tag#1

I am thinking about: the end terms, just 3 days away

I said: i am not hungry

I want to: manage my time better

I wish: i found what i want in life

I regret: not trying a lot of things i could have

I hear: "juda hoke bhi, tu mujhme kahi baaki hai"

I am: not really what you think

I dance: all the time, you can say

I sing : and i am awesome, just ask my neighbors

I cry: mostly when watching movies

I am not: really what you think

I write: to amuse myself

I confuse: others by trying to hide something when they can't find their phone, pen, etc.
[as if i have actually taken that]

I need: someone, but who?

Funny professors

I don't know whether this blog is a place where I should post this but I don't have any where else to go. I have a lot of fading memories about my teachers in school and even college which cross my mind every now and then. Will just try to pen(kbd) them down for public use.

One history teacher in my school used to take a long time in checking the answer scripts. If you know about the West Bengal board syllabus I don't have to tell you about the number of pages the students are supposed to write there. A rough estimate will be 27-30 foolscap pages. Now Paritosh-da would read each and every word of those answers, something you might not expect from a history teacher, leave comments, underline points, strike out mistakes, etc. Ultimately a student would have more red ink on his paper than blue. One of my friends who was quite like me when it came to history (read miserable) probably thought he should take cues from the corrections in his answer sheet and improve. There was one comment scribbled illegibly which he failed to decipher. After giving it some thought and consulting with mates he decided to take up the matter with sir. He went to him and asked what he had written there. Paritosh-da took the script. Strained his eyes and said, "It says... bad handwriting" :D