This story is about a loser
A boy from Rajasthan who after passing 12th gets into JEE IIT's tire, that someone who is ever .does not know that it is not just a paper but ek jeevan ko sudar ne wali jahan hai jahan ka lac in lakhs. Or give IIT paper. On hearing this, the boy does not even make a sound out of his mouth, since when he eats his father that I will leave, or whether that boy seems to be there or I am. As soon as the day starts, it starts every boy's mahant or he does so much effort throughout the night, for 15 days in the world, he is busy trying to concentrate his mind on studies, but his mind seems that what is the time Or Ata Zo ldka never used to go to class thickly, that boy now sits in a closed room with the mind of studying or thinks himself why I can't. Or does he go out of his house to worship himself outside or does Jakar eat when he sees himself, or do you study everything diligently to do such a thing as the day His mind is also broken, thinking that I should not fail somewhere, he slowly becomes a seeker of direction, we would not have done even to get out of the direction, that boy is liquor secret pine elgata and then uses it. That what I am doing, it was crazy or I am intoxicated, I think again when it is night, I leave for class as soon as I wake up in the morning or go and talk all these things to my head who knows TB. Sir, seeing him, the name has been used with a heavy weight and said that keep yourself calm, you can even km from Kr. Then the boy says that how did no one work? Then his head has said that your enemy or no one but you are yourself, when you control your mind, you will take care of everything. On hearing this, the boy leaves from Vasa or instead of doing his mind in his grasp, he lies down or gets ready again, this time he is a good innocent person by finding himself in a hug or does so much or in physics It becomes so good that the kita itself is able to solve even the difficult questions or in the same way, it goes on or off, even when I top every paper in the class, it was not being special on it. Whether it is class or room, the talk of the same was going on everywhere, therefore, when will his 6 months be pure or if the last day when the examination of the ji started or that boy was pocha or examination in the examination hall. Started writing He left or went to his room after giving the ISI exam of 2:30 hours. FIR 1 month after the result of the examination comes, then everyone starts eating in the class that that boy will take the first rank, everyone thinks the same but use it, was not studying it, the result came in a lot or everyone got their result If someone is celebrating the joy of passing, then some feel the sorrow of failure, but he is sitting quietly in a corner, his friend does not say anything about the result of your kesa hai, or is I still the result I haven't seen Then his friends eat, we will see the result together, when everyone sees the result, then everyone is shaken after seeing the result, then one of his friends says that he missed the first rank, he read me thinking after listening It is known whether his father was first ranker or his mother was first ranker or I was 2nd. Rankar all these things were being eaten by Una, tab v boy goes to sleep, in which something goes from the roof of the hostel, but for good luck, the child goes to the hospital, the father is taken to the hospital, then he comes to know that his About whether he has achieved second rank in pure India or this Khushi Das had only a few children, then his boys come to their senses or apologize to their parents that I am yours too, then his father says
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A boy from Rajasthan who after passing 12th gets into JEE IIT's tire, that someone who is ever .
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Written on September 25, 2022
Submitted by ks6051537 on September 24, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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