Caught in class !

Engineering is inarguably the most fun part of teen life. It is a time when stupidity reaches its peak and there happen a countless number of incidents which on looking back make you rotfl. This incident happened during my bachelors at PSG Tech.

Being a ‘metallurgist’ we were supposed to learn about the ways in ores are extracted from mines and hence we had to study this subject called ‘mineral beneficiation’. The course was taken by a seemingly soft spoken gentleman named Elangovan. We couldn’t stay focused in his class for two reasons. Firstly, he spoke so softly that I doubt if he would have heard his own words. Also the possibility of employing lip reading to decipher his utterances was ruled out by the well grown and maintained moustache that shielded his mouth. Secondly, he had this habit of giving a ‘jerk’ very often that would cause the face to go forward and the shoulders to come backwards suddenly while speaking. We found it very amusing and counting the number of jerks became a fun way to pass time. Needless to say, things get worse post-lunch.

In one such class, I decided enough is enough and started exploring the artist in me. I started drawing an all time favourite cartoon character of mine – Jerry. Soon I was totally engrossed in trying to make jerry look as comical as possible, blissfully unaware of the fact that there was a human being trying to hammer something about a jaw crusher into our senses. After a good fifteen minutes, I decided to join back the class and looked up to see elangovan sir coming towards me. I hurriedly tried to turn the pages and hide jerry but it was too late. He had already seen it and took my note questioning me ‘Enna pa panra?’. I was then a chamathu payyan who doesn’t get caught like this often in class and being the first time, I had almost gone numb with fear. So I just didn’t respond to him. He turned the page to where jerry was and gave me a stern look. I still can’t remember what he said to me but one thing was for sure. I could see the whole class wide awake now eagerly waiting to see my fate. Since I was not in the category of the more irritating people talking in class and disturbing others listening to the lecture, I was spared that day with a strong advice not to repeat such instances .

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