The semesters were halfway. It was a month since the term had begun. In the afternoon all the students were in the field. The senior girls were in the park as the game teacher they were to practice was absent. A black Royal Enfield Thunderbird 500cc roared into the parking area just beside the park. There were two boys in the bike. The driver got down and took the bag the other person was holding from his hands. The other person rode back with the bike while Arjun walked towards the reception. Arjun wore a wrinkled shirt un-buttoned to his chest and a denim jeans. He had his sleeves folded to his elbows. He had groomed hair though. Holding the bag in his right hand he walked through the reception.

Arjun always came late to the hostel after any vacations especially after term breaks. He didn't like seeing new faces everytime some trying to act smart some getting bullied. Arjun didn't even bring his parents in any PTM or any school funcions. He walked to the reception signed a late slip and went into the boys hostel. In his room he threw his stuff which was a small handpag with a few pair of clothes and his daily accesories. His room and his room mates were like a family of eight brothers. They were all crime partners. Arjun's temper was one thing what everyone feared but the good thing was it was very rare that he got really angry.

Arjun went in his room and found everyone sleeping, they were all bunking the games. Arjun swithced all the lights on and shouted "kutto, baap aya hai!". "Rascals, daddy's here!"