LASTBENCHERS DIARY

It felt being in heaven, my girl in tow with me, as i bended to osculate her, my mind was inundated by michael's(my roomie) voice
"buddy its 10, u'll again be late for classes",
but theres no classes in heaven, has he gone nuts,
xp the first period, u need to hurry
well these words wre enough to bring me from my qutopian world to the real world, the room was completely sunlit and surely i overslept again
i squinted at my watch (the hrs and minute needle made a very acute angle, and i knew i was in
trouble)
all the drowsiness made way for panicky, i surely needed to get my skating shoes on.(the xp
professor was a martinet by word)

my mates wre about to leave for the class and i was still in bath
i left for class 10 minutes late of the schedule time,praying and hopin that my professor also got

late, otherwise i was slayed today
the classes was well underway, and surely the professor didn't had any of my dreams,
i couldn't have missed any more classes with my attendance wearing such a pale look
with some jittery feet, i approached the classes and asked for his permission,
heads swayed in my direction and the professor after giving me a brief look, gesticulated me to get in (surely this was one lucky day)
i took seat on my customary last bench,cool J was already present there.
the class continued as the professor droned on,
when you seat on the last bench, the professor always seemed to always see u from the back of his eye (giving u impressions that u r the most inane and nefarious person hes ever seen) and certainly u dont have many ways out then,u r constantly looking at him, not even battling an eyelid and giving him ideas that you are the most interested guy in the class,but actually u dont have the slightest inkling of wat hes saying
ur mind vacillating between the india-aus match with Sachin scripting Indian win with one more century or the latest updates of the clinquant world(bollywood)

u never write when teacher asks u to write but feign in a manner that he thinks that u r totally
into wat he is sayin, u flip the next page whenever he comes to your bench, u need to be a master of pretense, it takes a lot of practice and only few esoterics can do it.

u look at your watch with expectant eyes thinking that the classes is to be over soon but not evn a couple of minutes has passed since u last checked,

"this class was undoubtedly the most boring one", cool j muttered and really i couldn't agree with him more, it seemed it was takin aeons to get over

just when i thought i was dying of ennui and couldn't take it more, the prof. took out the register
seeing that red piece of copy really infuses life into persons like us
u simply love the sight of that attendance register for a very gud couple of reasons, one that it

releases you from all your agony and most important one and the only reason that u ven come to class ATTENDANCE

as the first period got over, we made a sigh of relief, but even before the xp prof could set his
foot out, the new CT prof came in the class, but we did have our chances with her
the other last-bencher fraternity members joined us from the front benches(the garb of the front bencher was for one period only and already they look tired under its weight)

"this period will be fun" was the general consensus among all of us
and sure it was, we didn't even look at the professor even for once
no pretending, and no tacit moments
little N was the first, he japed at the way the prof pronounced
the big Na was not the one to be left behind, he quickly showed all of us mimetic version of the prof, cool J opened his bag of jokes , in between the maverick M showed us wat P was wearing today
P and her gang of real coquettish gals, (well almost) and kinda the hottest topic for our discussion
we discussed all from the fabric of their raiments and.............things which has been censored here
we discussed at how one of them nevr bathe,one looked like she was suffering with some serious atticism mania and there was one whose hair gave idea of that she was some asylum discard
its not that our discussion was only limited to those few, we had a close look at all, the corpulent topper or toppers, how she/he always looked miffed with us, the shrewish M , the very sobre R or miss S who looked like thre was interminable supply of Nitrous oxide to her , no-one could miss our radar,

we seriously didn't feature high in our prof list, and she was more content on imparting her knowledge to so called brighter students(surely we wren't complaining)
unlike the first period this class sure had its moments,
this period also came to close and with it the our days work too , since our very kind CR for the umpteenth time decided for a mass bunk(u know, the best part about mass bunk is no matter what even if a bunch of guys are at ones other throat, they are always unanimous when its about mass-bunk, the teachers dont see it but i guess mass-bunks inculcate unity among us
and if u ask me a study on it must be included in the military curriculum )

with this our long day at office came to end


but before i sign off heres a tribute to backbenchers

a class is sheen-less and devoid of any fun without its backbenchers
and if u think a backbencher cant do anything then make that mistake at your own peril
coz we have it in us to turn the tables at any moment .
have any reservations wid that ???

