Bracing up for the Battle Part-2

I was about to excel the viva with flying colors for the first time in my life but… suddenly a melodious beep note played in the middle and ruined my victory march. It was time to get back in reality and to make the shore on time. I geared up with my Stationery weapons and was pretty sure even today I’ll make it to class with 5-10 minutes delay. I was terribly worried about the upcoming events as there’s gonna be the presence of people who would love to slaughter me on this very particular occasion. That not only points to my teacher who’s just hated me, I don’t know why but there’s another..

That one most disreputed nerd, the lone warrior of by-heart studies in our class, whose only notes are the reason for survival of the back-benchers along with the part-timers. But today was some other day, I was stuck in his group along with two others for the viva. The others were no more Einstein than him. One was like my henchman who’s even pettier than me, still carefree and willing to face all obstacles with his tooth broken laughter. The last but surely not the least was the only attraction of our group, the girl. The word itself establishes an entirely different set of law to be practiced on her. Never noticed much, but she too featured in the merit list and we all still wanna know……Why How ??  (surely a matter for research)

So the stage was set, appointed faculties were relaxing out on their ‘Throne of Thorns’ (classroom jargons). Staring the students like they’re gonna take the revenge of whole semester in a single viva. All were silent as goat outside but bubbling inside like lava.                It was our group’s turn…we’re called upon. But only a couple of faces showed up. First was undoubtedly the ‘BookWorm’ accompanied by my wanderer friend. Both sat silently until the assistant raised from the chair and inquired for the rest of two.

Meanwhile, I made a hurried entry and was left upon to be stared by the whole class. I tried the ‘Bus Delay’ excuse and was doing well but the other professor interrupted. Sighting all the rules and lessons, the cloud burst upon me, bringing a good entertainment for others and moments to giggle about. Finally the rain drops ran out, he frowned and asked about the last unoccupied chair. We’re gazing each other, trying our shot at face-reader.

“May I come in sir ??”, a sharp voice splashed in the silent class. She’s been so much late on this very significant day. Nearly half of the class was as excited to stand on their seats. It’s surely gonna be an interesting contest between the girl and the professor whose temper is at the boiling point.                             

We all were curious with ears in our hand to hear the Explosion…..                       But the bomb never explode, don’t know how but it got diffused as soon as she reached and apologized. The atmosphere went cool, everyone was stunned. The firecracker got cracked but out came just the short Drizzle. We next focused our attention to hear the excuse, but it was even more funny and lame than mine. “I got fever, so woke up late.” No Problem,try soon from the next time. And she was guided to her sit with the utmost care and hospitality. I was just not capable of digesting the abrupt insurgence of Feminism in the veins of that whimsical man.

Next It’s time for the interrogation session where they’ll be firing loads of questions on us and lets see who’ll be able to satisfy them. Catch it all, in next blog.

Till Then !

 

© 2017 WittyAyJ 

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