S301
"That was sick", said one in the first bench, who thought that his life is no more if he didnot find his name in the SFTB(SuperFastTrackBatch- they call . But it is SuckingFalthuTrackBatch for me) register. Yeah, sections were shuffled. SFTB had only 10 students. Off them, 7 were the hostlers & the other three- rohit, sasi, rushil. (Bastard! How did he get into this section?-thought some about the last guy I mentioned.- true rushil , I overheard someone saying that).As you might have noticed by now, there are no girls in that class. 10 poor boys!!
Others, around 70 in strength were stuffed in a section named S301, situated in the 5th floor of our campus(no- it`s not a big campus with all facilities.. It`s just an old, dusty apartment!). It was a good room in terms of ventilation & weather. Ofcourse, I used to sit at the last bench-no need to mention I suppose. I always try to cosy place right under the fan, as far as possible from the teaching person, having an option to view through the window...... were my factors in deciding the seat. kounds, kc, Ashok, Seshikanth were my like-friends.(-I coined this word. It means we all have like-thinking in terms of education- we shouldn`t work hard, but should get good results!! How is that possible? Stupids we are)
The S301 period was the borest period of my college life & the worst phase of it was the 3 hr non-stop no-break lecture by VKJ, who teach inorganic & physical chemistry. Well that is what he ought to teach us, but to me he taught how to control hunger, how to look outside the class when the lecture is on, how to scold one`s teacher....... Horrible Stuff!! Can you imagine a dull person teaching boring chemistry non-stop for 3hrs??!!
When the class was on, I used to sleep or join others like sairam, kounds, kc, prasanth,saivikram, kaushik,... in watching outside activities like S305-S307 people riding karizma or pulsar bikes, girls on scooty peps or scooty pep+s, (trying to make a line clear with anyone in vain,ofcourse) the adjacent apartment where a girl often used to come to the top(We waited for her as if we were waiting for IIT results to come!) .. & the list is a never-ending one. Ofcourse, there was Karthick to entertain us. He`d purchased a mp-4 player in koti, a few days ago. That was a great source of entertainment for us then. It was a green-coloured one & he loaded it with blue. Kounds & I watched them like idiots. Real stupids we are. If you ask us when did we have time to do this, "Right in the middle of the class" is our answer!
Monday, June 30, 2008
My experiences in intermmediate V
DK JHA`S CLASS @ NG-20
The chemistry class, taught by DKJ @ NG-20 was the worst hell that kounds & I had ever experienced. It was heaven to most who were good at chemistry but to our trio & other friends like seshikanth, it was hell, DAMN HELL! We hated chemistry. so, we hated the lecturer. So, we hated the class. Finally, we hated ourselves as we were involved in it!
DKJ, he is not-so-old, having a messed-up hair(which he tries to cover with cap), sporting a thick pair of glasses, bushy moustache & finally a good physic. What we hated most in him is his way of speech. AAAAAAARGH!!! What is that language? greek?latin?arabic?sanskrit?chinese? or may be a mixture of this. But , definitely it`s not english! ( This was just my opinion in the beggining friends. After that, we were adjusted to his language)
He never missed even one class. He`ll come & start the class 2 minutes before the scheduled time.In NG-20,he used to teach electro-chemistry too!That was real hell to us. Kounds& I couldn`t help laughing at his words. To us, it was a comedian`s show rather than elctrochemistry class.
Later in a class,
"talk about something man" Kounds woke me up.(Ya, sleeping was the prime task for me & seshikanth)
"Uh? what? about what? What`s happening here?" I said as if Sasi was disturbed when solving a current electricity problem!
"nothing man, yet another boring lecture. Common! Speak about something"
"About what?? damn! lemme sleep"
"be a sport", he continued giving up the idea of asking me to talk but continued.." What type of marriage will you prefer?"
I completely got out of sleepon hearing the word 'marriage'. Now, I was in a temporary state of shock about the sudden change of topic. He asked me as if I`m going to marry someone that evening!!
"Hmmm...... may be love marriage" I replied after a while.
"Yeah, that`s a hell lot of better option than the arranged one"
"yeah"I thought to hit him hard as he disturbed my sleep & talking about marriages!
