“Damn, where is that silly comb, I swear from tomorrow I will be getting up early”, I said to myself sulking under puffed breath. Just come out of my bath and putting on my jeans and a t-shirt I was about to leave the room when I remembered I had to do something to my messed up hair. I have a class in 12 minutes on the dot. A lot of time to go for any class but today its Friday and the teacher is a psychic. Well I did my best to get that 10 gram object out from somewhere; sometimes such small things can make so much of a difference. After a couple of minutes and still unable to recover the object from the rabble I decided to go to class. A few strokes with my hand and I was ready to face the world ( hair- who cares)
Done with the comb I rushed to the lift. It said 3rd floor. Must have missed it by a whisker. Shit, when its not ur day, its just not ur day. After halting at 4 more stations (of course the lift was traversing downwards when I had reached the grey metal doors). I climbed into it and after another 3 stops I finally landed. Another 4 mins, I was on the wire. Now I started sprinting towards my classroom. On the way I met saurav, sumit, puja, and some more beautiful people but I could not place them at the moment. At this opportune time your friends seem to be your enemies, why the hell do u want me to wave at u and say good morning. Least of al,l has this morning been good.
“Whats wrong with your hair, it looks like a birds nest on the loose”, someone remarked. I surely do not have time at the moment and I am sorry to have offended your eyes but I must take off and now I ran as if there was no tomorrow. Slowed down when I could see my destination. Ah, I have made it, still have two minutes. When I reached the place the teacher was already there, so what I am on time. So I decided to push open the door and filled the room with my
“may I come in sir”
“You are late”, he said.
I looked down at my watch; it says I am on time. I gave him a puzzled look. I wanted to say sir I am on time but I thought that probably my watch is not working properly. Today, its one of those days when nothing can go right and yes the watch must have deceived me.
“What is the reason for your coming late to class, haven’t I made myself clear that you have to be in class on time”, he barked.
Just to check my luck I pointed to my watch and said, “Sir, I am on time”.
“What time is it by your watch” he said annoyingly
“Its 9:15, Sir”, I replied courteously
“No it is not, and you are late for class”
I was like, is this man insane, he knows I am on time, why is he creating all the fuss, probably he didn like my hairdo today
“Sir, but according to the watch I am on time” I said pointing to the class watch now.
He was not amused at all and what followed didn amuse me a bit
The doctorate in some field of management now opened his mouth to utter some of the strangest words I have ever heard in my life. The man went on
“You can be on time only if u enter class before me. Its 9:15 when I enter, I do not go by your class watch or by the watch on your hand”.
Now what does that suppose to mean, I thought. Give me a watch that you follow u dumb fool (I started to lose my temper now. Is this some silly dictatorship)
I think it is, for the silly old man went on for another couple of minutes and said vague things about time management(I am sure he had no clue to what he was saying.)
I gave in after that, if his time isn’t precious, mine is. :”Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again”. was all I said, of course all courtesy gone. He moved his belly a bit towards class and motioned me to come in.
Now I have to tolerate this man for another 75 mins……HELP!!!!!
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janab, bat to ap pate ke kar rahe hain, sometimes i also think that there has to be some watch that cant be touched by anyone and hence the people of the entire world should follow that watch (time zone differential considered) and especially there has to be some watch for the teachers that WE STUDENTS can follow....
brilliant....u sure have talent and ofcourse time management...bad hiardos happen to everyone...dont take it too seriously....
yaar what are u doin, never compromise with ur hairstyle for attending a lecture. The prof is not worth it dude. That was the mistake u made and was the cause of all misery.
waking up early in a B-School doesn't work yaar, so don't even think abt it, u will end up doin more harm than good. If u are so particular about attending the classes, follow the simple strategy, keep awake all night and sleep during the classes.
dekhiye aab iska samadhan toh ek hi hai aap its better u follow PMT(patnaik's meridian time). aur koi rashta bhi nahin hai. ya phir ek kaam kiya ja sakta hai IST(icfai standard time) ko replace kar ke GMT(garg meridian time ) laga diya jaye jaha par 15 mins ka standard deviation rakha jayega aapke keshkalakriti ke liye. ab dekhiye issse jaada kuch nahin kar sakte.
haan ek or samadhan hain aap pure takle ho jayeye na rahega baal na chahiye hogi comb or nahin aap late honge.
waise bhi main aapse hamesha kehta hi hoon jaada sajna-sawarna chhor dijeye. magar kya bole aap hain ki sudharna hi nahin chhate.
ab toh bhagwan hi malik hai.
chaliye bahut ho gaya ab aur kya lijhe bacche ki jaan loge. chalat hain parnam
sir ji no new blog for so long on this one.... why....
wen wil the professors in india realise tat in postgrad they do not hav to treat students as children.....we r mature enuf to realise our responsibilties....tel them to grow up......
ha ha ha...really well written Saurav..and a very typical ICFAI prof I must say:)..keep writing
man...you write very well.....ekdum profesional writer....hidden talent
very well written.. now since v r out college readin this brngs smile to my face... lovely were those days and it wa real fun to read this which brought a lot of memories along with it...
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