"hey don't drag me am not going to interfere, its private affair of Hem bro and you' Parth winked
"hey enough guys, lets not distract Hem, we are already late, need to reach before evening."
"that's all thanks to our dear Parth, its him who forced to visit our old school otherwise we would have reached Shimla by now." stated Hem.
five of them used to study a famous convent school in New Delhi in childhood hence their bond was so strong. Upon reaching Delhi Parth insisted to visit the school as its first time after 22 years they 5 gathered together in Delhi. Although they were sure that it will take just few minutes as noone of their time will be available there but to their surprise few teachers still were working, also old guard of school could remember the pentagon and also current students got introduced to famous and well established ex students hence it took more than 2 hours to complete the visit. Although that was a beautiful experience to them but now they are late in their trip.
"is that effect of your historian neighbor that nostalgia had struck you Parth bro?" asked Suhas with a straight face but his tone made others giggling, all are aware of Parth's crazy neighborhood.
"we need to be thankful to her then, at least for her passive effect we were able to relive our childhood memories once again, all the mischieves and adventures we did all the scolding and punishments we got, also the love, blessings and guidance we attained from our teachers that helped us to be what we are now, we got chance to cherish those." said Yudi, all nod in agreement.
Parth looked outside from his window, ever since the mention of Shimla was raised to him he is being flooded with nostalgia. More Shimla is coming near more he is going back to time.
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22 years earlier.
on the playground of a famous convent school of new Delhi a 12 years old boy was sobbing burrying his face on shoulder of a boy around 15.
"yudi bro how will I stay without you all, why does neither our parents nor principal sir is understanding" he murmurs
"Parth try to understand whatever our parents do decide are for our betterment only." Yudi tried to console Parth controlling his tear.
"How can you say so Yudi bro can we leave without Parth? "said Hem who was standing beside them.
"please don't go Parth bro" Naksh and Suhas held Parth's hands from either side.
Parth's father does transferable service and now he is being transferred to a remote place hence Parth is needed to be admitted in boarding but the school where they study doesn't have hostel facility hence Parth is being sent a missionary boarding school of Shimla. Even principal though loved Parth agreed to this situation and gave tc to Parth , and with his recommendation Parth had already accepted as a student there. So though Parth was not ready to go but he had no choice so all his group.
"Parth will always be in our heart and after our school ends we can meet again while growing up, so now smile and let's send off Parth with a happy farewell, i don't want Parth goes with heavy heart."
Yudi's words were meaningful none could disagree. So everyone embraced Parth wiping tears and at last bid adieu to Parth with a promise that they will keep contact through letters. It was mid 90"s when mobile phone and internet was unknown to Indian student world , letter was not confided for only official works and in text book it was a medium of communication, a very necessary one.
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Bishop Cotton School of Shimla , founded on year 1859 was oldest boarding school for boys in Asia (its for real) . Not only history and reputation the school is rich with its natural beauty due to its location.
Though sad but Parth had a eye for beauty since childhood. So on the first sight Shimla had an effect on nature lover Parth's mind and so is the school with its presence that evoked respect in Parth's heart.
"perhaps my days won't pass that much bad here what i thought." murmured Parth.
after all the official formality of admission Parth's parents bid him good bye, father couldn't stay as he had to reach to his work place to the very day and mother also had to follow him.
Parth entered into school complex. First time in this 12 years of life he is completely alone. He was walking towards the classroom although he didn't know how to find the room in this huge campus. He was mindfully watching surrounding,Suddenly a push from back, he stumbled but managed himself. Upon looking back he found a group of boys around 16-17 had surrounded him.
"new admission?" asked a boy who seemed to be leader of the gang. quite shrewd and arrogant he was looking
Parth nodded.
"are you dumb? or don't have tongue in you mouth?" other boys laughed and the leader boy came closer to Parth.
"boys he is new doesn't know the rule , let's teach him." he said to other boys and then turned to Parth "If Harsh Acharya asks something the question need to be answered, that's the rule everyone must follow here." continued the boy. "introduce yourself"
"Parth Kapoor from Delhi.." before Parth could complete Harsh cut him in middle.
"So in Delhi schools don't teach to pay respect to seniors?" Harsh taunted "rule no. 2 here you must greet your seniors."
"Good morning seniors" Parth greeted calmly
Harsh smirked, looks like the new boy is already scared by them. He observed Parth closely. Parth's bag fell from hand and his books were shattered. Parth was about to collect those. harsh held his hand.
"rule no. 3 , every work here needs senior's permission. So if you want to collect your books you must follow the rule." Harsh announced.
"may I take my books ?" asked Parth again calmly.
"yes you may " harsh and other boys laughed.
