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.