"We must fully understand our partner & then marry - that`s the correct way. how can we marry someone by just seeing them for 5 minutes!!???"now, he is a social reformer, stupid!
he continued,"our elders are crazy I think" (no, you are crazy kounds)
"I think it`s the social system in India that sucks" I replied, now getting interested in the topic.
"Oh, really?" a familiar-elderly voice interrupted our genuine conversation.
We glanced at our back only to find the great man DKJ. He was standing behind us & hearing our conversation! Oh my god!! Now, why the hell is he not there at the greenboard? I thought. The reason was this- He`d completed his lecture & gave an assignment on which the entire class was working & WE SHIT!!! DISCUSSING ABOUT OUR MARRIAGES!!!
but, in one way, we are satisfied because we`d a great frontview of life!! sounds stupid, right?
DKJ didn`t scold us for that but only pleaded us to concentrate in his class saying that chemistry is a scoring subject & all such crap.So, in order to act before him, we took the assignment sheet.
I examined it.It was a typical DKJ assignment, which meant it contains hell lot of questions with less mistakes ( neglecting print mistakes- our college typist is a rat!) , & to people like me, it appeared as a death-note. If I spend an entire day on it, searching my neurons for info, I can attempt only 20-30% of the paper & off them, only 50% will be correct. Such was DKJ`s assignment.
Kounds & I, inorderto kill time, asked a doubt about some stupid aldehyde. We asked him what the product would be if that crap aldehyde sucks another crap compound. DKJ calmly answered.
Later, when some 1st bencher called him for help, DKJ went there. He was having trouble about some crap reaction where two aldehydes suck each other to give rise to new crap. OH MY GOD! What the hell is chemistry!!!!!
The chemistry class, taught by DKJ @ NG-20 was the worst hell that kounds & I had ever experienced. It was heaven to most who were good at chemistry but to our trio & other friends like seshikanth, it was hell, DAMN HELL! We hated chemistry. so, we hated the lecturer. So, we hated the class. Finally, we hated ourselves as we were involved in it!
DKJ, he is not-so-old, having a messed-up hair(which he tries to cover with cap), sporting a thick pair of glasses, bushy moustache & finally a good physic. What we hated most in him is his way of speech. AAAAAAARGH!!! What is that language? greek?latin?arabic?sanskrit?chinese? or may be a mixture of this. But , definitely it`s not english! ( This was just my opinion in the beggining friends. After that, we were adjusted to his language)
He never missed even one class. He`ll come & start the class 2 minutes before the scheduled time.In NG-20,he used to teach electro-chemistry too!That was real hell to us. Kounds& I couldn`t help laughing at his words. To us, it was a comedian`s show rather than elctrochemistry class.
Later in a class,
"talk about something man" Kounds woke me up.(Ya, sleeping was the prime task for me & seshikanth)
"Uh? what? about what? What`s happening here?" I said as if Sasi was disturbed when solving a current electricity problem!
"nothing man, yet another boring lecture. Common! Speak about something"
"About what?? damn! lemme sleep"
"be a sport", he continued giving up the idea of asking me to talk but continued.." What type of marriage will you prefer?"
I completely got out of sleepon hearing the word 'marriage'. Now, I was in a temporary state of shock about the sudden change of topic. He asked me as if I`m going to marry someone that evening!!
"Hmmm...... may be love marriage" I replied after a while.
"Yeah, that`s a hell lot of better option than the arranged one"
"yeah"I thought to hit him hard as he disturbed my sleep & talking about marriages!
"We must fully understand our partner & then marry - that`s the correct way. how can we marry someone by just seeing them for 5 minutes!!???"now, he is a social reformer, stupid!
he continued,"our elders are crazy I think" (no, you are crazy kounds)
"I think it`s the social system in India that sucks" I replied, now getting interested in the topic.
"Oh, really?" a familiar-elderly voice interrupted our genuine conversation.
We glanced at our back only to find the great man DKJ. He was standing behind us & hearing our conversation! Oh my god!! Now, why the hell is he not there at the greenboard? I thought. The reason was this- He`d completed his lecture & gave an assignment on which the entire class was working & WE SHIT!!! DISCUSSING ABOUT OUR MARRIAGES!!!
but, in one way, we are satisfied because we`d a great frontview of life!! sounds stupid, right?
