Wishful Thinking

The grass is greener on the other side.

But is it really always that way? The grass might appear greener, but it might have its own shades of black, grey, or other colours you might not have foreseen. You often see that which you desire rather than what the actual ground reality is. An optical illusion, should I say? Mental illusion? Take your pick. It’s just like those mirages, which you see in cartoons, where the oases are always filled with beautiful, semi-clad women and delicious food and drink, and which always disappear when the character approaches them.

I have always tried to put myself in someone else’s shoes (not literally, of course :P), and imagined life in their own terms. Never has it been to my liking. Obviously, I do admire a few of my friends’ qualities, the amount of freedom they get, or just their devilishly handsome looks :P. But there are many negative points which I would have never liked in my own life. There is always something negative along with the positive. Justifies the old sayings and theories of the balance in nature. 😉 It also makes you look at life in a different way, be it good or bad. So enjoy life while you’re still in it. Cheerio!

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I’ve also often wondered how a teacher still loves to teach inspite of the deteriorating condition of the teaching staff in our country. Barring some incompetent teachers, students should not have any complaints about the quality of teaching. However, that is not what is observed in most of the schools or colleges I have been in. This has been synonymous with the advent of coaching classes, sounding the death knell for most of these government-paid, government-fed teachers. Coaching classes pay more, and get more out of their teachers, causing the scales of the students’ barometer of preference to tip the wrong way.

This makes the college professors feel small, and maligned. Which is very much true, considering the rowdy behaviour these teachers have to face. Sometimes, I do feel frustrated with some of my “supposed” teachers. But I do not blame them for whatever is going on now.

Indeed, teaching IS a noble profession in this brave, new world.

Me And Bobby McGee

What with the recent spate of violent going-ons around the country, I hope I survive a similar fate with which I might be cursed in case any of the people I mention in this article read my blog. Assuming it is safe from such a perusal, I will venture into territories undiscovered, experiences inexperienced, entities unknown and so on and so forth in my usually boring vein. 😛

Okay, college season has started and everyone has had their share of tales about how their professors are. I will endeavour to make you “experience” my experiences with my professors at SPCE.

Now, we have 6 subjects and their respective practicals in our syllabus. Here goes.

Maths

Professor – Codename Barot. Has a persecution complex. Always assumes conspiracies against him. Loves to tell people that they have copied assignments. Loves to target my classmate Nikhil. Enjoys sitting on the first bench and making people slog on the board. Takes sadistic pleasure in making us ask those students horribly naive doubts. 

Physics

Teacher – Codename Edje. Has an asinine grin. Smirks at almost everything. Loves avoiding questions she cannot answer. Pronounces “Edge” as “Edje”. Cannot be seen in front of a darker background. Loves making us do stupid physics problems. Is not answerable to anything we do because she is an ME student. Loves embossing her name on every printed assignment sheet we get.

Chemistry

Teacher – Codename Dullathon. Cannot teach. Yet is supposed to be addressed as “teacher”. Is assumed to wash her *** with hard water.  Dicatates straight from the textbook and expects us to copy. Cannot speak English. Will always misplace the attendance sheet. 

EM (Engineering Mechanics)

Professor – Codename Once-In-A-Blue Moon. Loves acting feminine. Adjusts his calendar according to the lunar cycle, because of which he only arrives in college once a month. Takes 2 1/2 hours to travel where it takes normal human beings just 1 1/2 hour. Writes so painstakingly small that micro-organisms would have to read it.

CP (Computer Programming)

Professor – Codename C–. Thinks he is the CEO of the college. Cannot spell for nuts. Always seems to write in C++. Has created one of the most horrible spellings for “palindrome” ever. Believed to write his love letters in C++.

#include<iostream.h>

for(i=1; i<= ∞; ++i)

cout<<“I Love You”;

Okay, I’m an amateur at programming, so spare me the tech lingo.

BEE (Basic Electronics and Electrical Engineering)

(I know! They have had the audacity to make one “E” disappear and making it sound like the insect which usually haunts our class)

Professor1 – Codename Viagra. Looks like Einstein. Walks slower than a snail suffering from a heart ailment. Ah, snails don’t have hearts 😛 Inanely dumb, exceedingly deaf and surprisingly nonchalant as to the predicament of the class.

Professor2 – Codename Dumbass. Cannot integrate to save his life. Supposed to be an MTech guy from IIT. Does it mean Indian Integrated Toots?

Have written this at something-past-12 in the night. Will appreciate discovery of typo-errors and grammatical errors in the post. Hope it is interesting atleast.

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