ONCE again ,theres no deviation in the proceedings.D.K is again at its best ,to lull the class.His
lullabies are casting a spell of drowsiness and boredom. I see the expressionless countenances of my branch mates,each eagerly waiting fr the hands of clock to strike the stipulated hours.On the frst bench are Aadi,Mehta,both with a pretence of sincerity on their faces ,making sure watever adversitiesthey might be faced with ,the superessential notes are made.
Although his head is in his hands,clearly outsmarted by D.K with his doomsayings,but Mehta stands unruffled,driven by the urge to stay at the top.
Muski as usual travels in his thoughts with an undying spirit to formulate a new FATTA.To make notes is not his curriculum.
Here sits another guy whos also inflicted with sincerity bug.While he picks his nose,he does teh tardy job of filling his notebook for others.Thats Ankur for u.
In front of me sits teh ever oblivious guy.To him its an enigma to be part of this world.No,hes not ignorant but a bit indifferent.Hes the king,BAADSHAH,.An asshole ,a euphemismto describe him,no guesses ,no prizesto identify him.
He sit sbeside me with a tag "CUT ,COPY, PASTE".Unknown to V.K's , A.K's and others teachings btu still is at the zenith of success.An ever ebullient ,calm and egoless person but quite lethal and unexpected when provoked ,for us he is Himanshu goyal frm Delhi.
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