This will be in continuation with "A story no less interesting". First, I apologize for such an end, think of it as a mega serial whose next part will be broadcasted next week, now as you apprehend.

He didn't know if he was happy or sad. He had passed the exam (they say-with flying colors - and stuff like that) but he absolutely felt no urge to go to that place. On the examination venue, he had seen some fat and low faces with noses high above their heads. People there seemed to have a platonic orgasm whenever the name of Satyajit Ray or Ritwik Ghatak or Jean Luc Goddard or some name came into their mouths.

However, the boy felt nervous and alien as he stepped into the department. His feet were already heavy. As he entered the department corridor, unknown faces he saw only. There were two classrooms on either sides, an office room, a library(the boy found about it later), and a staff room. There was a wooden bench in front of the department. The boy sat there, tight. The staff room is where the interviews were been taken. The teachers were calling the students, one by one, and the boy knewing that he still had time tried to concentrate on the ambience. Was it to happen that way or was the boy consciously doing it, he didnot know, but he was filled with astonishment at a scene not far away from his bench. A girl was standing near one classroom chatting with a plum boy. the girl was swaying her body in a rhythm that matched her tone of speech. She looked like one directly from a Jane Austen novel, somewhat arrogant, somewhat mischievous, always blushing and faking a silly smile that stick to her lips like an adhesive. The plum boy had no chance on his part, but by the look of his face one can say that he tried his goddamn luck. Often have you come across a game where you are to hit a rolling ball with two sticks, the more you hit, the more points you achieve. A fat women, real fat, was that ball. She rolled from this gathering to that gathering and that gathering, who knows who achieved the points...

Again, I must apologize for such a hasty end. It will be followed later. bye.