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Thermodynamics lecture.
U know how lectures can get boring at times and even the
slightest chance to gather amusement should be capitalized. So there I was,
minding my own business, pretending to take notes, when suddenly the rarest
kind of Homo sapiens in a mechanical class caught my attention. One of the only
two girls in my class had both her hands in her bag and was what seemed to me,
doodling on her phone. Now she was sitting right across me and I couldn’t resist
the temptation of fooling around a little. So when the prof was busy scribbling
on the board, thinking that what he is teaching is more important than life
itself, I pointed towards that girl and said “ sir, she’s using her mobile in
the class”. No no no… don’t get me wrong. I didn’t want her to get into
trouble. I said it just loud enough for her and the guys around me to listen
and have a good laugh about it. And people chuckled. Now who doesn’t appreciate
recognition! As soon as I realized that my small quip had turned into something
of an amusement for my friends, I continued my stupid fooling around thing. I kept
pointing at her and an evil yet weird smile erupted on my face as I kept
chanting the words, “sir mobile sir, she using a phone sir!” much to her
discomfort, she kept shooing me and pleaded me to shut my mouth. My neighboring
friends were all in splits. Who would quit such a joke when its garnering the
most laughs...? So I got unmindful of things around me and kept pestering her.
Right when I had my hand stretched out and my finger pointing
towards her, with a devilish smile on my face, the prof turned around! Oh shit!
“What’s going on here? You! Stand-up”
My hand retracted back faster than a spring action mechanism
and my smile… well it persisted.
I stood up slowly thinking, ‘shit!! Fatt gayi!’
“What’s going on between you two?” he barked.
In life you eventually reach such a point, where you can neither
take a right nor a left. I was stuck in a similar dilemma. Neither could I say
that she was using her phone, because … let’s face it… I should have been a
jerk to do that… nor could I say that I was just having some fun because your
class is more boring than a Zimbabwe Bangladesh test match.
If my years of experience has taught me anything it’s this –
there’s one word that always tries its level best to get you out of such sticky
situations.
“Sorry sir” *with the puppy dog eyes* well… I tried my best
even though I can’t pull it off for shit!
“GET OUT OF MY CLASS”
So much for that! I looked down, got out of my seat and
tried to scoot off in shame.
Right when I was crossing him, he caught me by my collar and
said, “what the hell do you think you are doing in my class huh!? Who do you
think you are? You can show your intimacy outside the class. Not here. Get out
now and don’t enter my class without the HOD’s letter. Bloody boys think they
can cut past me…”
I scuffled off as soon as I could.
When I left the class there was only one thought running
through my mind; what did mean by intimacy??
What the hell! The way these professors throw around the word “intimacy”
surprises me! Since when did point toward a girl and smiling like a jackass
become “intimacy”!! Some things I’ll never understand!
Epilogue: well, I got to know later that day that after I left
the class the prof asked the girl what was going on between us both (we’re
married sir, do you have a problem with that?). I met that girl later that day
and said sorry to her and to my surprise she said sorry to me too! Such a sweet
girl! J I
attended his lecture the very next day without any letter or anything. As lucky
as I was, he had forgotten all about it...
All’s well that ends well J