Parth sits and starts to arrange his books, his pencil box and other things to his bag, Harsh was thoroughly observing him. Suddenly his eyes fell upon a very small beautiful show piece. It was a bow with adjoined arrow only 4 inches long. He picked it up. Parth got tensed. Its a gift four of his buddies had gifted him by saving their pocket money for tiffin. Hem bro had to suffer a lot for this savings. This gift is more precious to him than his life.
"give me it back Harsh bhai" asked Parth
"why? is your life stored here?" Harsh taunted again.
"its very important to me, please " Parth still said calmly.
"ok then take it" Harsh bounced it on air towards other boys , he wanted to play around for a while but to his surprise Parth jumped and caught the show piece before other boys could get it. Harsh was shocked to see the new boy's courage. how dares he interrupt his fun?
"how dare you disrespect your senior, now your precious thing will be snatched forever." Harsh tried to snatch the gift but this time Parth held his hand.
"enough is enough, i showed you respect that seniors deserved but seniors need to behave like ones not as hooligans" said Parth calmly yet firmly.
His grip tightened over Harsh's wrist and surprisingly Harsh found he is not able to free his hand. He was always proud of his strength but today his 4-5 years junior boy is proving him wrong.He tried to punch Parth with another hand but parth stopped it with his elbow
"ouch" it pained Harsh's fist.
seeing their leader's reputation in trouble other boys came to free harsh , two of them tried to pull Harsh from parth's grip another one tried to attack parth. but parth elbow was enough to bring him on ground. Then he suddenly left Harsh's hand and upon loosing balance Harsh and other two boys fell on ground as well.
Harsh couldn't believe his eyes. He never could imagine such a slim looking boy can possess such strength.
Upon recovering from shock Harsh got up hurriedly and advanced to teach lesson to the new comer. but before he could reach to Parth someone came between.
Parth surprisingly noticed the new boy , almost of his age dark skinned , curly hair with a mischievous smile on lips and shining jet black eyes. At a very first glance the look mesmerized him.
"Krish, what are you doing here?" Harsh's was annoyed.
Parth noticed other boys have already disappeared with coming of this boy named Krish.
"may i ask the same question to my dear senior, Harsh bhai?" said Krish sarcastically.
"see you needn't interfere in every place" Harsh said but Parth found there is not much attitude in his voice anymore.
"If i would have interfered earlier you wouldn't have got a chance to make fun of yourself" Krish smirked. It brought a smirk on parth's face too.
Harsh became a bit desperate now being humiliated by his juniors "Krish you are crossing your limit" He advanced to them then only a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Parth found another boy of harsh's age with a silver white complexion and strong well built feature.
"looks like a horse is becoming out of control" says the boy "this aswa needs to get a reign"
"Vallu?" now Parth found Harsh is terribly scared.
"dau" smiled Krish "i was asking Harsh bhai the same but looks like you can do it better."
"don't worry my little brother , your Vallu bhaiya is always there for such noble work." smiles Vallu and then turned to Harsh "i think this is time for maths class , today sir is going introduce a new formula i guess, so i am leaving now" He left.
Harsh looked at Krish and Parth angrily and then left hurriedly. He is weak in maths so needs to follow the class.
Now Krish turned to Parth and smiled. Parth couldn't imagin if someone ever can have such a charming smile.
"welcome to our school Parth" Krish embraced Parth tightly. Such a warmth was of that embrace Parth forgot all sadness of him.
"I am Krish from 7th standard" Krish shakes Parth's hand in a tight warm grip. Parth sighed in relief Krish is of his same standard.
"so you only practice Karate or tried hand on Judo too?"the mischievous smiled played on Krish's lips.
Parth looked at him shocked.
"come on Parth , don't be so surprised , and person having common sense and eye sight would have get that your moves were of a typical martial art student's ones." Krish smiled again.
Parth now understood krish posseses a higher level of IQ and intelligence. He was being charmed with every passing moment.
"Let's go to our room , we are getting late." Krish patted on Parth's back.
"who was that Harsh?" Parth at last managed to say something.
"Harsh Acharya is our school captain, son of a famous spart person Dr. D. Acharya who is a teacher of sport academy of London. Harsh is proud of his father's fame and wants people to treat him like that hence we jokingly call him Ashwa or horse sometimes." Krish giggled that brought smile on Parth's face too.
"and who was Vallu Bhaiya?" asked Parth again
"dau? he is Shubham Chauhan but we call him Vallu bhaiya only. He is adopted son of my family but I love him more than my own blood , my favourite big brother , He is also school prefect hence Harsh keeps distance to Vallu bhaiya and me."
In no time Parth and Krish's friendship went strong. Parth got to know Krish had lost his parents in childhood, his mother's sister and sister-in-law has raised him, though in Shimla there lives Krish's uncle's family but Krish and Vallu live in boarding.
after a month of coming to Shimla Krish took Parth to his uncle's house and parth got mesmerized for second time. The reason was 8 years old daughter of Krish's uncle , a walking , talking baby doll
"Subha" Parth didn't hear such a sweet word ever
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