the terrible trio(part 2)

so..when we conversed last time I was telling you about the entrance coaching I used to go in my eleventh standard. My 11th grade was horrid, I did not do any good on my academics except on computer science (D-uh!!). part of the reason for this was due to the all powerful sense of lethargy which had taken over once the tenth grade concluded. I felt like a HUGE race had been run and that no more such races would be happening in the near future.
Classes drifted by and were only moderately difficult, and on the other side I was going to entrance classes which were super super tough, weird kind of situation there. I would shift down my mental gears and chill in class, only to rush off to the entrance class and be like..."whaaaa...". Some of the times, I felt so dumb, I swear I could hear myself go "Ogg not understand....Ogg CRUSH!!". For those of you who did not understand the previous reference, think of this caveman kinda guy, standing there with a club in one hand and scratching his shaggy head with the other hand, and having this extremely stupid yet perplexed expression on his face. This is Ogg, everyone say hi.

Everyone: Hi Ogg...!!

Ogg:....umm.....err...glurp!!

Everyone: How cute!!!!

Ogg:..Ogg SMASH!!

Internet addicted teenage girl: Oh wow, lol, he is so cute, hey Ogg, ASL?.....lol, lol....rotfl...nasa..icbm...lol...lol...nato..!!

Ogg: (walks over to said girl and smashes her into the ground....the world both past, present and future heaves a HUGE sigh of relief...if only there were more Oggs out there..).

So, some of us used to do this thing, like an avoidance tactic, we would sit at the back of the class so that the sir would not pick on us. One wonders why such a sophisticated and well thought out plan did not work (heavy sarcasm there..FYI). To the ones who sat at the back, the sir would devote a few minutes of his time during which he would embarrass and shame everyone into moving to the front. So here I am in the midst of all this, and I thought 'ok, so he picks on the ones in the back, If i sit in the middle I should be ok..right? right?' there was no reply since I dont reply to me often (think 'A Beautiful Mind'..).
Therefore, confident in the brilliance of my plan I sat in the middle, lo and behold he got me again.
'Nikhil Varma, good that you are moving forward in the class. Come sit here in the front row, yes right there..no, dont create a new row behind the front....sit in the front row...yes..good..now whats the answer?'.
Fellow Student: "sir, hes fainted".
Sir: "No, no, he is thinking hard, let us give him sometime and move on."
(who would have thought that entrance coaching sirs an bears would have the same thinking tendency, play dead and you're good to go..)

Also, this sir had a thing where he would make any guys name sound like the most important coupla words in the world. For instance when he called out my name, "NIKHIL VARMA", one almost expected the rest to come out something like "you are the only hope for the world, the force is strong in you" or something like that. Or maybe even "the challenger for the title of world heavy weight.." (no, not wrestling, body weight....!!).

Life went on in such a fashion, which is only funny when viewed in hindsight (kinda like our asses!! ha ha ha....sorry, couldn't resist that one..). There were so many incidents like this one where Arvind came into class wearing half pants and the sir got on his case, or the time when he caught us exchanging cds. He wanted us to be serious and focused, I was not. I wish I had taken his advice, but then again, this is my story and this is how it goes.

In the next post I shall talk about the coming of the south africans...yes, you heard that right. Stay tuned..or signed in, or whatever.....what?? you want me to use more technical terms? Do you want me to call Ogg and ask him to tend to you?...
I am getting stupid....
you are making me really stupid....you would not like me when I am stupid.!!

aawwrrr.....glurp..........blaurrrr!!....zzzzz....snore....zzzz

Ogg aka Magus aka Wraith aka moi!!