Trying To Wash It Off ...

Sleep…this word has been haunting me since long, I don’t remember the exact time though. When did I first discover that I am getting fond of dozing off as soon I make myself comfortable in a place?

Maybe it was after the first time my professor (the then HOD Chemistry) asked me to leave the class to wash my face. I blame him not. He must have tried hard ignoring me, but I was so brazenly or rather audaciously busy dozing on the second seat that he had to take the privilege of being the first ever prof’ to hurl me out of the class ; there have been three more who followed the lead. Like an obedient student I got up and went out, no arguments on my side as I was caught red handed. Moreover  the prospect of going out for a stroll in early hours of morning is always welcome and the pleasure simply triples when its during class hours. 

After surreptitiously wasting sufficient time outside, I entered the lecture hall with a mortified look(its essential), only to be welcomed by 40 odd simpering faces (others were either dozing or were absent). Some belonging to our revered ghissus with a ‘u deserve it’ look, some to the morons happy over a girl been punished (really?) and rest to the ones thinking ‘u lack the skill dude ( as they would prefer calling me or any IITian girl)’. 

There’s always a first time, I had it then.

First time not of sleeping during lectures but of being shoved out of the class.

At first I wondered why am I doing this? I have always been an attentive student, but now inspite of my persistent efforts of staying awake, I end up stirring out of my nap in response to nudging on my side. Reason was crystal clear only I was reluctant to see it.

The monotonous, blunt, single pitched tone used to deliver lectures serves as the best ever lullaby.

I don’t like playing blame games but there are times you have to admit that the fault is not all yours. 

I had to wait for long when I again got the opportunity to wash my face (in between the lecture off course ).This time it was prof. G.S.Singh (physics). He said and I quote :

“ class mein ek student hai jo kafi samay se so raha hai. Mai chahunga ki vo khud ba khud class se bahar jakar muhn dho aye. I don’t want to take any names.” 

Well somehow I knew it was me, still I tried to pretend as if sleep is something I am not acquainted to. But for a moment we had an eye contact and I knew that he knows! Sheepishly, I got up from my place and headed towards the door….

P.S. : The other two incidents did ensue with more or less similar state of affairs.