DKJ didn`t scold us for that but only pleaded us to concentrate in his class saying that chemistry is a scoring subject & all such crap.So, in order to act before him, we took the assignment sheet.
I examined it.It was a typical DKJ assignment, which meant it contains hell lot of questions with less mistakes ( neglecting print mistakes- our college typist is a rat!) , & to people like me, it appeared as a death-note. If I spend an entire day on it, searching my neurons for info, I can attempt only 20-30% of the paper & off them, only 50% will be correct. Such was DKJ`s assignment.
Kounds & I, inorderto kill time, asked a doubt about some stupid aldehyde. We asked him what the product would be if that crap aldehyde sucks another crap compound. DKJ calmly answered.
Later, when some 1st bencher called him for help, DKJ went there. He was having trouble about some crap reaction where two aldehydes suck each other to give rise to new crap. OH MY GOD! What the hell is chemistry!!!!!
My experiences in intermmediate IV
First meet with our VP-3
VP V***y K**r (or BP B**y k**r as physics lecturer Sandeep says(he cannot spell v properly. Instead he says 'bhi')), the main bitch of our college started torturing our lives from mid NG-20 period. After having our lives fucked up for a weak or two in NG-20, we felt like slaves & tthought to protest against the system. "Give us time to study. Then, we`ll prove ourslves" was our prime motto, which meant "reduce timings you bastards!" sarcastically. The NG-20 early days timings was sick. It was a crap 6-6 timetable.
A big group which included me, kounds,kc, rohit, phani, sasi, sambo, raghu, ashok..................
broke into VP`s chamber, after a tired day of stupid classes. At that time our VP was V***a ma`m.
She was sitting with a gigantic personality. 'Who the hell is he' I thought.
"Wow, I`m trying to reach you but you yourselves came!" said V***a ma`m & continued, "here`s a good news for you".
'this giant person too will join her in eating us is the good news' I thought. Yeah, it was partially true. He didn`t join her but kicked her to a girl`s campus & ate even her share too!! that`s the reason I think, for his growth in the body. His stomach had more work to do than our`s- It has to digest both the great amount of food he eats & of course his hot favourite item, our brains!!
I didn`t even utter a word during the entire conversation but writing about it now as if I`m the team leader!! stupid I`m. No, wait- yeah, I`ve told that gigantic person ,my name when asked. I think probably it was the first & last word from me in that conversation.
Contrary to me, Rohit, Sasi & Phani acted like president, Vice-resident & Prime minister to our great-new-found-Indian Army-kind-of-organisation. I still remember Phani`s statements in that conversation by which he had faced many problems later on from that new VP. He said, "Sir, we are FTB students. We have some responsibilities in life. We don`t waste time like others. We`ll use any free time for studying" as if a political leader was pleading people to caste their votes! Yes, Phani was pleading for holidays or atleast for a new-reduced-reasonable-timetable.
"Holidays, no question of it!!" the bitch said, as if we had asked him to steal America`s nuclear project deal documents. But, I suppose that is easier than to convince him. Such a crap he was!
His language & dialect were terrible. They were typical of a person who has just entered a city from his village. All the words he use are meaningless & Idiotic ( Idiotic - this word , I think is coined by my friend seshikanth. We used to tease him when he used this word. But now, I find it a handy word in many situations. Thnx, seshikanth!! No copyrights for your word, right?!!)
And coming to the topic, our hard attempts to reduce timings finally succeeded!! & there`s a reason behind it - No one can argue with Sasi. He did a masters degree in dominating others in an arguement, I think. Our timings were reduced as 8-3. Thank God! Thanks friends(who were all responsible for these reduction in timings because sick persons like me would find time to sleep!)!
VP V***y K**r (or BP B**y k**r as physics lecturer Sandeep says(he cannot spell v properly. Instead he says 'bhi')), the main bitch of our college started torturing our lives from mid NG-20 period. After having our lives fucked up for a weak or two in NG-20, we felt like slaves & tthought to protest against the system. "Give us time to study. Then, we`ll prove ourslves" was our prime motto, which meant "reduce timings you bastards!" sarcastically. The NG-20 early days timings was sick. It was a crap 6-6 timetable.
