Our school was a prison where the rules and regulations were different. The prisoners of this jail come here daily with their bags from their homes to work as daily wage labourers. Many parents themselves throw their children into this jail so that their child can become a successful person in life. The cruel ones cry. I used to go by van to earn my daily wages. The name of our van driver was Bhaiya ji. And the name of his van was Magic whose tyre would get punctured every other day. Whether children went to school and learned to read or not, they definitely learned to repair punctured tyres. But I had a different attachment with Bhaiya ji. I hated him from the bottom of my heart. This man used to come at 5:00 in the morning and blow the horn in front of my house. Hey brother, hey brother, get ready quickly son. I have to leave quickly in 5 minutes. We have school at 9:00, friend. But this man used to come first thing in the morning and pick me up. After that we would go on a tour of the entire city for three-four hours. This man used to bring children from every corner of the city. He used to jump and take me to places where even my sister could not go and then my tyres would get punctured. In the evening he would come back and drop us from door to door. My brother had ruined my life. He was the first to take and the last to leave. But I still used to go in the same van. Because Champa also used to come in our van. And the thing is that she used to sit right next to me. Meaning, he was forced to leave with no other option and I could not even save him. When I used to go home, I would not sleep in the two-three hours that I got to sleep and I would plan how Chameli would sit only next to me. Chameli would come last and I would be the first one to board the deserted van, keep my bag beside me and go to sleep. All the other children kept their bags in their lap. Because your father doesn't have a van. I mean, I didn't have it either. But Bhaiya ji used to feel pity for me that the poor guy had come at 5:00 o'clock, so he used to let me sleep. Hey, how is he driving this car? Stop. Do n't you know how to drive? A man gets so irritated only when there is no girl in his life. Isn't it ? No. I can understand the pain of not having a girl. Once upon a time, I too used to wander the streets in search of girls. Then one day it passed me by. As soon as I opened Happen, I saw his ID flashing on my phone. Happn is a real life dating app. Here you will meet people who have passed through your neighbourhood at some point or the other. What's the point of talking to people who live 100 kilometers away if you can't even meet them? And even if no one here loves you after seeing your ugly face, you can still make friends. So go and check it out. The link is in the description. But I did not sleep. I used to wait for Champa's house with my eyes closed. So since Chameli used to come last, the van would be completely packed. The children would be boiling outside. And I kept my bag nearby and came and said, watch the acting, watch the acting. And as soon as she came, do n't panic. At such times, one does not panic and says, quickly pick up the bag and come and sit here quickly. Don't do this. She will run away. There should not be any trace of lust or even juvenile delinquency. You have to keep it very subtle. What happened? Is there no space anywhere else ? I will pee in your mouth. Ok, good. Just sit here. You are watching, look at the acting of this boy. I don't know what intoxicating sweet and sour fragrance jasmine used to bring with it. Its scent is still in my nose. I am enjoying that fragrance to the fullest. Meanwhile, I suddenly feel a surge of heat. As soon as I wake up outside there is a dead dog lying there. A black factor came out and killed my child. How did you manage to get out? The Shuk Aa did not come out like this. I was standing right here. That car had come. And as soon as the child came down he stood up. That child shouted. And then the car started and ran away. On the other hand, some children also came to school by auto rickshaw. It seemed as if he was cramming the entire school's children into this one auto rickshaw. This auto driver and Bhaiya ji were friends and now they are organizing racing in the middle of the road. Their vehicles are boiling but still these people are not asking for anything from the children. I will not win. After reaching school, he looks back and finds that not a single child is left in his auto rickshaw. Our poor brother was picking up their fallen children from behind. By doing all these things we somehow reach the jail. Despite leaving at 5:00 in the morning, we are reaching there late. Reaching there we saw that four boys were lying dead who had been killed by the don. Dawn was in charge of our school. Don was short and had a big belly. And the surprising thing is that his height was decreasing with time. Meaning, not big, he would walk for once. But it was decreasing. Dawn struggled a lot to come to school standing in the car. Because if he sat down he could not see the road in front. That is a different matter. Even while standing, it was not visible completely. Every day she would come crushing two-four dogs. Then I understood that the dogs I saw on the way were the dons who used to sit on the roof of this prison with snipers. Any prisoner was seen doing some wrong activity. So madam, what should be done with his dead body? Hey, you already know this. Where were you, friend Jhamu didi? Clean this blood quickly. Jamu didi used to come to school on a Bullet and there was a rumour spread throughout the school that she also had a Mercedes at her home. But Jammu Didi likes to remain aggressive. It was said that this school