Tanubhrt.This.Side

The height of boredom has been reached and I just wish that I could make everyone forget that I ever was here and could just cut myself of the scene. Should I try?  OK well, let’s see. I am going right now, making a last attempt to understand the stuff. But if this time I don’t get a thing, I will stop and start writing. So, this is what he is teaching, “Reference variable has some address.”Please. Spare me this trauma. I am not doing this anymore. I will do this but not as of now. Ok, now well this is what is going on in the class.

A  middle-aged man, at least this is what he appears like, ok no! He can’t be middle aged. He is like 24 or maybe 26. Looks like a gorilla or maybe a chimpanzee. I won’t comment on the color! Not because I have got some ethics or something but yes kind of black. Looks a little bit tired. Seems to be hardworking to me. Wearing non-branded clothes, so probably middle class. In front of him are 40 students who are like blindly typing. God knows for what reasons.

The temperature in the room is heating now and the only thing we can hear is the ticks of the keyboard and the few noises that the teacher is making. And I, I am sitting next to a friend of mine in the first seat. The friend is bored as well but still manages to focus on what he is teaching. Or maybe is able to pretend well.

The irony of this class is the ones who know nothing are sitting in the first bench doing nothing and the ones who know everything are at the last, trying to outcast the teacher and do more than what teacher is teaching.

The girl sitting to the left of me seems to me in a state of shock. As if someone was killed and there afterlife is being shown on the computer. And her task is to write down whatever is going on. Fear is exactly what I see in her eyes.

To the extreme right is a boy, who seems to be the only one attentively listening to the teacher. The one who out of all idiots in the first row is like a computer engineer. For him, it seems like Hollywood porn is going on! Damn it! How can he be so much interested in this “ garbage collection” topic!!

The teacher now proclaims there is no concept of destructor in java. He says there is finalize. And I say!! So what!!

Trust me this is called the zenith of boredom. You know if you ever want to see dead man/women sitting come to this class. The entire thing looks like a grave. The fans are still as if we are in a vacuum.

Sometimes, I wonder what if!! What if the building, the desk, the floor start speaking. I mean what a different tale they would have to tell. After all, they know everything. We hide from the world and let the walls see everything. I wish someday the walls spoke and tell the untold stories.

And now finally the lecture is over. What a relief!!!