Ok friends time to amuse you some more with some more classroom tales from the chronic back bencher ,the storyteller par - excellence , the narcissistic yours truly. Well its true that the guys from Manufacturing had started the first official BBC , but i was the one to brand market it , so shove it guys its my story.
Life from the back benches is always a one of perspective introspection ... you can choose to either immerse yourself in quiet reading or you can choose to be the part of the team that is always involved in contributing to the ruckus in the class.
9 :15 and the AEC class commences ....you would think that the people watching a football match would be more disciplined than the BBCians gracing the classrooms. The Analog Electronic Circuits madam was never on time ...(And we always cursed the damn Railway system). 15 minutes late she was and that suited us just fine.Time to catch up on all the latest gossip from the hostels and enough time to ogle at the girls gracing the front benches .
Ma'am would finally walk into the class and the rukus would just go up a notch further. I have one of those irritating gunfiring sounds (from the game Counter Strike)in my cell and once the din died down a bit ,few of us hooligans would play the soundtrack from under the benches . Salvo after salvo of bullets pierced the quiet classroom air and the sounds of spent casings would follow. And funnily she would pretend not to notice.
But we were not to be fazed .....i have one of those cartoon ....POOING.... sounds in my cell( the sound you would often hear when the eyes of a cartoon character popped out balanced on spring ends) The most hilarious part of that sound was that it was played at the perfect timing. Whenever she would be solving something on the board ( which she rarely did) and if she would get stuck on some technicality ( which she always was) POOING the noise would ring out loud and clear eliciting a an uproar from the back benches and even a snigger or two from the girls at the front.
Well girls you have to admit that without the ocassional fun ....(well occasional was an understatement it was perpetual ) i am sure none of you would have even survived the dead boring class. The noises were just the appetizers , the main course was the witty one liners from the back ...be it to a girl at the front or to one of those snotty first line guys or to the teacher , that really made our day.
An example - Whenever we would be asked a question , whether we knew the answer or not ...NO IDEA was the perfect alibi. Once she asked all the people in the back for the answer and she got an unanimous response. Even that rascal Sanjay Das was browbeaten into submission to reiterate that punchline ......it is the perfect foolproof answer for any class regardless of the reputation of the taecher.
Once even i had the impunity of asking the teacher what the hell was the question was when i was asked something and she realised the ultimate truth that the Back benchers were incorrigable.
At the end of the day every teacher does realise that the BBC is an organised racket at the back whose existance is a separate entity in the classroom . It s firmly entrenched in the classrooms and no amount of coercion would ever break our camarederie. The copy in our hands were just a formality, Lab notes and novels would be lapped up in the class time. It is amusing that how much the human brain can shut out outside disturbances while pursuing a thing of interest.
You thought that people like me whiled away their time in the classroom at the back, but let me remind you that the most worthwhile reading time i get is at the back.It is a place where people get to pursue their individual talents rather than be a part of the herd.
Time to go folks .... i have a class now and if i dont hurry i wont be able to get balcony seats for the show.
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