Thursday, August 25, 2011
Demo Class : Part 3
Part 3 out of 4
Previous Part : First Candidate Assessment By Me
Second Candidate’s Assessment By Me
Okay, he was certainly not someone I had expected to see!
He came straight from ‘Dexter’s Laboratory’!
Clad in white shirt and black pants, he wore specs. I don’t know why, I always find people who wear spectacles, to be very knowledgeable. *ducks from the objects thrown by people who don’t wear specs*
The first thing that came into my mind was, ‘Kaun hai yeh…kaun hai yeh’ and I started singing it slowly and softly. But then, my dear brother Anurag had to have a problem! He told me to keep my mouth shut before Kumkum [yeah, kumkum se kumkum se] ma’am heard us. *hhmpphh*
Okay, let’s get this clear. I abhor when someone asks me to shut up! Because seriously, there is hardly a time when I actually verbally speak out my side comments *rolls eyes* and when I do, I actually am very excited. So, shutting up isn’t an option.
When he started speaking, he was stuttering. *shocked *Awww :) I love when teacher’s stutter. This is some kind of an evil thingy. You know how? Well, one reason. They always made me stutter when I had to answer something.
Yeah, my school life was full of crap. Literally! I never spoke anything. And knowing me, you can only imagine how much difficult it must be for me! *remembers those school days and her shy nature and then shudders*
I looked longingly at Shambhavi, who made it quite clear that she won’t talk to me. I started poking her and irritating her *evil smile* and making her laugh *genuine smile*. Well, is it my fault that my side comments always come at wrong time? *sighs*
When I saw that there was no option for me, I took out a diary from my bag without even looking back. Yeah, I am as secretive as that! *laughs* And my Di had made my habit of not looking down while typing. Yeah, I always look like a sincere-attention-paying-nerd while all the while; I am on my mobile, chatting away with Di. *sheepish muh*
But this time, I had no intention of messaging either of them. They both are useless when it comes to managing the hyper-me. Well, Di’s replies made me roll with laughter which I couldn’t afford to do and I was tired with the mono-syllability of his answers. *hmmph*
So, I started making…rather bigadofy the songs. Yeah, I am as cool as that. So, before wasting anytime, I am going to list all the songs in italic which I spoiled. *laughs*
‘Itni shakti hamein dena daata…aankhein hamari khuli reh jayein.’ *trying to keep her eyes open*
‘Mann mera…bhaaga kahin aur hi jaaye.’ *irritated with his boring talks*
‘Behkar hai mann kahin….kahan jaati nahi.’ *sings in full tone*
While I was jotting songs in my diary, Kumkum ma’am spoke up, “Children, is anyone making notes of the dates he is giving?” I mentally thought that his own GF would be bored with him on his date, so why should we be interested. *laughs* Okay, bad joke.
Now I was scared that I was writing down something. Maybe she saw me writing something. Okay, I am extremely scared. What if she wants to see my diary? I toh was passing running commentary! I-AM-SO-DEAD! *scared and horrified*
What if she catches me and read all my diary’s contents? And she does *horrified* she would surely give me punishment. What if she rusticates me from college? What if, she puts me in a pan and eats me up? By the looks of it, she does looks like she can eat me up. *suspicious* Nahiiiiiiii….
*I looked above and prayed* Hey bhagwaan! Plz-plz-plz mujhe bacha lo…I sware agar aapne mujhe is baar bacha liya…toh…toh main chup rehene ki koshish karoongi. Okay, deal? Please huh…is baar bacha lijiye….I sware aaj poore din aur kuch nahi maangoogi. Plz?
I quickly hid my copy when she said, “Children, you should make a habit of jotting down the notes given during the lecture. No one is going to dictate them to you….” Blah blah blah! I just heard that we were supposed to write and quickly kept my copy on the desk. Ab maza aayega *rubs hands*
Oh and yeah! Thank you Bhagwaan ji! Aaj aapne phir humein bacha liya…aap great ho. *genuine smile* I started writing down the songs freely. Who cared about his notes? He was not yet selected to be my teacher!
‘Aankhein khuli ho ya ho band…samajh mein kuch nahi aata hai.’ *trying to keep her eyes open*
‘Humko mann ki shakti dena…aankh khuli rahein…inki demo class mein bhi…hum jage rahein.’ *singing tone*
I was busy making up songs and smiling to myself, when our dear beloved Kumkum ma’am spoke up again. She said, “Children pay attention.” I looked up to see who she was talking about, when I saw her gazing at back-benchers. Oohhh….koi phasa. *rubs hands in an evil manner*
I quickly took out my mobile…my sweet sa mobile *adoring eyes for my mobile* and typed up ‘Bechaare back benchers :D’ and I sent it to him. He quickly replied as, “Back benchers are enjoying.” *hmmmhppphh* I was certainly NOT enjoying! Kahan phas gai main? *desperate to move out of the class*
And then the rest of the class moved away. I mean, he was surely blabbering something but, was I listening? NO. So did it matter? NO. *smiles* I was busy creating some beautiful songs by my power of imagination and creativity, when I heard that sir was going away.
*whistles* Okay, in reality I don’t know how to whistle. I tried, but failed *sad muh* Okay, *excited muh* I am so happy that he was going away. He had to. Kumkum ma’am inki bhi bezzati kar deti warna…lol.
But then, he had to ask a question! Harsh Sir got up and asked a lamba chauda question. I was trying to hear his question, I really did…but it was tooooooooooo long for me to grasp. *what-is-my-fault-in-this look*
And then the candidate started answering it. HECK! It was B-O-R-I-N-G! I felt so bored. I couldn’t pretend to write when I obviously had to play the role of an attention paying student. I know I know. I am good. *giggles*
After the candidates successful exit, I quickly typed up, ‘Aapko kya mil gaya inse itna kuch poochkar?’ and sent it to him. His answer was a quick one asking if I enjoyed the class. I silently muttered to myself, ‘Pooch toh aise rahe hain jaise ki khud bahut maza aa rahi hai….agar aa bhi rahi ho toh kya? Main toh free ka phans gai.’
I quickly wrote, ‘Yeah yeah…itna ki aap soch bhi nahi sakte hain.’ *rolls eyes* Seriously, this had to be the worst time in my life! *dramatically* No! I am serious *rolls eyes*
Okay, I was once again happy for his exit….2 gone…1 more to go. Who cares? I am going to handle him fine! *evil smirk* And if I didn’t, Kumkum ma’am would surely give him/her a run for his/her life. *cool smile*
To be continued....