I swear that every word said in this post is true, so please exercise profound silence while you are reading this post, after which you can laugh your a** out.

There is this subject called applied hydraulics and pneumatics, that you have to go through in the fifth sem, it is easily one of the most interesting hours you can possibly have , not because the subject is interesting the contrary it is semma blade) but because some of the most interesting things can happen inside the class.

Yours truly enjoyed the initial bit of the semester. this is the class where in i learnt that chalk piece can be used as an assault weapon upon the guyz you hate most. Let me explain how it works, the teacher turns towards the board to draw one all of those many weird looking boxes which knowledgeable souls call hydraulic circuits. During this time, you can take a nice aim at that guy sitting in the extreme corner of the class religiously copying every damn thing written drawn .errr....scriblled :) on the board. then it takes a split second to chuck the chalk on him.The art is to get back to the seat and act as if nothing happened when the teacher turns. Well yours truly the other daygot caught doing this, people kept telling me that i was a lazy bone and very slow, but i insist, i was too fast, i got caught because i was too fast and i got up before the teacher turned back again.

Well anyway that day onwards i got the privilege to sit in the front row of the class. correction that day i was out, and from the next day onwards i got the privilege. honestly if there is anything that can go wrong this is it. while you have to jot down notes, or at least act as if you are jotting down , you actually get to see all those blessed souls eating everything from chappati, to butter panner and you actually think that life has gone wrong and will soon come to end , what with such good stuff for grub, and what with you not getting a share of it. and ya finally what if that was actually your lunch box .(hmph!).

so yours truly, fed up with life started dozing off during class hours. Well initially sleep was bliss in disguise, for it had everything i wanted, absolutely nothing !! every hour i used to religiously dose of and then finally when cycle tests come and when you finally realize that you dont have a text book and you have to depend on your notes .well disaster .....

proof ..the circuit and what it should have been

And this is in India is called a small modest gollu. :|