Bunking classes..

I wonder why there are certain practices that continue to carry on from one generation to another..with greater zeal as time proceeds.. One of them is bunking classes..Right from my grandfather's times to my dad's and now mine.

It seems somehow that this habit of bunking classes is somehow incorporated into all college students(engineering in particular)..thus making even the best and the most regular students entering college become a prolific bunker.

But the case is different with me. I am used to bunking classes right from my 11th..(unfortunately I was in a so called elite school till 10th, which removed any hopes of bunking). We used to do it regularly during our JEE days. And it became a practice, a habit rather. It's always carried on from there, never reduced in any form whatsoever. I have this policy, a belief rather that it is an absolute waste of time to attend a class if the prof isn't good, and we don't gain any substantial amount from the class.. And if proxies are easy in any of these " no enthu classes", I am the first to bunk.

As I just learnt a couple of days back(obly the day before the philosophy quiz) that 'karmic forces' operate in nature, essentially the phrase ' As you sow, so shall you reap'. I realised this in many a situations. One of them is the following incident last year(some of my friends will know it..)

We had this chemistry course, CH102, the inorganic part of which seemed 'gibberish' to me. As the prof was never keen on attendence, and he used to take attendence on sheets, proxies were more than the number attending clases. Moreover, he never cared. Thus,(Alas rather!)I decided to stop going for any classes from the 2nd quiz onward(which roughly translates to the last month of classes). During our end sems, I enquired what the last bit of the portion was, coming to know it was photosynthesis,(in detail), which I naively assumed to be there in a book which I had. I never knew photosynthesis was ever a detailed process on it's own, that I assumed I could do it in the last minute.. So, the day before the end sems, I call up my friend from home, asking which pages to mug..

Time : 21:45

Me: hey..mechanic..Tell me the pages from huheey in photosynthesis..

Mechanic(My roomie) : Ey..b**** da. It's not there in huheey. Don't break your head.

Me: Oh..shit..That's the only book I have da..cmon..don't make me piss..

Mechanic : No da..It seriously isn't there. There are separate notes provided which has all the content required for it..

Me:(seeing the time..)oh..man o man.. ok..I'll forget it then.. I'll skip it..After all, there's not much going to come from that..

Mechanic: Hey..no da.. People here are saying the prof told that 20 marks are from photosynthesis..

Me:(psyched, speechless)Gawd..!

Mechanic : It's ok da..You can come here and mug. Nobody had mugged it still..

Me: Hmm..how the hell..? I still have a chapter to mug on umm..forget it..And my dad..is almost in bed..what do I do..? ok..I'll call you back..

Then, i hang up and go and find my dad and mom kinda already preparing to sleep. I didnt know what to do, kept walking to and fro. My mom, after all is my mom. She could sense the tension in me, getting used to it so many times during my PUC.. Little did she know that my tension was not because I had to study stuff, but that I had to go the insti to do it... I waste some time, then go back nad finish the mugging of the other parts..Time : 11:30..

My dad's in bed.. These are the times when you feel you are no better than a baby. You just feel like letting off a cry, but lo! being 19, crying is perhaps the last thing you want to do. So, i take the dare. I go and wake my dad up..

Me: Appa..

Dad: Ya..

Me: Can you drop me in the insti..I need to study stuff..

Dad: Now! 11:45.?!

Me: Ya..no one in the hostel has done it..I'll do it together with them..

Dad:okay..come..lets leave..

Both of us leave for the insti, giving the IN GATE security guys a shocker.. tell 'em that my dad's come to drop me, and somehow manage to go in.. my dad leaves me, gets back home..

I start mugging at 12:30, finish by 4:30, sleep..sleep..Till I hear some noises..Oh..it's time..7:30..! Hmm..half an hour to go.. Try to recollect as much as possible..go to the hall, give the exam..

Time: 11 AM..

All of us had only one phrase coming out of us

" F*** those assoles"
Reason: The only question on photosynthesis was a 2 marker, that too asking the net reaction of it..and 15 marks in cytochrome P-450, which all of us conveniently skipped thinking it's unimportant, besides, at 4:30 it is completely humane to skip a topic than to spend another hour on it..

Today is the second time it's happening..ID120..None of us have practically gone for classes..And the quiz is on saturday. And I find there are 350 powerpoint slides to mug..I have to start it immediately after this post...Oh..why not now..?

Umm..

Umm..

Basic elec..

Well, I just forgot to mention a point in the last post. That we had atrociously less space in the basic elec paper, that is best summarized by one of my friends..

"The average space for a question was just enough to put an average non erect c*** horizontally in it"

Quiz..

Had quizzes this week. And i seem to continue my talent of screwing up answers.. 4 out of the 5 answers in my basic elec paper are wrong..hmm..have one more to go..indian philosophy on tue..Basically have to put arbit cock..Lets see..