Next day as planned my both cousins as well as my aunt came to our home for breakfast. Everyone was sad, disappointed and mostly tensed that what to do next. I wasn't even qualified for entering a good engineering collage as I left behind maths and was lacking by just one mark. Right now even I was tensed .
But there is a saying , " Where their is a will their is a way. " I scrolled for an hour and found that their is something called management quota. Which means I could get admission in any engineering collage if we can contact any member of management.
My brother in low's friend is an engineer and he told he could contact his teachers and get me admitted in his collage.
Initially I was excited because it was in the outskirts of Banglore (One of the metro cities of India). It will be my first time travelling out of my home state all by myself. Honestly I was a bit nervous too. Then I came to know the collage is a minority collage where we must follow Islamic abide rules and regulations.
That was when I had to rethink of it. I contacted one more collage but I couldn't get throught it just for a single mark. That was when I realised why toppers fight for even a single mark.
But my father was very happy listening to the fact that it is a minority institute.
I know someone might think that I am muslim and yet I do not like islamic rules and regulations. But that's not the thing , of course I do not like all of them but yes I do follow and respect most of them. But I was bought up in a catholic school since childhood so getting into a complete different environment was ki d of scary for me. And above all I am a night owl and sleep till late in the morning.
As far as I know Islamic institution are very strict with everything and mostly their way of behaving and thinking might not be same as mine and that was a real problem.
Meanwhile my maternal grandpa started growing more and more sick. So me and my mom planned to go and meet grandpa and bid him bye and inform him about my change of plan in my further studies.
Next day I talked to sir personally . He asked me to pay a part of the donation for booking of seat in collage.
As per the instruction I paid half of my donation and booked my seat. And as per sir's instruction I gave the screenshot to sir. Or more like I thought gave the screenshot to sir. But after a minute my phone started buzzing and displaying Sir's name ( Mustafa Shaikh) .
Me : Assalamualaikum Sir....
I was kind of confused to listen a lady's voice from other side and more surprisingly she was talking to me in my own mother tongue .
Lady : Hello .....Mam apuni muk kihor payment or screenshot dise? ( Hello .....Mam Which payment screenshot did you send me?)
Me : Aitu Mustafa Sir or number nohoi naki? (Isn't this Mustafa Sir's number?)
By the time I realised that what's going on my mom arrived near me and heard the conversation . She started scolding me for messing it up.
Lady: Nohoi diok.....( No this isn't his number)
Me : Aitu kun number ot send korisu kobo paribo ne? (Can u tell me to whose number I sent the screenshot ?)
Lady :Mam ...Aitu MBBS consultancy r official number ot send korisa.( You sent the screenshot to a MBBS consultancy )
Me : Ohh....mam apuni poisa tu ghurai dino paribo naki? ( Ohh.....Mam can you return me the money?)
Lady : Mam apuni kabol screenshot disa....poisa tu amar account ot oha Nai. ( Mam you sent only the screenshot ....your money was not sent to any of our bank accounts.)
That was when I realised what actually happened and left my breath I never knew I was holding all along .
Me : Oh...hobo mam..... Moi bhabisilu ja poisa o apunar account ot goisa.( Oh..okay mam .....I thought even the amount was sent to your account.) Sorry for your inconvenience mam and thank you so much.
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