"Joseph, how are you here?" I asked disbelievingly. It was a pleasant surprise to see my classmate in college at my new office. At least one familiar face; I thanked God for the first gift after joining the new office! Though I don't meet him often during work hours, it is great to have a friend as my colleague. However, this guy, unlike me, used to be a first bencher! So definitely he was in teachers' good books!I am reminded of this funny incident that happened when I was in the final year of my graduation. To me, Room no 69 was the most disliked classroom – Mathematics Study Room! Even now I cannot believe that I had the patience to sit through two to three hours of Math lessons daily! Everyday, I pushed myself to the class fearing the letter that would reach home which would have principal’s hand writing in green, marking shortage of attendance. Oh my God.., that would definitely be a terror! Oh... I prefer ‘69’ to the letter!
One afternoon when the teacher found the entire class restless, she gave this million-dollar offer, “I will be glad to teach only those who are really interested. Others may step out and need not worry about attendance.” I just couldn’t believe my ears! Of all the Profs, HOD…!!! Within a minute’s time, I even decided that I’m going to have a gulab jamun from the canteen after leaving the class. I chuckled to myself and immediately closed my book, got up and walked out of the row of benches. I expected everybody sitting behind me and many from the boys’ section to do the same. But it was a shock to realize that nobody else made use of the offer, not even the most puckish boy of the batch!
I couldn’t make up my mind – whether to get back to my seat, open my book and pretend as if I’m solving math problems or to just get out! However, the teacher showed me the way towards the door before I could decide. One of the most embarrassing situations I have gone through in three years of my life in Mysore!
I walked out all alone with a tinge of guilt and shame, cursing all my friends who ditched me. As soon as I reached the canteen, I took a deep breadth and shouted, “Santosh Etta, oru gulab jamun poratte”!!!
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1 comments:
haha...
during my college days I did something similar - I put a bet with my friends that I would walk out of the class without getting permission from the professor, and I did. But, later I chickened and re-entered the class, after washing face, it came as a shock to me that the prof was unaware of my discourteous exit. As I came in I lied that I was not feeling well so I had walked out, the entire class burst out laughing, the prof started advising the class that what I did was right.
stupid I was!
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