Logical Conclusion
This is a real story based on events happened in the room that is on the very edge of a university that is in the middle of nowhere. The names of the characters in this story are purely incidental and can be contacted any time before this June.
This story is about four friends who gathered in Room 127 of Iqbal hall, in middle of exam preparations. This meeting was called upon by “Muchar”, the one with no mustaches and “Peer Bodla”, with no followers. “Lads” and “Tha” joined them in the room shortly after “Bodla” left a message to both. All four of them gathered around the electric heater that was now working on generator even after warnings from Resident Tutor several times.
After settling around the heater, like around bonfire with coffee mugs in their hands, “Lads” exchanged dark looks with “Tha”. There was definitely something wrong today. “Muchar” anticipated their glances and asked “Lads”:
“What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing”, said Lads.
“Come on blurt it out, actually I’ll tell you “Muchar”, “Lads” is really nervous about our future prospects”, Tha said.
“Well there is nothing much to be worried about it, or is it?” Bodla wondered out loud.
“Well let’s end this today, shall we boys?” Muchar said with enthusiasm.
“Yes sure!” Everyone agreed.
“Let’s make the list of things we can pursue after graduation”. Muchar said.
“There is Public Sector; Private Sector; Masters from other than UET Taxila; Masters from abroad or even going to Middle East for Job Hunt, or join UET Taxila for Masters and end up being a lecturer in UET Taxila again”. Lads said.
“Well this is a lot we can do then”. Bodla said happily.
“Wait! Let us narrow down these”. Tha interrupted Bodla.
“Okay! We cannot get a job in Public Sector because that would require a ‘TagriSifarish’ from a local MNA”. Muchar said.
“Private sector won’t pick up graduates like me. They’ll be looking for high GPA boys and boys from NUST and GIKI. Tha! Why don’t you ask your father, he’s a senior engineer after all”? Lads said.
“They don’t pick ‘Mechanical Engineers’ ”. Tha said gloomily.
“My Mamu can’t help either; I’ll have to pass the test at least to get into public sector”. Bodla cried.
“Okay! Skip public and private sectors; I don’t want Masters from UET Taxila, what about Masters from abroad?” Muchar said.
“Oh come on, we don’t want to clean dishes; become a waiter or a security guard! That might suit you not us”. All three of them busted on Muchar.
“Okay then, this leaves us one option, go to Middle East and find a job there”. Lads said.
“Useless! Many seniors went there and came back empty handed”. Tha declared.
“I had never thought that such a time would come in my life when I’ll have to decide about my future like this. I guess I’m good with Masters from Pakistan, either from NUST or GIKI”. Bodla sighed.
“Who will let you enter there? Ever looked at your GPA?” Lads ranted.
“Well this leaves us with one and only one option now and this is the best one. It will even save us from our worrying parents; ranting Rishtaydaar; ever-demanding uncle and aunties and God knows what else”. Muchar said softly. “I have a plan to save us all from these forsaken lives of ours!”
“What is that?!” everyone said rejoicing.
“Let us suicide. Lads! You can jump from the newly constructed Water Tank near Gate1. Tha! You can hold this heater’s power cable for a while. Bodlay! You can eat those multi-vitamins of yours or any drugs you have in considerable amount, and for me, I will drown myself in Khanpur Dam and they will eventually name a society after me too!”
“This seems very logical!” Tha said looking lost.
“Yes indeed!” Lads shouted, looking like he already reached the next world.
“Well it is a Logical Conclusion”. Bodla said with his big eyes getting bigger.
After five minutes of silence everyone left the room for it was their final exam tomorrow, they might even forget this conclusion of today in the misery of preparations, but this idea might retrieve from the closet… for it was a “Logical Conclusion” after all.
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