Casually strolling past our class, he glances at the timetable on the board, and upon realising that it’s his class, he changes direction to walk right in. Forgetting his textbook 80% of the times, he borrows one from us and proceeds to start off the mundane routine of solving exercises. Writing the question number on one corner of the board, he turns around to find one person drooling on his desk, one yawning and one happily resting his head on his hand, lost in his dream world. Visibly annoyed, he shouts out a few language-confused sentences which sound so hilarious that everyone comes back to class. Unaware of the effect his words have on the class, he continues to teach as everyone holds their stomach, rolling around laughing hysterically. The slightest buzz of his phone in the breast pocket of his shirt causes him to divert from the class instantly. And in that time when he checks his phone, the class gets time to figure out what he was trying to teach. Emphasising on certain essential numerical facts, he repeats the same thing again and again in a singsong manner, hoping to get the tune and lyrics stuck in our mind. He talks nonstop as he wipes chalk dust off his glasses which give him a grim look, but the moment he opens his mouth to speak, the effect of the glasses dies away. Walking around the class, observing each and every student’s methods, he points out common mistakes that people tend to make, confusing us furthermore and making us forget what was right. Testing each and every one of us in various ways, he makes sure that our confusion increases steadily. He fills the board with a bizarre combination of letters and numbers, leaving us all mystified. He seems to love that effect though, as he laughs his superior laugh out loud. “Think about it” he says as he leaves the class with the student’s textbook tightly clutched in his hand, heading in the wrong direction again, and then turning around upon realising where he actually had to go.