>have an exam or something
>go to college
>gatekeeper asks for id proof and hall ticket
>show him
>lets me in
>turns around and calls me back
>"id proof doesn't match saar"
>confused I open my notebook where I had kept my documents
>the hall ticket and aadhar card fly away and land on the street
>as I pick them up i realise i showed him my brother's aadhar card instead
>show him mine
>he says he needs more proof
>get into an argument with him
>he says show laptop
>I ask if he would carry a laptop for no reason to a location he will be forced to leave his bag at the door
>he goes away somewhere
>I just walk into the college and to the exam hall
>there is no exam they just ask us which college we would like to go to just for survey purposes
>they form a line
>find roll no 24 and get behind him
>but they dissolve that line
>go somewhere else and come back later now there's a counter at the door
>they give me a form asking the same question as before
>I just write "IIT Bombay" on th form
>girl beside me "you like IIT Bombay? I went to that college"
(I rarely remember faces from dreams but I remember hers cleary, she wore rectangular lensed glasses, was fair and her face had a bunch of baby fat, I think she tied her hair in a ponytail)
>can't decide what I should say, congratulations?
>"nice nice"
>"why do you want to go there?"
>"I guess because the girls there are beautiful like you" or something along these lines
>she smirks, looks at my arm, presses it, says "not big enough,not enough muscle"
>flustered, look away and try saying "yes I'm working out these days" but it comes out as garbled gibberish
>time to go
>meet with friends
>IIT girl also there
>come lets go she says
>gets on her scooter, i get on my bike, we decide where to go
>"follow that tempo" she says
>im a local so I know the directions but she blindly follows that tempo of hers because she's outsider
>we end up going different routes
>somehow end up in a weird place behind a building
>she's there in an office says she's buying movie tickets
>whatever those outsiders are weird, wait for her on my bike next to her scooter
>she comes back we ride some 100m or something
>there's a petrol tanker driving weird ly we both stop
>it falls into a deep pit next to the road (the pit has really dirty water)
>take out my phone
>"yaar fire department walon ka number bata jaldi,bata na jaldi"[Expand Post]
>she's in shock, can't say anything
>eventually says 108
>dial 108 they don't pick up
>search for landline number of local fire dept with no success
>call 108 again
>this time I hear a callertune song
>disconnect in disgust iss desh ka kuch nahi ho sakta even emergency phone numbers don't work
>besides the bimarus driving the truck seem to be coming out anyway