Ghajini

Dont react,this isnt a review/preview/article about the movie Ghajini,i dont have time to watch em stupid hindi flicks,exceptions are always there.
This blog post is about one of the many teachers we have at Globsyn,you know my new B school[ooooooo aaaaaah],now Ghajini ,our Stats prof,has short hair like Aamir khan in the movie Ghajini,speaks in an accent with is both british as well as american and is short like Aamir Khan,not only that but he instills fear in us,he probably is the only person we students are scared off and the only teacher who actually gets respect because of the greatest emotion in the world,not love you fucktard hippies,but fear.

The first class we had with the Prof,he came in,told us to sit in groups and that we had to make a 10 minute presentation on a topic that he would give,since it was our 2nd week in college and we barely knew one another,as usual with us indians,panic and pandemonium got us,everyone is freaking losing their hair,sweating etc,while the guy is seated behind with another teacher,just enjoying the carnage that is set infront of him,sadist.

Not only that he was marking us for the term already in our first class and was cutting marks off if anyone from the group was talking,or when someone had a laptop on while a group was giving the presentation,he confiscated it,thats not the worst bit,he holds the laptop by the screen and chucks em one on top of the other.
Oh and he was also making snide remarks at the groups making presentations

"Look look,that guy is acting like he is an Emcee ,hahahahahahaha"
Sick.

Another day ,during some other sir's class he pops in and tells us to make a 30 minute presentation on Mean,Median,Mode,30 minutes?
damn we havent made a presentation for like 5 minutes,nevertheless he did ask one chick to give the presentation,that said chick was sitting behind me,when he pointed her out,i got goosebumps thinking he picked me up,but that wasnt a relief of any sorts as we shall see.

2 weeks ago the same guy came in and asked us to make a presentation on regression analysis and the like,so again off all of us got tense,the first thing i did when i got home was open my Stats for Managers book and open the regression chapter.

Fucking hell i couldnt understand one bit,barring the basic regression equation,i didnt even make a presentation for it,rather was calling me pals up if they understood what the hell the rest of the chapter is about,after all Ghajini asked us to make a 15 minute presentation for it,somehow i wrote some stuff in a book ,i took some pills as i wasnt well and went off to bed at midnite.

Next morning doom and gloom is the word i would use,now i should have learnt that it always rains when i dont want it to,similarly this one day i did not carry an umbrella with me and i was standing in a queue for the bus,not only was the fucking bus late by 20 minutes,i got completely drenched,plus i already had a temperature and a cold,perfect way to start the day,and its only 8 AM

The bus ride is an hour long and i got pelvic thrusts from wet men,fuck it,my shirt wasnt drying any soon,i my hair was a complete wet mess,rather than being a complete mess that it usually is,i reach college,sit down for a few minutes and anxiously chat with me pals about the chapter.

Barely did i sit down ,the Ghajini walks in as it was 9:45,schedule class time,i sit,am nervous,am wet,am cold,AC is on,and Ghajini says
"I hope you all have come prepared with your presentations,be it a PPT or you can use the board.....Any volunteers?"

No one raises their hand for this bit,its like asking someone to confess for murder ,so he goes

"Fine ,i will pick someone,YOU"
Fuck it,its me,i look behind me hoping he picked someone else,but damn it its me.

I get up as a nervous wreck but by the grace of God i Jeet ke Aagaye in the presentation bit,Ghajini himself said
"A brilliant job,i think he deserves a round of applause",of course in between the presentation i had to answer some questions and as usual a certain Bhati had some questions rather experiences and "something more to add",but leaving that aside it was a pretty nerve racking experience.

Now that i have survived the Ghajini,my fear of presentations are over and for some stupid reason everyone believes i am the best student for stats or as the college calls the subject "Quantitative Methods",i dont care about all that.

All i care about is that i Jeet Ke Aagaye!