Ravi, the most misinterpreted boy of the class, why you ask?, in graduation when he was in second semester, he had to rewrite the exams because he was suspended on grounds of cheating . How? Another sad story, he asked for a pen from a boy sitting right in front of his desk and the boy had hidden a big note in the pen's body for cheating. Ravi and the boy did not notice and took the pen. Everything went well, he wrote the exam and was confident of getting good marks. When he went to the teacher to submit the sheet, for some damn unfateful reason teacher's pen failed and he asked Ravi for a pen. Ravi not knowing about the hidden note handed him the pen and to his surprise when he was about to sign his sheet the pen opened from the back laying bare the long note prepared for cheating. He tried to explain but the teacher oh for the sake of God! refused to listen and took him to the Head of the Department who expelled him without listening to his side of the story, poor Ravi. Since them his reputation was soiled to be a cheater.
But how do I know so much, well I am his best friend. I have known Ravi for long, he was a thin boy of good height and weight but his bone framework suggested that he could be a good wrestling champion or a good basketball player. Had he been a wrestler he would have been undefeated. Broad shoulders, wide chest, long femur all things suggested that he could be a good wrestler. But nevertheless he was not interested in wrestling.
Having known him for long one thing I had understood. He had a good motivational front because the way he spoke about things with his sparking eyes beaming with confidence reflecting the confidence he had about what he was about to say was marvelous. Besides that he was always there for his friends, offering every help that he could offer and would go great lengths just to make you feel that he is there with you.
I remember visiting his home once. It was a three story structure built in a very shabby appearing and crowded marketplace. He was not from a well versed but a simple family. His family members included two younger sisters and an elder brother, all well educated but their father did not earn much and therefore his house lacked a few things which you would find in a normal household like a washing machine and refrigerator. They lived in a small house with not enough room for everyone. His mother was the sweetest thing, she was very welcoming and generous. With all those hardships , he was still happy to have been able to study always said that he would do something for their family one day. And the ambition he carried that would not wither with time given the confidence and motivation he had.
He shared his room with his brother with a bunker bed which he had outgrown since he was in highschool. and two study tables. Their had their belongings and the posters of Hindu Gods stuck at places where the plaster had come off. But he had dreams and his motivation came from the comic book he read. Superman was his ideal. He would buy each comic book of his favourite superhero and said he likes him for his will of steel and I guess that was his motivation. His brother was preparing for competitive exams so his room was full of books and hence there was little room to keep anything else.
He was a man of great will and any other person who met him was bound to get bowled over given his magical way of speaking. He would spin the web of his words so fine that you couldn't deny his ideology and would definitely want to stay with him for long. Although he was shy at meeting new people, but the moment he would start talking the person in front could only listen and would not be able to speak anything , mesmerized by his way is speaking. I have been his friend for two years and I know he would do great with his life. Given the personal traits he had he could become anything.
Really nice story