@ 8:00 am, i found myself in mukherjee's class.... obviously 50 percent janta is absent and many of them r coming in a rush just for attendance (no one is listening wat bakar he is doin during his classes)... well i was on last bunch and 3 rows in front of me r just blank same as my mind....
hey dude concentrate on the roll calls....
bcoz if u miss your call den mukherjee is not goin to give u dat shit(attendance) ... just due to this gr8 students lyk us hav to wake up @ 7.45 only for dat fucking attendence.....
i was glaring out of the back door as sameer and kd ( both of another branch) were waiting for me...
"yar how should i escape from this unbearable hell" i was thinking about my way to go out......and here comes my call...
PRESENT SIR.... making my voice as confident as i m a regular geek in his class....
after giving me a devil look and noticing me ( as i was sitting alone in last bench).. due to my fucking brown hairs..... he continued to next roll number...
"definately he is thing bout his zero friction head top...... after givin a look to my uncombed hairs...... "
as he continues..me somehow make a passage to slid throw the door without making noise..
and again i have a victory over dat shitty lacture of fluid mechanics...
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