Remembering an incident that happened during my second year of Engineering. Every time that incident enters my mind, I end up laughing. Sharing it here on my blog. Have a laughter riot.
One usual lousy afternoon, in a Robotics class, I sat head down caressing my tiny little Symbian baby. The professor, a young lady in her 30s, suspected my questionable hand movement under the desk. Raising her ankles, standing on her toes, she looked at me one last time.
Her suspicion confirmed. Furious, she raised her eyebrows, stepped forward and in a sudden spurt of anger, shouted, "Give me that phone!"
*Total silence for a few seconds*
Now surrounded by the sudden deafening silence never before seen in a Mechanical Engineering classroom, I stood up. Looked her straight in the eye and said, "Madam, sorry there is no balance."
The classroom burst into an uncontrollable laughter. Anger and embarrassment showed on her face. She snatched my phone, walked towards the dais and waited for the laughter to stop. She waited and stared but they kept laughing. It seemed like forever. Both, for her as well as me. I almost grew a mustache.
The laughter died over the next few seconds. Whispers and lowly murmurs now filled the class. It was her turn to speak up now. In a stern voice, she shouted, "Meet me in my cabin after the lecture!"
A few minutes and several fake apologies later, I found myself standing head down in her cabin. "Mr. Kumar! You think you are very smart? Ha? I will get you expelled from the college." She claimed.
Realizing that the only way to instill a sense of regret in me was to separate me from my darling mobile phone, she said "Such behavior is unacceptable. I'm going to complain to the HOD." Not realizing that the number of fucks I could give was still the same as the balance in my mobile. Zero.
She disappeared for her next lecture. Leaving me alone in a scary old man's room (Read HOD). He glanced at me, pissed off by what he had heard."What's your roll number?", he asked in a hefty masculine voice.
"36 sir!", I replied pretending to be sorry.
He took out my track sheet out of a pile of what seemed to be the fate of 60 future mechanical engineers. He scanned the grades. Not able to find faults in the grades, he gasped, "You seem to be a good student. Why do you indulge in such irresponsible activities? You've had a good reputation so far. Maintain it."
"Sorry sir. Won't happen again." I assured him.
"It better not. I'm keeping your phone with me. I'll give it back only if you score well in the next quiz." He replied.
When I came out of HODs room, people surrounded me like a swarm of bees. I was a mini celebrity now. "What happened? What happened?", They inquired, curious to know the proceedings of the event.
It had just taken me a couple of minutes to explain what had happened, when suddenly a hand appeared from the crowd and grabbed me by the collar. "36??? You asshole!! That's my roll number."
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