C U 2MROW @ 9 (September 27, 2016)

Oh yaar...tum ho kahan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Oh yaar...tum ho kahan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Saath chalne ka waada tha...

Sang rehne ka iraada tha.

Maine nibhaayi saari wo kasmein...

Chodh chala tu duniya ki rasmein.....

Oh yaar...tum ho kahan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Har pal hard um saath rahe hum...

Suni wo guliyaan, tanha hum...

Na hai koi jo...baante gham...

Jee na sakenge...tum bin ab hum....

Oh yaar...tum ho kahan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Beeti wo baatein, beete wo pal...

Yaad aayein wo beete kal...

Poochein ye yaadein, poochein ye pal....

Mere yaar...tum ho kahan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Oh yaar...tum ho kahan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Gum hua...mai yahaan...

Gum hua...

Mai yahaan...

A standing ovation at your performance is bigger than any other compliment! Guys stood on chairs to clap for him, shouted for him and they were even ready to lift Mannu up, the sultan. Mannu called Nitesh on stage, hugged him and thanked God, Mummy and Pia. Numerous hands patted their backs as they made their way out of the ODDY. There was an aura of flirtness around the girls. Mannu was the new hero of my college, but a fool in his love life. Fresher's never left an inch to walk as they were all ready to go out for a treat. In a hosteller’s life, everyday becomes an occasion if he gets out having a meal in a restaurant rather the regular meal at the mess. Nitesh, Abhi, Tona and Major started dragging Mannu to the nearest restaurant.

 “Ok...Ok...agreed...but let me get my wallet.”Trying hard to keep himself calm, Mannu agreed for the treat. Shubh accompanied him to the hostel.

“Did you record the song?”Mannu asked Nitesh as they reached a private space.

“Yes bhai...without forget.”And Shubh played the recording.

“Mannu, she was staring at you...” Shubh spoke and pushed Mannu by his shoulder. It broadened the smile on Mannu’s face.

“You were amazing brother.”

“What’s your name first year?”

“Mannu.” He replied.

He nodded, up and down, thrice.“Better concentrate on studies rather than playing guitar.” He said in a thrash and moved past.   Guys from all directions came to compliment him.
 

“What’s your room number? I need a lesson when you’re free...”

“You’re really a good singer.”