Second column –last bench

Location- class room

Victim- we and to be more specific I will stick to the nominative singular pronoun i.e I

The victim got voice ,but as most of the student wont dare this .I am doing it for myself. Its not like that I wanna be heard or something.

Tools used- my notebook,my pen,my mobile Nokia C3

2.15 P.M , I got a message from Rupali regd the ordained lecture. Later Vaishali also text-ed me about the lecture. Thanks to both else I would be in my room doing something unproductive . Most of the guys of my batch were even not aware of this lecture. Thankfully I wasn`t left out. When we are aloof from such lecture a bout of guilt blooms. And being in class and rant about it is another sort of joy which i get or most of the students get.

After a long time I am maddeningly subjected to such ordeal upon which I will tread on. I will be random while writing. I will write as things seeps into my head according to the prevailing situation. So tone with me and no edited form of this write will be available.

(I clicked it with lot of valor ,even though its kinda white hazy)

This teacher voice is not at audible,by the time any word fly and enters into my ear drum its fades /dies out. I dunno from where he got this thermo-oxidative notes. The tenacity of the pages can vouch for some negative number (if there is any) . If anyone takes those pages and bend it I am pretty sure it wil break. These notes seems to be preserved from the age of mohanjadaro civilaztion. He must be damn captious about those pages. My goodness this teacher hardly speaks as of he got a limited quota of reserved words. After every diagram he sculpted out he{smite} . i dunno why he does that as we were any savant descendant of Archimedes to understand all. How thoughtful of you Sir. But see this guy(diligent student) sitting at the back bench is not buying anything. To be honest you are pushing me in the state of comatose. I`m bored. sir unknowingly you arre doing a severe mass obliteration of my brain cells. And here Sushmita goes,asking something to him. Good see sir your credulous students hears you.

*After 15 mins*

God why time doesn’t flip its wings fast. I cant stop looking at him. His geometry needs to explained. He is this ectomorph and wearing specs. If he would have been a bit more taller and his upper chamber would have been devoid of intelligence .He would have been the next lucky one for the position of that scare-crow.He is teaching us something –PHASE DIAGRAM, compositions. How ironic he`s not aware of my mental phase and how immiscible my attention is to his lecture. Ah something weird things spat me. my teacher face resembles to my fav cartoon character Mr Garrison of SOUTHPARK. Total ditto

I must say my teacher got some flock of anderelin antic else how can anyone be so utterly boring.

Now he is writing something on the blackboard and his font size..my gooddddnessssssssssssss..

I need a magnifying glass. I need to rummage for my spec now. he writing is worthless too.

If Gandhi would have been alive he must have gulp thousand time before quoting

~good handwriting is a necessary part of education`. He failed the Gandhian in me. I need to whip my spec to actually fathom what he wrote. I don’t know what he actually want to didactic??????

2.45 P.M I am in total state of trance. Some one lug me out when he is done..