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 students started again. He kept staring at
the students, and asked a few to change their positions. Whispers
grew louder, and Bachchan's patience just touched the roof.
“Sssshhhhhhhhhhhh..
Sssshhhhhhhhhh”, this was Bachchan's first move to get back at his
students.
He
resumed, “Motion may have a different appearance as viewed..”.
“Sir,
no offence, but you're just saying the same thing again”, one of
the students interrupted.
“Go
to last bench and keep standing there”, Bachchan responded, and
this was his second move.
“But..
but what did I do ?”, asked the student.
“Don't
argue, do what is said or leave the class immediately”, he said.
The
class remained quiet for the next 30 minutes, and he did manage to
teach some things about Relative Motion. But this was Bachchan, no
one could really stand this man. A couple of guys started whispering
some old Hindi songs. This distracted Bachchan, but he continued to
pretend ignorance.
Later
he started discussing some physics problem, “.. so the equation is
sin 45 * velocity / distance”. “Shouldn't it be cos 45 ?”, one
of the students asked. “Oh yes, it should be cos 45, not sin.. good
good”, he applauded the kid, as others giggled.
Towards
the end of the lecture everyone started moaning, making different sounds of mockery, banging desks, banging pens on desks -
“Thud
Thud Thud”
“Thunk
Thunk Thunk”
“Pch
Pch Pch”
Bachchan
finally gave up. He had no other option but to request the class to
stop this. The sounds weakened gradually, as he left.
He
went straight to the bus stop, where he could finally breathe some
non-sarcastic air. This did not last long, as an over-crowded bus
arrived. Some men were hanging by the door, some having one foot in
the bus and the other foot feeling the gravity. He did manage to get
into it, and reached the front end of the bus. Bachchan struggled his
way to reach his back pocket, only to discover - he had just got
mugged. The conductor politely asked him to leave.
He
kept walking.. walking towards the sunset. Depressed and frustrated
with the on-going things, he threw his fat physics textbook into the
ocean. He looked at the sky, and yelled as loud as he could - "WHY GOD, WHY ?"
The
next day, he woke up to find a rare unread message on his phone. The
message said -
“Meet me near the wash room on the 4th floor of the Biology Department, if you want things to change”
No,
that was not Morgan Freeman from Bruce Almighty, that was just
another prank by one of his students.
Nice one! .. Very interesting :-)
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