The Thermodynamics Tutor

For two months I have noticed,
That your marks have not gone unnoticed!
In nice way you have shown your peers,
Easy methods to make arrears.

Staying isolated from classes,
And bunking with friends in masses,
It is never a wonder to know,
That your COP is so low!

Interchanging nozzles with diffuser,
Tell me, is there a better confuser?
All your marks remain quasi-static
So, your case is indeed problematic!

Ah! Damned that God may be,
Who maketh a creature like thee,
With body as large as a tree,
And brains smaller than a pea!

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The student replies slowly:

Go on Sir, I will wait;
I can see you are in a super heated state
But by releasing all your stored energy,
You cannot establish your prophecy!

For, it may be true
My mind is not saturated with information,
And is in volatile condition,
But then,
At least its quality is high!

It is also true,
That at the end of the day,
The first year is the critical point,
But again, there is no way,
My CGPA is less than the triple point!

Sir, I believe in an open system.
I believe in equilibrium.

Every person is good in few things,
And bad with rest,
Which to me sounds fair and just!

And if you expect us to be good in everything,
You are deceived,
For ideality can’t be achieved!

Then why all this
Absolute pressure to gauge a student-
When you know it is not very prudent?

Ah! Damned that God must be,
Who createth a teacher like thee,
With brains as large as it can be,
And cant understand a genius like me!!

...Guess whatever happened next!!!

Of bread, butter and jam..

Handling myself in unfavourable environments has never been my forte.this incident is one classic story all my seniors would like to tell..and also the sole reason as to why i am called what i am called today..

Joining a new college is never an easy business. my methodical parents wanted me to get as much info about the coll from the seniors as i can and i too didnt fail in my duties. But the real show started only when i decided to meet my seniors up in the train.

DATE: 7/8/05 VENUE : yeshwantpur-vasco express

Our protaganist (me) had decided to meet up his seniors.searching through the coaches i finally located them and greeted with an emphatic- " hi da !! "
- the greatest mistake a fresher can ever hope to do..

things went downhill from there as you would expect..

They started to ask me about my entrance scores(there i think i was able to regain some favour back..i used to study better those days) . slowly, the subject of my dropping a seat in NIT n joining BITS came up. I started talking about my academic reasons and justifications.when i could see they were not satisfied,i went further & said " also,the food over there is not good like goa..." . this seemed to have brought a sudden insurgence into them. they simply asked "what kind of food do you get over ther? ".
" just 2 slices of bread for breakfast"
- atleast that was what i wish i had said...but like all fools being fools & me being me,that was not to be... i said:
"oh, dont ask.. they barely give 2 bread slices.and u know why? they say its universal food..hehehe..cant believe...thank god its not like that in goa..they give sweets everyday" ...blah blah. Anybody who has endured mess food here would say how sweet eating in mess is. somehow, the ape in me got the better of my judgement that day to make a public fool of myself.
'universal food' ,really....

The rest is history...

ppl now call me bread,bred,bredu n what not..food s been my identity for some time now.(in school it was Biscoth Bharath).not that i mind.when others ask me why i m called so,i have a handy story related to murphy's law-the one with the buttered side of bread falling down.i keep telling them how i tried to explain once about murphy's law to my friends & how i wrongly got nicked as Bread.

And they sympathise with me...

Why my blog is called fauxpaus..

if u referred to a dictionary,it'll probably say that a faux paus is a kind of social embarrassment, a mistake that really embaresses u..(by the way,do refer to it..i'm not sure if i hav!!). But i define it in another way. faux paus is my way of living- it is like 'living the bharath way..' and this 18yrs of my existence has been nothing but a series of faux paus. what i hope to do in the following blogs is to show this facet of my nature and also write my amaeturish opinions on some professional issues...

so then,up untill nxt blog-
RB

About me..

I'm as good as my words... my words are good for nothing.