"Where is your case-book?"
"It is on Ma'am X's table".The reply was muttered ever so timidly.Almost inaudible.
"Sorry!!."She cupped her right ear with her manicured hand, almost yelling. "God! I really wish I could slap her now." The girl thought and smiled at her own private joke.
Wrong move.
"What are you smirking at?" Red painted lips glistened and quivered with an oncoming storm of rage.
"You!! girl!!female!!(she spat the words here), have the temerity not to submit your case-book in time , and smile at my face!!"
Alarmed the girl took two steps back, eyes wide with fear.
She was positively roaring now, breathless with rage, leaning across the desk,pointing one long quivering,red painted fingernail towards her face.
Every fourth year student had to face this quagmire.There were two teachers for the same subject,and both were equally demanding, hard task-masters. This produced lot of awkward situations like the one mentioned above,but had a pleasant fall-out. Our batch produced the greatest number of distinctions in that particular subject, put as we were through twin grinds of endless tests and vivas, presentations and questionnaires, over and over again,by the two of them.
Matters were complicated by the fact that both couldn't see eye to eye. Both thought that she was superior to the other in her knowledge of the subject, both considered the other a first-class pretender and nincompoop.
No one asked our opinion. Privately, we all agreed; both were insufferable, blood- drinking vampires.
There were but several differences between them. One was a social butterfly, the other happily married (given her treatment of the girls, there were serious doubts as to the happy part).
The differences were glaring during parties. One loved to bat her mascara-ed eyelashes and pout luscious lips painted dangerously red: another, without much make-up or ado , stuck to her spouses' side, way taller than him, in her stilettos ,warily sipping her drink, keeping a lookout for batters -of -lashes and pouters-of-lips.
One was trying very hard to have a baby, the other trying very hard to get hitched.Their famous single mindedness coming to their aid, one ended up adopting a beautiful baby girl (after years of agonising fertility treatments), the other almost got hitched to a businessman(widower with two cute boys),who literally followed her around like a pup(who wouldn't);unceremoniously dumping him when the father raised the religion issue(devout christians versus brahmins).
Later,we would come to know that this wasn't the first troubled affair in her life.She was at the pinnacle of her career,she chose what she knew best. and that was how to 'sort out"erring students.
With alacrity,and no trace of heartache or remorse: she went back to her work and her rise there was phenomenal.
The other teacher went onto greener pastures abroad,where her husband continued to accompany her to stuffy parties, He became rotund,jovial and sported a beer belly. the wife turned thinner, sterner and continued to sip her wine with a hawkish air.
The daughter meanwhile blossomed into a pretty young thing herself. But that is another story altogether.
"It is on Ma'am X's table".The reply was muttered ever so timidly.Almost inaudible.
"Sorry!!."She cupped her right ear with her manicured hand, almost yelling. "God! I really wish I could slap her now." The girl thought and smiled at her own private joke.
Wrong move.
"What are you smirking at?" Red painted lips glistened and quivered with an oncoming storm of rage.
"You!! girl!!female!!(she spat the words here), have the temerity not to submit your case-book in time , and smile at my face!!"
Alarmed the girl took two steps back, eyes wide with fear.
She was positively roaring now, breathless with rage, leaning across the desk,pointing one long quivering,red painted fingernail towards her face.
Every fourth year student had to face this quagmire.There were two teachers for the same subject,and both were equally demanding, hard task-masters. This produced lot of awkward situations like the one mentioned above,but had a pleasant fall-out. Our batch produced the greatest number of distinctions in that particular subject, put as we were through twin grinds of endless tests and vivas, presentations and questionnaires, over and over again,by the two of them.
Matters were complicated by the fact that both couldn't see eye to eye. Both thought that she was superior to the other in her knowledge of the subject, both considered the other a first-class pretender and nincompoop.
No one asked our opinion. Privately, we all agreed; both were insufferable, blood- drinking vampires.
There were but several differences between them. One was a social butterfly, the other happily married (given her treatment of the girls, there were serious doubts as to the happy part).
The differences were glaring during parties. One loved to bat her mascara-ed eyelashes and pout luscious lips painted dangerously red: another, without much make-up or ado , stuck to her spouses' side, way taller than him, in her stilettos ,warily sipping her drink, keeping a lookout for batters -of -lashes and pouters-of-lips.
One was trying very hard to have a baby, the other trying very hard to get hitched.Their famous single mindedness coming to their aid, one ended up adopting a beautiful baby girl (after years of agonising fertility treatments), the other almost got hitched to a businessman(widower with two cute boys),who literally followed her around like a pup(who wouldn't);unceremoniously dumping him when the father raised the religion issue(devout christians versus brahmins).
Later,we would come to know that this wasn't the first troubled affair in her life.She was at the pinnacle of her career,she chose what she knew best. and that was how to 'sort out"erring students.
With alacrity,and no trace of heartache or remorse: she went back to her work and her rise there was phenomenal.
The other teacher went onto greener pastures abroad,where her husband continued to accompany her to stuffy parties, He became rotund,jovial and sported a beer belly. the wife turned thinner, sterner and continued to sip her wine with a hawkish air.
The daughter meanwhile blossomed into a pretty young thing herself. But that is another story altogether.
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