Why God, Why ?
A few kids were playing cricket, while Bachchan was rambling through the condensed streets of Chennai. And.. Smack! The ball hit him in the groin. He walked away quietly, trying his best to suppress the pain, while the kids laughed their asses off. It was four past noon and he had completely forgotten about his lecture at a junior college in the city. For starters, this person knew nothing about his subject. It took him 20 minutes to reach his classroom. “Good Evening everyone!”, Bachchan said, as he entered the class. “Off-Off-Off-Off”, whispered the entire class in a perfect rhythm. Well, this is not the kind of welcome you want after being hit in the groin. He ignored the boos. “So relative motion.. !”, Bachchan started with his subject. “Motion.. Motion may have a different appearance as viewed from a different frame..”, Bachchan stammered, as he looked into his fat textbook to complete the sentence. “.. of reference”, he continued. “Pch.. Pch.. Pch.. Pch”, the stu