The Great Indian Bunker

Much of the general college-going crowd takes perverted pride in bunking college, the so-called crucible of learning. The question “How was your day in college today??” will get you an admonishing stare for asking such a ridiculous question; followed by the standard reply “Arre, attend kaun karta hai?” replete with a smug smile.
There is a fixed order of hierarchy among those who bunk college too. Those who invest their time [and money too] in lounging within the not-so-cheap confines of CCD are looked upon with a mixture of awe and jealousy by the average Joe who has spent his day in the college canteen [hope the guy ain’t in Sathaye], avoiding the loving stares of the canteen kakas. The CCD and Mocha group in turn are overshadowed substantially by those who bunk college to watch movies. This group [a pack of rich hounds would be more fitting] is often under the impression; unfortunately though; that their group has all the possible permutations and combinations of cool dudes n dudettes [is that a noun?]. You’ll find many of these dudes n dudettes actively participating in the Valentine’s Day celebrations [Don’t ask me how].
As for me, I am in none of these groups. I am in the almost extinct group of those who don’t bother to go to college. Though I may say that there has occurred a population explosion in this group, ever since the CET classes have commenced. I often find myself listening to a stream of complaints which sound something like this, “Aaj Rathi Sir ne reactions 15 baar likhne ko bola.”
I finally find myself satisfied for having told the as yet untold story of the great Indian bunker.