summer-at-iitk-master.pdf

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This was Franky telling his roll number to the professor
in his natural voice.This was the way he talked and
Haddi was pretty sure the professor hadnt got it.
Nobody could have, not in the first iteration. Franky
kinda ate half the words before they came out of his
mouth.
"What’s that??"
"Shar it’sh Y10053" The voice much clearer this time.
"Ok ....let’s see where your copy is......here you
go.......and here’s the question paper alongwith model
answers"
with that the professor handed over the copy to Franky.
Since Haddi had nothing to do, He decided to peep in
Franky’s answersheet. He was reading the cover of a
copy which had a lot of red colored ink scribbled over it.
On top were probably marks from individual questions.
Below that was the total for the endsem. Written futher
below were marks from the two midterms and in the
very bottom was a number encircled in red which was
the grand total. It was at this moment Haddi realised
Franky's face go all wierd. It was very difficult to guess
what he was trying to express. He didn’t look angry, he
looked partly sad and he definitely wasn’t happy. It was
after a few moments that Haddi realised that he was
about to cry. Curious, Haddi looked around for a reason
and saw it written within the red circle on his copy, the
number 39. By this time the professor too had gotten
curious enough to enquire
"What is it my child"
Franky did seem to utter something but neither Haddi
nor Professor Mao heard anything
"Just calm down son, tell me whats wrong?"
"Shar whill i pash the coursh"