World full of weird people – Part I

I think everyone would agree to this statement. This big bad world is also a wide weird world (www??!!). It is inhabited by loony beings. I have come across a lot of them. I try to remember some of them.

A lecturer with a prominent paunch had this problem with the blackboard. When he writes at the top of the board, his paunch would wipe off whatever he had written at the bottom. He would then search for what he had written sometime ago without knowing that his paunch had wiped it off. At the end of the sessions, he used to leave the classroom with his belly covered by chalk dust.

Another lecturer never looked at us. She stared at the corners of the classroom while lecturing. We always had this doubt that she taught the corners and pillars of the classroom about the Principles of Programming Languages and not us.

Another one was called the Rain. He spat while talking. We considered the front row as a cyclonic area and we were scared to sit there. We even thought of bringing our caps and umbrellas to his sessions. One of our classmates even suggested that we should demand financial help from the Principal and should buy either raincoats or Knight’s Armors, based on the amount of finance we receive.

The drawing master at my school took our fancy pencils, erasers, paintbrushes, etc and never returned them. We hid our precious things from him.

A master used to scratch all over himself. Watching him performing the scratching act was more interesting than his lessons. We used to bet among ourselves about which part of the body he would scratch next.

Another master never wore his wig at home. Quite a few of our guys, who went to his home, had asked the master himself where he was. They got the shock of their lives when he informed them that he was the one whom they were looking for.

One of our seniors at college was a hefty giant. He stayed at hostel. The hostel had a common telephone. The first lesson that a fresh hosteller was taught was - When the telephone rings, the guy nearest to the telephone should attend the call, ask the caller whom he/she wants and then shout the name for the whole hostel to hear. Whenever the senior’s name was called, he used to run to the telephone, making the whole hostel to vibrate. Once Pondicherry felt mild tremors of a quake. The whole Pondicherry ran out of the buildings to open spaces. But, the hostellers ignored it thinking that the senior had got a call.

A hosteller used to get calls from his girlfriend. They talked for hours together blocking the calls to the other hostellers. The rest of the hostel cursed him with all the sufferings known to mankind. Now the lovers are happily married – to different spouses.

A hosteller friend never slept in his room when he was drunk. He slept in others’ rooms when he was drunk and he used to puke in his drunken sleep. The others found a solution for this problem. When they found him sleeping in their room, they dragged him to the bathroom in his sleep and left him there. Soon he stopped boozing.