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Sunday

Adventures of Demented Teacher

Couple of days back, just before the recess break began, I was suppose to give a tutorial to100 students. Little to my exaggeration, surprisingly I  had that good attendance for an Algebra class. I was bored teaching the same shit, no surprises there watching the students doze off. Suddenly out of nowhere, a Gtalk window pops out saying 'Motuuuuuuuuuuu' (fatso). It was my roomie who pings me to say that a pink pair of tongs were on her bed and asked if it was mine. I replied in a word taking no choices and chances as the projector has the desktop. She chuckles and asks,” wore something na aaj!”
All of the sudden, the suffering of Algebra has become super hilarious recreation class.
That bitch chatted for like 5 minutes non-stop while the projector connections are too tight to disconnect. All the while everybody in that lecture hall was laughing his/her ass off. First time in my life, I had to adjourn my class 45 mins early and get out. Next day I go to my class and I see my name plate replaced with PINKY and people started calling me the same out of the blue.
I was really embarrassed that day but when I look back and write this was one of the funniest things which happened to me and of course I have a semester to deal with it!

Wednesday

I reflect!

As I watch that fading sun,
Looking deep, hiding behind the dark clouds,
Like those unsaid thoughts pondering,
I reflect.

As I watch those fresh flowers,
Covered with the tiny rainy droplets
Saying a hundred things without speaking a word,
I reflect.

As I hear those roaring clouds,
A hundred allegations flying wildly,
Lashing out the anger,
I reflect.

As I scrutinize the path I have chosen
And my view of sticking to it, even when lost,
I reflect.

But as I think about all that has gone wrong

I break like the steaming volcano,
And all that could have been
I reflect.

As I watch to live it again.
For a desire that died 
but tears continuing to flow are lost in all the reflections.