Final Goodbye

When they have...............

Awards

"So the morning begins with some light and judgment today"

Shela was doing comparing.

"So the award for the Larakran (Fightining) prefect goes to Fajahad Hussain"

He walked proudly to stage on which the video was displaying how he shouted on principal, how he raised his collar in front of their Urdu teacher when they insulted her, how they create fuss in auditorium, how he fought against Taradiddle staff so rashly, how he insulted students made them run Polish shoes, clean washrooms, how he marched out of the office, how he walked near to teacher when she slapped her to provoke her to frighten her and how he took out money from school management for  paint.

Shela: “But before taking award hum sub jan na chahtay hain k Fajahad aap itna lartay kyun hain? Come on, tell us!” (But before taking award, we all want to know that why you fight so much, Fajahad? Come on, tell us!)

Fajahad: “Kyun k (because) no one understands me and the”

Shela: “oo please you never explain too! and if you explain so what it was, we all know that! Now don't open my mouth because we all know how much you are good in misbehaving!!”
The silence was created in whole ground and everyone was looking at each other.
“But it is a fact your, misbehave straighten the school so take this award proudly.”

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And she smiled

After all he realized

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Monday

As he entered, all came around and chorused

"Shela ki engagement ho gai! thoray time baad un ki shaddi hai. Aaj un ka akhri din hai."
(Shela has got engaged! She will have marriage after some months. Today is her last day.)

And he was jaw dropped "Kiya!" (What!)

And then teachers also greeted him "Tumhari Shela ka aaj aakhri din hai" (Today is last day of your Shela!)

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While shela in staff room asking Janita "Fajahad kahan hai?" (Where is Fajahad?)

"Pata nahi" (Don’t know)

"Mila hi nahi aaj pooray din mein" (I have not seen in whole day)

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All college students were standing in ground to good bye her. She was passing by everyone and hugging everyone. At very end she stopped. Fajahad was standing.

She tried to look down at him. And expressively hugged him. "I will miss you Fajahad, mere smart bachay"

She could feel the wetness at her back. The hug was long.

Even the students were whispering "Aray yeh tou ro raha hai!" (He is crying!)

Shela was being supported by principal because her eyes were wet too but she shrugged it off with "Aray I am okay, I am fine, we are separating that why and I will miss him that's why, but Fajahad always remember I am with you" and she hugged him again and said "Uss aag ko zinda rakhna jo jal rahi marnay mat dena kyun k jab woh mar jaye gi phir tum ro gay aur mujhay nahi apne pass nahi paao gay" (Keep that fire alive which is burning in you. Don’t let it go down. Because then you won’t find me near)

He raised up and kissed his forehead. And she hold his hand and took him with her till gate of school from where she left.

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Night

Faraz: “Fajahad ko kiya hua hai?” (What has happened to Fajahad?)

Farah: “Kuch nahi bhai, uski aaj laila chali gai hai, isliye majnu bana phir raha hai”
(Nothing bhai. Today her Laila has left him that’s why he is wandering like Majnu.)

Faraz: “Explain me”

Farhan: “Kiya ho gaya hai Farah, he is literally crying....”
(What’s wrong with you Farah! He is literally crying…)

Faraz: “Mananay ki koshish ki?” (Did you try to please him?)

Farhan: “Nahi maan raha” (He is not getting pleased.)

He walked up

Faraz: “Fajahad”

Fajahad: (sitting, face was hidden but hearing his voice he uncovered it) “jee bhai.”

Faraz: “kiya hua?” (What happened?)

He knelt down in front of him.

He was hiding his tears and sobering.

Faraz: “You are not good in hiding.”

Fajahad: (stammering) “Shela.”

He was listening very carefully

Fajahad: “Chali gai hai.” (Has gone)

Faraz: “Tou?” (So?)

Fajahad: “She is the one with whom I am so comfortable. Ab tou college mein koi bhi nahi hoga.”
(She is the one with whom I am so comfortable. Now, there would be no one in college.)

Faraz: “Fajahad, Fajahad, meeri baat sun.....”
(Fajahad, Fajahad, listen to me…)

And at very night he smiled.

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Farewell's preparation

Principal: “No civil dresses are allowed.”

Fajahad: “Kyun?” (Why?)

Principal: “kyun? Kyun k aap ka rawaiya koi khasa acha nahi tha” (Why? Because your behaviour wasn’t that good)

Fajahad: “Meri waja se aap sub ko saza nahi dey sakti!”
(You cannot punish everyone because of me!)

Principal: “Kyun?” (Why?)

Fajahad: “Kyun k un ka koi kusoor nahi hai”
(Because they have not done anything wrong.)

