Note- All characters in the story are fictitious. Though we have used some real names, its just intended for fun. So no hard feelings.:) And thanks to Ste for the cartoon.
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Professor Tan (for Hindi) entered the class…….
He wore a khadi kurta over a blue jean trouser. In short, he looked like Gandhi-ji with hair. He walked in slowly, like the watchmen at the museums. He finally reached the dais and looked around at the students with an expression, which appeared as if he had smelt something unbearable. Chirag, a hindi loving student, could not resist, and so fell onto Prof. Tan’s feet. Rj and Ste looked at it with their mouths open. Once Chirag and the situation came back to normal, Prof. Tan addressed the students- “Good Morning. Welcome to this college.” cough…cough….
He then again started staring at the walls as if he was calculating what was 13424 divided by 3243. Ste said to Rj- “ Hey Rj, this man seams dead.”
So Rj waved at Prof. Tan to verify. Mr.Tan waved back at Rj & Ste and smiled. Ste announced “This man’s Mr.Dumbo” jumped and laughed out loud. Mr.Tan banged the desk with his duster and screamed at the top of his voice- “ Shut up you stupid fellows. Do you find flowers on my ears?” cough….. cough….
Prats almost had tears in her eyes and Chirag almost jumped out of the window. Mr.Tan’s reaction took everyone by surprise. He was definitely not a softie.
“You last bench idiots, shut up your asses and sit quiet” cough…cough…
he screamed to blow off the roof. He then turned to Chirag and said as softly as he could- “Beta..!! What is your name?”
There was a waterfall flowing out from Rj’s and Ste’s mouths. They were totally perplexed at this Hindi professor Mr.Tan. Rj whispered to Ste- “ Dude. Even a mad man would wonder if this man’s mad.”
Anyway, un-understandable Mr.Tan started off with his lessons. He asked- “Have everyone brought your text books?” cough..cough… Rj and Ste looked at each other’s faces. Everyone said yes, and hence Prof.Tan started off with the lesson.
Half an hour went by and that’s when Prof. Tan noticed something. The last bench was empty. He lifted his glasses and looked at the empty bench again as if he’d smelt something bad. He walked through the benches towards the last bench. As he approached, he began to hear a song- “ Choli ke peeche kya hai…. Choli ke peeche..”
He approached the last bench and bent down to spot Rj and Ste under the bench. Ste was listening to Radio Mirchi. Rj put a biscuit into his mouth, and was poking kajal for another biscuit. Mr.Tan was totally pissed off and he lifted both of them by their hair.
“What are you both doing there?” cough… cough… he asked.
Rj replied- “ I was searching for my pen, Sir.”
Ste, with trembling legs almost pissed in his pants. He mumbled- “ I was helping him search for the pen, Sir.”
Tan looked at the ceiling fan and then outside the window and then at other students again as if he was calculating something.
“Go stand outside the class. Get outttt…” cough..cough.. he screamed like a mad man. He almost vomited his vocal chord. Immediately, he turned to Chirag and said softly- “ Read the first paragraph, beta.” Chirag fell on Tan's feet all over again.
Rj and Ste headed out of the class, more out of astonishment than shame. They went and stood outside catching sights of birds and mosquitoes. They discovered a game-“ Who will throw the paper into the dustbin” and got busy playing it. The bell rang, they observed Miss.Rashi walking along the corridor. She spotted these two and asked- “ Again out of the class? Second time today? You idiots.”
Ste winked at Rj and replied- “ Yes ma’am, we are Out-standing students.”
Stone hard Miss.Rashi too couldn’t help laughing. But to their shock, Mr.Tan who was now standing by the door was listening to this- “Go meet the principal..” sneeze.. he screamed and turned to Miss.Rashi, smiled and said- “ Good Morning ma’am.”
Miss.Rashi rolled her eyes.
So, Rj and Ste were back into the Principal, Mr.Sandeep Balan’s office for the second time on the day. They entered the room and found Mr. Balan standing in the exact position they saw him last time. He was standing by the window, with his hands on his hips. Mr. Balan turned around and said- “ You people again?” and combed his hair.
Ste said- “You look like Rajnikanth, Sir” trying to please him and also hoping he was Malan and not Balan.
“Hehahehaha…. Don’t try to play games with me. You both are suspended for 2 weeks” he said angrily.
Ste ran to him and fell on his knees. He held Mr.Balan’s feet and pleaded- “We are sorry, Sir. We wont repeat it.” He made a signal to Rj to join him in this begging business. Rj ran and caught hold of Balan’s other leg so tight that Mr.Balan tripped. Sandeep Balan had a great fall.