view, we did look like a closed group.

“Yes, we are close, we hung out in the same group in college”, I replied.

We reached the laundromat which was about 1 block away from our hostel. It was a large room and had about 100 washer-driers. 

“Woah”, I exclaimed looking at the stack of machines. 

We picked 2 washing machines and dropped our clothes in them. 50 minutes time was displayed on it. 

“Let’s go out for tea? We can come back in 40 minutes.”, I suggested.

We were crossing the road to go to the Oasis food court when we saw Arjun going on a bicycle. 

“Arjun”, I shouted.

He gave a quick glance and sped without responding.

Why was he ignoring us???

- To be continued

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The Infosys, Mysore Diaries: "Dev Square" : #BlogChatterA2Z

Infosys training includes 6 days of induction, 3 months of Generics training, and 3 more months of Stream training. We were just done with our “honeymoon phase” (induction) and gearing up for the Generics training, which focused on the fundamental concepts of Software Development such as C language, Database systems, etc.  

“The upcoming classes need focus and punctuality. Please reach the class early tomorrow.”, Arjun warned us during dinner on Sunday night, the night before the training.

“Are you worried about the two of us or just Priya?”, Myra teased to which Arjun and I glared at her. “You guys hold a record for breaking up after 1 date. Plus, you’re not awkward at all.”, she continued.

Before she could tease us further, we started walking out of the Oasis food court and headed towards the hostel area. Pretending to go out on a date with Arjun in order to plan Myra’s birthday was a bad idea!! After coming back from our “supposed” date, Myra was unbearable. Arjun, who couldn’t stand her teasing anymore, broke out and told her that we are not dating anymore. This led to more teasing and I suspected that it would go on for 2 more weeks, until her birthday. I resolved not to pay any attention to it but get ready for tomorrow’s session.

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The Generics training would take place in GEC - 1 (Global Education Center). We reached the building 20 minutes early and located our classroom. Our classroom was a large circular room with multiple rows of seating and looked like a mini auditorium. A center stage had a mike and a large projector screen.

Arjun was waving to us from the first row. 

“Imagine your luck to be seated in the very first row”, I laughed.

For some reason, Arjun was still pointing us to the first row. We walked towards the first row, my heart skipped a beat. It was my employee id number on the placard.

“Oh, God! First row, first seat”, I said. I looked around, Anusha, our college friend was seated next to me. The entire row was filled with people from our college. We all exchanged hellos.

“I think you are seated in the last row.”, Anusha said to Myra's questioning glance. 

“What!!! Yay!!”, Myra exclaimed and left.

The instructor entered the class at 8.59 AM and quickly introduced the attendance process. It was similar to entering OTP from your personal mobile, but you've to do it from your allotted computer. This system was very clever; there was no scope of marking fake attendance for your friends.  

The instructor then introduced himself and turned on the projector. 

“Excuse me, Sir”, someone said. 

The entire class of 80 students looked at the door. It was Chetan and Suraj! I wanted to turn back and look at Myra but the instructor was right in front of me. 

“Please come back for the next class”, he said. 

“Sir, we had no idea that we’re not allowed into the building without ID cards, we forgot them in our hostel rooms.”, Chetan pleaded.

“Am sorry, come back for the next class. Now, enjoy a nice tea in the food court”, the instructor replied.

“Sorry sir”, they said and continued standing outside the class. 

I felt bad for them. 

The instructor started the class as though nothing happened. He introduced the course and the course agenda. 

“You’ll have a theory, practical sessions and after the course ends, you’ll have to take a test. If your test scores and GPA are not good enough, you’ll be sent home.”, he said. 

There was a collective sigh from the class.

“Dev Square”, he emphasized, “is going to decide the future of your training. It is a tool used for taking tests and will also report your scores. Now, let’s take a sample test.”, he said and came over to my computer.

“Now, what’s your name?”, he asked me.

“Priya”, I replied.

“Okay, Priya, why don’t you open the “Dev Square” application, it should be on your desktop.?”, he said.

“Okay good. Now, select a sample test. Click on “Basics of C”, “easy” level. Enter 5 for the number of questions. “, he directed.

A multiple-choice question was displayed on my screen. 

“Now, enter your answer for it”, he continued. All the trainees around me leaned closer to me. This is why I hated sitting in the first row.

I entered an answer for it. 

“Are you sure?”, he asked me. I nodded and clicked on next.  A true or false question was displayed. This was getting to my nerves. 

Somehow, I finished the rest of the test.  The screen said “Finish and Submit”,

“Now, here comes the fun part.”, the instructor said.

I clicked on the Finish button. “Calculating Scores”, the screen said.

My heart started beating loudly. I could see people from the next 2-3 rows peeping at my screen, some people from the adjacent rows had actually come down to my place.

“80%”, the screen displayed. I just stared, I did not know if this was a good score or not.

“Passed”, the instructor declared. I sighed relief, the rest of the class started talking.

“But one more question and you’d have failed.”, he said. 

I did not respond. The instructor went back to the dais and addressed the class.

“Focus on the course, practice examples and you’ll not have to worry about Dev Square”, he concluded the class. It was break time and people broke into chatter. 

My heart was still beating fast. I hated Dev Square, it looked like a regular application but it definitely brought chills down my spine. I also hated sitting in the first row. To add to this, I saw Chetan and Suraj entering the classroom. I pretended not to look at them. They crossed me and walked towards the end of the class. 

“Are you tensed?”, Anusha asked me.

“Yes, a little”, I replied and turned back to look at Myra, I wanted to go out for a break.

Chetan was seated next to Myra and looked like they were engrossed in a deep conversation !!!

- To be continued

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