P.S.-
i want to say that this blog provides a small insight into a day of a lastbenchers life
but there are many many things which can be only known if u have been a BACKBENCHER.

LOVE

i could have been considered a heretic in the caboodle of believers of coup de foudre
but there i was, one more adherent to their ever expanding clique.
i was so myopic,so purblind about this wonderful feeling.i despised all who wre in love. now i was one of those despicables.

Yes, it was love at first sight
it seemed that my heart skipped thousand beats even if it did throbbed afterwards
saying that "i was blown away" would be sum serious understatement


there she was with a willowy figure,a face so pristine
i couldn't gaze at her since even a descry of her left me gasping.
her pulchritude could have infused life into the cadavers
she could have transformed a netherworld into empyrean
her face so effulgent that it could have even lighted the abyss of darkness.
such was her beauty, but really can one this be one beautiful or i was just infatuated
no it could've never been infatuation, it felt different, it was different
it was excruciating to be in her vicinity and not look at her but her sight could have blinded me
it was painful but even the pain seemed blissful today.


wat was happening to me??
this all looked so surreal, i am dreaming, i gotta be dreaming
i assured myself, i have never been a mendacious person then how can i lie to myself today.

i could'nt bear any more,it seemed my heart would burst, my organs were deserting me when i needed them most, is what they called love??
i wanted to tell her, i needed to tell her if only i could tell her
i could've jumped from the tallest building but i couldn't tell her
love really makes you weak!!
if only she had the psychic ability to hear my tacit feelings, if only she shared my feelings,where was cupid today??

i turned to my friends, if they could put an end to my interminable sufferings.
"the gal's not for you",one of them riposted, i was'nt ready for this.
"u are poles apart " he continued, only i was not listening
"both are skinny",other quipped


i knew she was the one, i never felt this way, even they were of no help

"ohh.. gabriel" i prayed now
"u can't leave ur son in this pain
u need to help me",
even he seemed to be on holiday today


wat do i do now
do i tell her or leave everything to fate
wont i be going against my own ethics??

PLZ HELP....................

LUCK

there i laid supine on a tepid night with my eyes zeroing the infinity making a connection very transcendental and giving me a peace so elysian. The slight kerfuffles of city could not cause any interruptions as i segued on. And when it seems a herculean task for sumone to break this connection a sudden trace of light drew my attention towards it.Before i could utter anything, my bhaiya asked me to wish for any thing as this falling meteor in the firmament is talismanic and can have anyone wish fulfilled, my puerile mind shooted thousand questions but i interred them to the place they originated.
but really can luck be derived from these celestials clinging the welkin for aeon??
if the answer is in affirmative there would not be single star-crossed walking this planet.
The world would have been saved from the tyrannies of Hitler,Mussolini Idi Amin et al.
there would never be any bloodshed anarchy or any corruption in the world and lid to the pandora's box would be closed for all times but with the conditions as they are even a thought like this seems highly incongruous.
but if the answer is no and logically more plausible one then how can really be lucky in this big bad world if at all luck exists.

only one good answer sprung to my mind and probably the putative one too
and it may sound hackneyed or trite but luck,destiny,kismet are not bequests that can be obtained as legacy but she(cataphora for luck) follows those who are willing and ready to slug it out in the middle,the ones who puts thought in the matter
Only those few can have the lady luck at her beck and call who are willing to go that extra yard and in truest sense the ones who deserve her most
as the adage goes "fortune favours the brave"
and if i paraphrase the line keeping in mind of todays world then this lady luck smiles on those who are brave enough to make harsher decisions in the predicament and stand by them rather than who luv playing waiting games,LUCK eludes them every nooks and corners of their life with them cursing their destiny


so always be a go-getter rather than wait
coz she mite ring the other door-bell and believe me u dont wanna miss on that.

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