A big group which included me, kounds,kc, rohit, phani, sasi, sambo, raghu, ashok..................
broke into VP`s chamber, after a tired day of stupid classes. At that time our VP was V***a ma`m.
She was sitting with a gigantic personality. 'Who the hell is he' I thought.
"Wow, I`m trying to reach you but you yourselves came!" said V***a ma`m & continued, "here`s a good news for you".
'this giant person too will join her in eating us is the good news' I thought. Yeah, it was partially true. He didn`t join her but kicked her to a girl`s campus & ate even her share too!! that`s the reason I think, for his growth in the body. His stomach had more work to do than our`s- It has to digest both the great amount of food he eats & of course his hot favourite item, our brains!!
I didn`t even utter a word during the entire conversation but writing about it now as if I`m the team leader!! stupid I`m. No, wait- yeah, I`ve told that gigantic person ,my name when asked. I think probably it was the first & last word from me in that conversation.
Contrary to me, Rohit, Sasi & Phani acted like president, Vice-resident & Prime minister to our great-new-found-Indian Army-kind-of-organisation. I still remember Phani`s statements in that conversation by which he had faced many problems later on from that new VP. He said, "Sir, we are FTB students. We have some responsibilities in life. We don`t waste time like others. We`ll use any free time for studying" as if a political leader was pleading people to caste their votes! Yes, Phani was pleading for holidays or atleast for a new-reduced-reasonable-timetable.
"Holidays, no question of it!!" the bitch said, as if we had asked him to steal America`s nuclear project deal documents. But, I suppose that is easier than to convince him. Such a crap he was!
His language & dialect were terrible. They were typical of a person who has just entered a city from his village. All the words he use are meaningless & Idiotic ( Idiotic - this word , I think is coined by my friend seshikanth. We used to tease him when he used this word. But now, I find it a handy word in many situations. Thnx, seshikanth!! No copyrights for your word, right?!!)
And coming to the topic, our hard attempts to reduce timings finally succeeded!! & there`s a reason behind it - No one can argue with Sasi. He did a masters degree in dominating others in an arguement, I think. Our timings were reduced as 8-3. Thank God! Thanks friends(who were all responsible for these reduction in timings because sick persons like me would find time to sleep!)!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
MY EXPERIEENCES IN INTERMMEDIATE III
ROTATIONAL DYNAMICS
If there was any one class that we loved, it was rotational dynamics class which lasted only for a week. It was taught by B****i ma'm. It was in rainy season that the class started. All of us took our seats & were waiting for any teacher to come in & eat our brains. As it was rainy, the class was dark that time. Everything around looked gloomy. Suddenly, someone in a yellow saree entered our class. our class lit as if the sun was at it`s full charge! A fair lady, well-groomed , was inside that saree.
'may be a new admission' i whispered.
"yeah", from kounds.
She entered the class & wrote "PHYSICS" on the greenboard. We didn`t understand why our-new-fair-classmate wrote like that.
"Well, I`m your new physics teacher. Just came here to revise any physics topic that you people ask" she said firmly. Kounds, koushik & me were stunned by the remark! So, yes, she was our-new-fair-lecturer & not our-new-fair-classmate. I used to notice koushik in her class. In her period, he never drew his eyes off her. Stupid!
After discussing for 15 mins, we decided to make her teach rotational dynamics for 2 reasons.
1. something like wheels turning, balls jumping would be more interesting when a lady teaches them 2. we were very poor in that topic. the second reason was global while the first one was personal thinking!
Though she tried to teach the lesson with her loudest possible voice, "Louder, Ma'm" we shouted just to grab her attention.
She gave us a prob. & was wandering in the class. The prob. ran something like this- a ball was rolled & a wooden plank was kept in it`s way. If it has to climb up, what should be the frictional force .. or something crap of that sort, i dont exactly remember. 'why should we bother about such things? Just pluck the damn ball out of the paper & hit it hard on V.P.' I thought.
Just then b**i ma'm approached our bench. her yellow saree had a black lining with glass pieces decorating it. They shone under the sunlight near our brnch. She appeared like a Goddess to me! Immediately, kounds stood up & asked her some stupid doubt though he really did not get it. Just to make her stay there some more time, he played this old prank & b**m ma'm fell for that,
Well, that was good for me too, as I examined her pretty face closely & felt the spray of perfume which had a typical female touch.