on paper was named after Jamu Didi. But to remain humble, she sweeps and mops here. By the way madam, what did he do? These people used to play illegal pan fight betting in the class. I do n't have a problem with that. Why not me? There was betting on pan fight in our class. Here, the boy who won the pen fight would get the opponent's pen. Some children would risk everything they had and get into debt. Still they did not give up and used to borrow a pen from their friend and play and would lose again. So now some children in the class have a bag full of pens and some children do not have any pens at all. PAN was the currency of this prison. The more expensive the pen one has, the richer he is. Here the pens in black were lying here and there. Normal people used to have ₹5 Jifi Gel, in which if you write on one page, it will get printed on 10 pages behind it. And even worse than them were people who used to bring use and throw items for ₹3. And that also helped him in writing well. Archons were very frowned upon, and only a select few nobles owned Trix. Every child dreamed of owning a Trix. There should be two or four girls around. Please give me my autograph here. Take this. Oh! These trikes from Trikes King. What are you talking about? Really. Only very rich people could afford trikes. That idiot would also write each letter one by one and then open the refill and look at it. It is getting empty. Once a rich kid's Timex was stolen. There was chaos in the entire school. Who? Look at that. That day we came to know that the man can also run. Anything is happening in our school. This man will come running first. The thief will open the entire bag and check the children's bags. The school authorities also face the most difficulty while paying his salary. Salary for what? Looking at this man's face, it seemed as if he, in connivance with the van drivers, smuggles children under the guise of sports. The name of this great man was Bhushan. He had a tattoo on his thigh. Land on one thigh, rot on another leg. Sir, what time should I come to play Kho Kho from tomorrow ? You should check the bag first. He has made the prisoners of the entire prison stand in a line. The pen of a child from our class is missing and these people are searching for it all over the school. In the end it is revealed that the child had forgotten his pen at home. Sorry son, I'll pee in a while. There were such exemplary children in our school and the teachers were even better than them. In our school no one knows the teachers by their names. Children have named their teachers according to their actions. Our English teacher's name was Chhota Bheem. I have never seen a man more irritable than this. Chhota Bheem's hobby was beating boys. That poor man was short in height so his hand could not reach the child's mouth. The poor guy used to jump and hit. Still his hand could reach only till the waist. At one point, I started feeling as if she was getting paid to beat up boys. Have you ever beaten a child too much? That poor guy got injured. Here's your extra bonus. Will your father do your homework? Sir, my father had died. Go die. Here you go, wow, he is not breathing, yes confirmed confirmed, he is dead, oh here you are promoted, he had a special attachment with girls, which perfume are you wearing sir, stay a little away, hey, I will do something, he used to come to school daily with an innocent face and lust in his eyes. So this means that he will jump over it and then he will start. This man used to translate English into English and go away. Before our naked eyes. Here in the washroom the boys were creating a naked dance of death. Four boys are standing in the washroom the whole day. Those people are not doing anything by going there. They just get peace of mind by going there. The next day all four of them made a plan. You should have done something productive after going there. The next day they all went with water bottles. Now he is drinking water and urinating in his hands. And what is the problem with these teachers? If children are going to the washroom, if one has gone then the other cannot go yet. Why? It is not like a late train to your house that only one person can use it at a time. Suppose those two people meet in the washroom, what will they do at the most? Brother, let's remove the bulb from here. Yes, take it out. I have paid the fees. The boys feel as if they have bought the entire school by paying the fees. 10 boys are walking in the corridor with their chests stolen in front of the principal. These people are ignoring the principal. They feel that since they have paid the fees, the principal will fall at their feet. The saints have not even paid the fees. Our school was not safe at all. There used to be thefts in our washroom, friend. After stealing the bulb, everyone was urinating in the dark. On each other's shoes. Hey, turn it over there. After that, nothing is visible in the entire washroom indicating theft. So these people uprooted the tap and took it away. Who takes the tap ? Sometimes those fish soaps would get stolen. Sometimes he used to eat the white phenyl tablet thinking it to be a mouth freshener. Brother, brother, don't chew it, suck it. It will last longer like this. It's getting cold brother, it's getting cold. OK, so the end has happened. Hopefully you guys would have liked this video. Now no one will cry. Odie was scared. He is dead. Look brother, I have brought you what you wanted. Blackmail your friends by showing them their dirty photos so that they are forced to watch this video. Otherwise, if you want its second part then give 2.5 lakh likes quickly and don't forget to check out Happen, I have put the link in the description. See you in the next video.