My Worthless Efforts(2)- The First Sight{1}

“Come Avi come here these seats are vacant. Look at that man, he‟s APJ Kalam”, sitting right in the front row, Rajat said to me with his eyes broadened to capture every light ray scattered by Kalam.
“Yes I can see him”, I replied.
Meanwhile the school principal invites Kalam on stage for the prize distribution.
“It‟s my esteem pleasure that I am here in Sarswati Vidya Mandir”, said Kalam while opening the envelope.
The crowed in the auditorium was anxiously waiting to hear the name.
“And the award for best student of the year goes to Mr. Aviral Nigam, He has secured 96.7%”, Kalam announced.
A synchronized vibration of applause helped me to reach the stage.
“Thank You Sir”, I said to Kalam while receiving the trophy.
“I would like to thank my parents, my best friend Rajat….”
A sharp high pitch voice echoed in the auditorium. All of them closing their ear to save the drums.
“This lazy bone is always sleeping, wake up „Avi‟.”
“Avi… Avi…” , the voice resembled to my mom.
“Vicky bhaiya is on the other side …talk to him”, my mom said, replacing the virtual trophy with a cordless phone.
Me, “Hallooo…”
Vicky Bhaiya, “Hello Avi just tells me your roll number.”
Should I tell him the roll number? What if I secured less marks.