After explaining the concept once again to kounds, she gave us a "you-young-boys" look & reached the board in a flash & solved the prob. of the ball. now, the ball is happy. It`s succesfully climbed up the planck. But, what`s the need for it?!! DAMN ball!!
If there was any one class that we loved, it was rotational dynamics class which lasted only for a week. It was taught by B****i ma'm. It was in rainy season that the class started. All of us took our seats & were waiting for any teacher to come in & eat our brains. As it was rainy, the class was dark that time. Everything around looked gloomy. Suddenly, someone in a yellow saree entered our class. our class lit as if the sun was at it`s full charge! A fair lady, well-groomed , was inside that saree.
'may be a new admission' i whispered.
"yeah", from kounds.
She entered the class & wrote "PHYSICS" on the greenboard. We didn`t understand why our-new-fair-classmate wrote like that.
"Well, I`m your new physics teacher. Just came here to revise any physics topic that you people ask" she said firmly. Kounds, koushik & me were stunned by the remark! So, yes, she was our-new-fair-lecturer & not our-new-fair-classmate. I used to notice koushik in her class. In her period, he never drew his eyes off her. Stupid!
After discussing for 15 mins, we decided to make her teach rotational dynamics for 2 reasons.
1. something like wheels turning, balls jumping would be more interesting when a lady teaches them 2. we were very poor in that topic. the second reason was global while the first one was personal thinking!
Though she tried to teach the lesson with her loudest possible voice, "Louder, Ma'm" we shouted just to grab her attention.
She gave us a prob. & was wandering in the class. The prob. ran something like this- a ball was rolled & a wooden plank was kept in it`s way. If it has to climb up, what should be the frictional force .. or something crap of that sort, i dont exactly remember. 'why should we bother about such things? Just pluck the damn ball out of the paper & hit it hard on V.P.' I thought.
Just then b**i ma'm approached our bench. her yellow saree had a black lining with glass pieces decorating it. They shone under the sunlight near our brnch. She appeared like a Goddess to me! Immediately, kounds stood up & asked her some stupid doubt though he really did not get it. Just to make her stay there some more time, he played this old prank & b**m ma'm fell for that,
Well, that was good for me too, as I examined her pretty face closely & felt the spray of perfume which had a typical female touch.
After explaining the concept once again to kounds, she gave us a "you-young-boys" look & reached the board in a flash & solved the prob. of the ball. now, the ball is happy. It`s succesfully climbed up the planck. But, what`s the need for it?!! DAMN ball!!
MY EXPERIENCES IN INTERMMEDIATE II
DK JHA`s CLASS
We, the poorest students in chemistry, especially organic chemistry were sitting at the last bench as usual. That day, DK Jha was not in a good mood.
As kounds & I were discussing how illeana did exposing in Katharnak film, kounds felt some sensation on his hand. We scanned the near-by area & found a piece of chalk. Then , we realised that it was thrown at us by DKJ.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Nothing sir. He just asked my pen" said kounds.
"Oh, pen?? Tell me what I`ve said just now"
"Sir, that is, when Benzene have ortho or para directing groups, nucleophilic substitution takes place at....errr......no-no........ when benzene undergo SN1 reaction, it will take place... err... sorry sir"
"you are talking about something else,right na?"(Right na used to be his pet word)
"no sir"
"no no no no no you were not listening my class" (DKJ`s style was to repeat a word several times to create stress like the no in the previous sentence)
"sorry sir" kounds finally gave up.
"hey, you come here" he said pointing to the first bench.
AAAAAARGHHHHHH !!! First bench?! I hated that place. Anyways, i must go as the situation demands.
I sat beside a wellgroomed boy, dont know his name. His face was stuffed with powder & oil was applied to his hair which was neatly combed. He worked like SPEECH-TO-TEXT CONVERTER software, no he is hardware right? Whatever crap jha said, it was converted into words & was written on the paper with underlines, questionmarks & all such crap , by him. his hadwriting was pretty neat, too. But , to me he is a total looser.
