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Dear Indian teacher,
Namaste. God morning. Of course it's not good. Haven't you told me that for the last 12 years now?
Well , I've never understood the concept of good or bad. You tell me there's no good or bad. Fine, I won't debate on that. Who am I after all? 'Juust' your student.
And when I take my place on the last bench, and gently put my head on my 'daeks' , you scream and shout at me. You ask me a question, to which I obviously don't know the answer. You make me write 'yelot' of lines. "This is for the best of you", you say. The best of me died listening to that. You say it's the 'lost' question, and then you say it 's the one on Pg 156, third paragraph, second line. I'm sure you meant last, but never mind. And then I look outside the window, see the monkeys jumping.
You scream yet again,"Why're you looking at the monekys outside when I'm inside?" Why didn't I think of that? And then I look at you, your beautiful hair, dripping with coconut oil. Dear me, the smell, wafting through the length of the entire class , infuriates my nostrils.
But who bothers? We're here to learn the noble subject of 'phygics', to be your pupils. So you become the physics teacher, jumping at anything to form a question.
"Ye monghey is traevlling at ye speed oof thirthy six kilometrey per hour. How much time will eet take to reach ye tree 100m apart from the monghey."
Even a monkey won't comprehend that. But we shouldn't think about that, since you've obviously taken our english period to teach us physics.
I'm thinking of proposing your name for the Nobel Prize this year, look at your achievements -
* you could find out the position of an electron with it's known velocity.
* you have discovered new elements like 'neytrojen' and 'yuurandium'
* you have invented a better sleeping pill than the rest , your voice.
But then, you become my PE teacher. Walking while adjusting your jeans.
"There is no wind in phootball?"
No sir, there's a bit of air though. You look for a basketball and you throw it away. You don't believe in basketball. In any sport infact, except cricket.
"Khaylo toh Sachin jaise khelo"
Sure.
And so many teachers follow.
"Let me illustrate what i've on my mind", one said. And then she erased the board.
So I had to laugh. "What is so phunny for yew to loff?"
What is there after all?
Nothing much, just you. Only you.
I mean no offence ma'am. I still remain your student, for their's nothing that I can do.
Hoping to not be yours,
Indian student.
Namaste. God morning. Of course it's not good. Haven't you told me that for the last 12 years now?
Well , I've never understood the concept of good or bad. You tell me there's no good or bad. Fine, I won't debate on that. Who am I after all? 'Juust' your student.
And when I take my place on the last bench, and gently put my head on my 'daeks' , you scream and shout at me. You ask me a question, to which I obviously don't know the answer. You make me write 'yelot' of lines. "This is for the best of you", you say. The best of me died listening to that. You say it's the 'lost' question, and then you say it 's the one on Pg 156, third paragraph, second line. I'm sure you meant last, but never mind. And then I look outside the window, see the monkeys jumping.
You scream yet again,"Why're you looking at the monekys outside when I'm inside?" Why didn't I think of that? And then I look at you, your beautiful hair, dripping with coconut oil. Dear me, the smell, wafting through the length of the entire class , infuriates my nostrils.
But who bothers? We're here to learn the noble subject of 'phygics', to be your pupils. So you become the physics teacher, jumping at anything to form a question.
"Ye monghey is traevlling at ye speed oof thirthy six kilometrey per hour. How much time will eet take to reach ye tree 100m apart from the monghey."
Even a monkey won't comprehend that. But we shouldn't think about that, since you've obviously taken our english period to teach us physics.
I'm thinking of proposing your name for the Nobel Prize this year, look at your achievements -
* you could find out the position of an electron with it's known velocity.
* you have discovered new elements like 'neytrojen' and 'yuurandium'
* you have invented a better sleeping pill than the rest , your voice.
But then, you become my PE teacher. Walking while adjusting your jeans.
"There is no wind in phootball?"
No sir, there's a bit of air though. You look for a basketball and you throw it away. You don't believe in basketball. In any sport infact, except cricket.
"Khaylo toh Sachin jaise khelo"
Sure.
And so many teachers follow.
"Let me illustrate what i've on my mind", one said. And then she erased the board.
So I had to laugh. "What is so phunny for yew to loff?"
What is there after all?
Nothing much, just you. Only you.
I mean no offence ma'am. I still remain your student, for their's nothing that I can do.
Hoping to not be yours,
Indian student.