Principal: “Kusoor tou mera bhi koi nahi hai”
(I also have not done anything wrong.)

Fajahad: “Kusoor tou aap ka hai par ap dekhna nahi chah rahi tou phir main kiya kar sakta hoon.”
(You are culprit. But if you don’t want to see then what can I do.)

And left the room.

And then boys decided.

He walked again there

And said

Fajahad: “Uniform mein chalay ga par raat ko we want five star hotel and secondly breakfast and lunch too. Money is collected. Aur aap ko maana paray ga kyun k yeh mera nahi yeh tamam prefects aur larkon ka decision hai.”
(We are all agreed on uniform but we want five star hotel for dinner and secondly, we want breakfast and lunch too. Money is collected. And you have to agree on it because it is not the decision of mine, alone. It is the decision of all prefects and boys. )

The paper was stamped.

And preparation began.

The announcement was made. The word uniform shrugged the shoulders down but three meals from school and dinner at five star delighted everyone.

Theme of function was decided.

Few boys of pre-engineering secretly started preparing songs

Host selection

Fajahad: “Ma'am Azra, ek host tou main hoon, dusra?”
(Ma’am Azra, who would be the second host if I am the first one?)

Ma'am Azra: “Dusri larki honi chahiye” (It should be girl.)

Fajahad: “OK Ma'am”

And walked away.

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While coming back from caterers, he was guiding others to look at arrangements.

Menu, arrangements all were selected and accepted.

After all day working, Fajahad and Farheen were standing together near stage when Fajahad asked

Fajahad: “Tum mere saath hosting karo gee?”
(Will you do hosting with me?)

Farheen: “Nahi” (No)

Fajahad: “Kyun?” (Why?)

Farheen: “Kyun k stage darata hai” (Because stage frightens me.)

Fajahad: “Dance karte huay tou nahi darata phir bolne mein kyun?” (Stage doesn’t frightens you when you’re dancing then why does it frighten you while hosting?)

Farheen: “Kyun k dance mujhe aata hai.” (Because I know dance)

Fajahad: “Aur bolna? Woh kiya tumhe nahi aata...” (And speaking? Don’t you know speaking?)

Farheen: “Woh bhi aata hai par not good one” (I also know that but not good one)

Fajahad: “Good wood kuch nahi hota jo dil mein aaye bol daalo. Yeh lo mic, bolo, jo dil mein aaye bolo, sub sunnein k awaz k muhtaaj hotay hain, tou phir bolne se kiya ghabrana!”
(There is not anything like good in speaking. Speaking is hat comes in your heart, speak it out. Take mic, and speak what your heart says. What fear is there of speaking when everyone is dying to listen!)

Holding the mic, looking it down, and then at Fajahad who was motivating by jumping the pumps up and smiling with nodding but keeping his eyes brightly open, she then looked in front imagining the crowd and flood it out "Good Morning Daffty, Umeed hai aap khush honge! Aur khush kyun na ho after all its Daffty's...." (Good Morning Daffty! Hope you all would be good! And why won’t be good! After all its Daffty’s….)

She looked at HAP ehi smiled loop sidedly and while taking mic he said "Tumharay naam likhwa kar aata hoon" (I am going to write your name.)

 

Farewell

The day began with halwa puri as they all entered at very entrance on wooden brightly coloured tables having halwai and stove in front to give a feeling of having desi nashta at desi dhaba

It progressed with the performances of beginning of performances having the very first dance of girls on the mimicry they made of larki kyun najanay kyun with “Isliye PC se nafrat aam rehnay dou” (That’s why keep hatred for PC common!) having the main main participation of Zoya.

There was serving of Singaporean spaghetti, gol gapay, slushes, lassi, and all desi items on tables and ending with the boys who clasped his feet when he was saying due to which he said on mic "Abay kambkhton meray pair tou chor dou!" (Leave my legs, you silly dogs!), but they all chorused as the tune played " saari umar bhar mar mar k jee liya ek pal tou ab humein jeenay dey jeenay dey!"(All our life, we have been lived dying, at least for moment, for now, let us live let us live). Everyone was laughing that how much HAP deprived them from flavours but they all stood waving their holding hands and singing together loudly "give me some sunshine give me some rays give me another chance to wanna grow up once again!!"

And the time ended with the arrival of dinner.

Everyone arriving in saris and suits, standing in two lines, welcoming the one who worked hard on farewell who even he chance to get ready in hotel by using hotel clothes and he entered dressed in whole black getting gift from junior as tradition and title sash

 

With flowers and clapping.

But today at dance he was taller than Farah and it was due to 6 inch broad heel if shoes.

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And all standing by the rivers with shadows forming behind.

 

Author's Note

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