The other things that I could observe at that unusual seating of mine are DKJ`s structure, 2 girls from another section who were sitting in the first bench..............
When I`ve to speak abut organic chemistry & if I didnt menton the name of Ravikiran of our class, then I`m not at all a good writer, not at all a writer actually. Yeah, he was the topper of organic chemistry in most of the tests in which he scored atleast more than 30 marks of our`s.
I remember a situation where DKJ asked the name of some crap reaction & immediately, this fellow told the answer, which I couldnot even spell!!
And our class toppers Sasi & rohit were also champs in organic. (CHAMPS is the word we use to describe toppers). Sasi even argues with DKJ about some crap reactions & compounds!!
"How is it possible?" he questioned DKJ once about some reaction which was written on the greenboard & about which sasi thought & concluded that it cannot occur (because that compound was lazy like me -i think)
We, the poorest students in chemistry, especially organic chemistry were sitting at the last bench as usual. That day, DK Jha was not in a good mood.
As kounds & I were discussing how illeana did exposing in Katharnak film, kounds felt some sensation on his hand. We scanned the near-by area & found a piece of chalk. Then , we realised that it was thrown at us by DKJ.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Nothing sir. He just asked my pen" said kounds.
"Oh, pen?? Tell me what I`ve said just now"
"Sir, that is, when Benzene have ortho or para directing groups, nucleophilic substitution takes place at....errr......no-no........ when benzene undergo SN1 reaction, it will take place... err... sorry sir"
"you are talking about something else,right na?"(Right na used to be his pet word)
"no sir"
"no no no no no you were not listening my class" (DKJ`s style was to repeat a word several times to create stress like the no in the previous sentence)
"sorry sir" kounds finally gave up.
"hey, you come here" he said pointing to the first bench.
AAAAAARGHHHHHH !!! First bench?! I hated that place. Anyways, i must go as the situation demands.
I sat beside a wellgroomed boy, dont know his name. His face was stuffed with powder & oil was applied to his hair which was neatly combed. He worked like SPEECH-TO-TEXT CONVERTER software, no he is hardware right? Whatever crap jha said, it was converted into words & was written on the paper with underlines, questionmarks & all such crap , by him. his hadwriting was pretty neat, too. But , to me he is a total looser.
The other things that I could observe at that unusual seating of mine are DKJ`s structure, 2 girls from another section who were sitting in the first bench..............
When I`ve to speak abut organic chemistry & if I didnt menton the name of Ravikiran of our class, then I`m not at all a good writer, not at all a writer actually. Yeah, he was the topper of organic chemistry in most of the tests in which he scored atleast more than 30 marks of our`s.
I remember a situation where DKJ asked the name of some crap reaction & immediately, this fellow told the answer, which I couldnot even spell!!
And our class toppers Sasi & rohit were also champs in organic. (CHAMPS is the word we use to describe toppers). Sasi even argues with DKJ about some crap reactions & compounds!!
"How is it possible?" he questioned DKJ once about some reaction which was written on the greenboard & about which sasi thought & concluded that it cannot occur (because that compound was lazy like me -i think)
Friday, June 27, 2008
My experiences in intermmediate - I
Mr. Viswanath class
Kounds, Kc & me- "the back bench trio" others used to call us. Sasi looked us as if we were a low classbreed in that educated-room. Yes, that was partially true. I used to come first generally to the NG-20 campus. I was dropped by my father on his bike, well before half-an-hour before the start of the 1st period. Next was Kc`s turn. Mostly, he came by bus all the way from Uppal to X roads!!
(Hyderabadi style - i suppose). Lastly, kounds used to fill the other vacant seat. He used to come by 2 ways. 1. my way 2.hyderabadi way. Either way he chooses, he comes late. that is kound`s style!! cool man. Well, that`s how the last bench of the class was filled.
