#29 Romeooo

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After that encounter and discussion on Family and Strength, we were not having good terms. Even in dinner he was talking good with all my team members, but was not even responding to my points. There I understood he is badly irritated with me.


Next day the first session started, he started to talk about some general details about the topics we chose. Suddenly he pointed me and asked a question which seemed as a little tough. Though I felt nervous for a second, I managed to ask him few minutes' permission.

With a foul smile, he said "Take the whole hour; you will not be able to answer these type of questions."

"Excuse me sir, I am not sure what you are trying to say", I spelled out controlling my anger.

"Coming from Tamilnadu where only mugging up gold medalist was found, I can't expect you to tell answer for the question taken from a IIT model question." His words made some of the north Indian students to give out a mocking laugh.

"Sir, This is not the way...." Before I could conclude the sentence, he ordered me to sit down.

These stupid tears started to brim in my eyes. Yamini, tapped on my shoulders and gave me some water. I got relaxed, started to observe the class and also the question he gave started to run in my mind. Few minutes my mind gave the answer. After all I am the expert in making chemical calculation.

Class got winded up, He said Thank you and started to move out. I stopped him saying "Excuse me sir". He again with a foul smile said, "I have more important works and don't have time for blabbering of you".

I am not busy like you sir, also not such a person who leaves something incomplete. Answer for the question you asked, I showed him the paper I solved. He just moved in-front and grabbed the paper and gave a careless look, "may be some one here helped you".

I smiled and went to board. May be he don't know who I am. I divided the board into three and started to draw the chemical structures and some other usual ways I know to solve the answers and finished in few minutes. Keeping the chalk piece in the table back and giving the smirk I said "If you want, I can also solve this problem using two to three ways giving same answer".

Whole class stood up and clapped their hands. It was a big shock for him. He threw the paper down and went away. In few minutes I became the hero. But I was not expecting a big tough days ahead.

In Lunch he was not there with us. We were talking in general, slowly topic moved towards Varun sir. I stopped talking and started observing the discussion. During the next 15 to 20 minutes, I did really not believe what I was hearing, but my inner self told it as truth.

May be he was a rude professor, how he can also be a rude Father and Father-in-law. Remaining half a day we were left to prepare the observation papers on the given topic.

We finished the works little early; I stepped out with Jordan towards library as we decided to check some books regarding the topic we chose. I was enjoying the side view where different types of plants were grown.

I raised my eyes as Jordan, pulled my hands back. Seeing the site, I myself moved back more. Varun sir was standing there alone, having cigarette in his fingers...

We without making noise, moved from there towards Library. I kept on wondering for the whole day about him. Coming to my room after refreshing I called HIM, and even before Hello, I was showered with lot of kisses.....After a good talk and promises to continue the talk after dinner, I moved to dinner with Yamini. I was talking with her regarding the works that needed to be done as soon as the day starts tomorrow. We found our team boys and went near to them, ufff my shawls end got struck with some screw in the dinning table. I started to work on that, It was a woolen shawl so cutting the woolen string was little tough job. Suddenly someone dashed on me and next minute I felt something hot pour on my left arm, making me cry in pain.

Even before I realize who did this to me, I heard a loud voice shouting at me.

"Don't you even have little respect over elders, Standing like a flesh mountain in the way...

Such a stupid student from so called Tamilnadu, I know they don't teach good chemistry there at least won't they even teach some manners"

Already the hot sambar was burning my skin, his words burnt me more.

Before I defend, he threw the remaining food and sambar on me, drenching my whole dress in front.

I stumbled and went little back and Jordan stood before supporting me to stand, Varun sir moved passing me harshly murmuring some scolding, I smelled something weird on him. As I tried to call him, another professor came near to me and said "Sorry, he is little drunk. Through you he remembered his past after 8 long years. Just forgive him Miss. "they way he spoke, I felt there is a point to be considered. But before I respond Mishara jumped in saying, "May be she can forgive sir, but the people who is standing around us won't". He nodded in agreeing Mishara's point and went away.

I realized the surrounding in next second and cleared the place as soon as I can. Without giving heed to the people who are giving different look to me, I moved to my room.

His hot sambar left my skin burnt and also his words left some hurt to me.....

What was the wrong I did; Coming from Tamilnadu for this prestigious place can't be a mistake from my side.

My chain of thoughts was broken by my mom's call; she spoke for few minutes asking about my day's happening. Hiding the Varun sir's part, I told her everything. Then dad, brother spoke. Yamini got me some food in middle. After I bid them bye with some miss you, I started to eat.

My phone started to ring, with that special ringtone I understood it's my dear romeoooooo.....

Yazhini Sundaram

Varun sir, not fair right...
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