Lunch break was over and we were
back to classes to attend the Physics class. Tilak Raj sir, our Physics
teacher, entered the classroom like Hitler closing the door behind him. We
stood up to greet him.
“Sit down students”, he said and
picked up the chalk without wasting a minute. I was seated on last bench in
last row. After having heavy lunch followed by a Kho-Kho match with mates, I
was feeling drowsy. After every single minute my head almost fell down with a
jerk, while I was struggling hard to concentrate on what sir was explaining.
“You...yes you, Stand up”, the words
in hoarse voice hit me like a bullet. Next second, I was standing on my seat. “What
do you understand by a Parabolic Path?”, he asked. “Sir….Sir…Parabolic…”, I
murmured while I was trying to comprehend the word and regain my senses at the
same time.
Damn! I didn't remember my name
and even “P” of the parabolic path. It was silence in the room as whole class
stared at me like next chicken in the line to be slaughtered. “What the hell
are you guys doing in 11th standard when you don’t know simple
definitions of Physics?”, he shouted in wrath at the class and started to
explain the term.
He picked up a small piece of
chalk and threw it towards the door. “The path this chalk has covered to hit
the floor is what we call a parabolic path”, he explained while I was standing
and asking myself if physics was really my favorite subject.
I wanted to tell him that I knew
the term but just could not tell it out of shock. Helpless, I sat down and now, pretended
to be the most attentive student in the class to regain my lost respect in his
eyes.