The hostlers, unaware of the fact that a bitch called N****a is fucking up their lives, or maybe enjoying their lives being fucked up by that bitch, i dont no which was true, came to the class at 6'o'clock & their early morning schedule was as follows:-
6-7 - EAT BOOKS
7-7:05 - EAT BREAKFAST
7:05-8 - EAT SOME MORE BOOKS
At 8'0' clock, classes started. The maths lecturer enters the class, scribs some probs on the green board(yes, in N***a college, u`ll only find greenboards & not black boards). He is around 50yrs i guess but he writes on the board as if a7yr old attending a racing contest! but then what ensues is Errors creep in @ 20/hr & his handwriting appeared as if we were attending some com. language class- C, C++, java.. or whatever crap. but what i like in him is he agrees this fact & he himself comments saying "What a beautiful handwriting I have!" Whenever he says this, some childish hostlers & 1st benchers used to laugh to gain impression & then a thought to kill all of them immediately danced in my mind. Ofcourse, Mr.Viswanath is not of that type. At those times, if u ook at Sasi, he`ll be immersed in the probs given as work, solving one by one & DAMN, he gets solutions to almost all of them!! sols to the probs jumped brains of all of us & MAGIC, finally landed into SASI`s!!!!! HOW??????????
Mr. viswanath, after giving the probs, sits at the backbench, almost 2 feet away from us. I used to start feeling pain in my heart - What if I didnt get sols to those probs? What if he insults me in the class infront of everyone?(As if i`m the only boy in the class & all others are girls), What if............ all such crap.But kouds is always cool. Bastard! I love him that way. But wait, he too has a weakness. When Mr.Viswanath sits besides him & check his notes & finds it empty(ofcourse, we`ll copy the questions atleast not to keep it empty) & jumps over him, he becomes numb. He hates that situation. Kc, the smart guy - he`ll be scribbling something or the other whether he knows it or not, whether it is related or not- he writes something & gains an advantage over us. Idiot!!
well, that`s how maths class went on................
Kounds, Kc & me- "the back bench trio" others used to call us. Sasi looked us as if we were a low classbreed in that educated-room. Yes, that was partially true. I used to come first generally to the NG-20 campus. I was dropped by my father on his bike, well before half-an-hour before the start of the 1st period. Next was Kc`s turn. Mostly, he came by bus all the way from Uppal to X roads!!
(Hyderabadi style - i suppose). Lastly, kounds used to fill the other vacant seat. He used to come by 2 ways. 1. my way 2.hyderabadi way. Either way he chooses, he comes late. that is kound`s style!! cool man. Well, that`s how the last bench of the class was filled.
The hostlers, unaware of the fact that a bitch called N****a is fucking up their lives, or maybe enjoying their lives being fucked up by that bitch, i dont no which was true, came to the class at 6'o'clock & their early morning schedule was as follows:-
6-7 - EAT BOOKS
7-7:05 - EAT BREAKFAST
7:05-8 - EAT SOME MORE BOOKS
At 8'0' clock, classes started. The maths lecturer enters the class, scribs some probs on the green board(yes, in N***a college, u`ll only find greenboards & not black boards). He is around 50yrs i guess but he writes on the board as if a7yr old attending a racing contest! but then what ensues is Errors creep in @ 20/hr & his handwriting appeared as if we were attending some com. language class- C, C++, java.. or whatever crap. but what i like in him is he agrees this fact & he himself comments saying "What a beautiful handwriting I have!" Whenever he says this, some childish hostlers & 1st benchers used to laugh to gain impression & then a thought to kill all of them immediately danced in my mind. Ofcourse, Mr.Viswanath is not of that type. At those times, if u ook at Sasi, he`ll be immersed in the probs given as work, solving one by one & DAMN, he gets solutions to almost all of them!! sols to the probs jumped brains of all of us & MAGIC, finally landed into SASI`s!!!!! HOW??????????
Mr. viswanath, after giving the probs, sits at the backbench, almost 2 feet away from us. I used to start feeling pain in my heart - What if I didnt get sols to those probs? What if he insults me in the class infront of everyone?(As if i`m the only boy in the class & all others are girls), What if............ all such crap.But kouds is always cool. Bastard! I love him that way. But wait, he too has a weakness. When Mr.Viswanath sits besides him & check his notes & finds it empty(ofcourse, we`ll copy the questions atleast not to keep it empty) & jumps over him, he becomes numb. He hates that situation. Kc, the smart guy - he`ll be scribbling something or the other whether he knows it or not, whether it is related or not- he writes something & gains an advantage over us. Idiot!!
well, that`s how maths class went on................
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