Dear Coaching classes,
Thank you for making weekends the most dreaded days of the week,
Thank you for reminding me everyday how dim witted I can be.
Thank you for teaching me how to stay awake even when the professor begins with his lullaby; oops, I mean lectures.
I feel clean and fresh every time I set into your altar, not fresh as a flower but as fresh and new as a blank sheet of paper that has been drawn out of a printer. Through the class I continue to remain in that slate of blankness (Thanks to Newton and Inertia, which makes it so hard to snap out of my present state) and by the end of the class I feel i've survived an hour long dose of the Indian daily soaps.
As your professors dictate me laws and theorems, my eyelids slowly begin to tumble down and I clench my jaws to suppress the yawn of boredom that awaits its escape from this dreariness. And as I try to emerge as a victor in this biological battle between the body and mind, I realise I've missed out on the crux of the chapter; that one germ of a concept out of which, all those complex, nightmarish problems stem from.
My only companion through these moments of vain, is my darling watch. The watch that always tells me the truth. No matter how bitter it might be, I glance at my watch every 10th minute and sigh in disdain; but the watch whispers back that "This too shall pass" I hold on and occasionally look up but your blocks of physics always slide down my frictionless pages even before I can register what I hear.
Your professors drip with dialogues from 3 Idiots and have a *VIRUS* engraved in each one of them. They voice, or rather petrify us with their constant threats that even a day's backlog will end us being trampled by "All of India's frenzied IIT aspirants" and if that is supposed to motivate us by any chance, I swear you are mistaken; my friend.
I've overcome the sadness and boredom is one last thing I must conquer before I attain the ultimate peaks of resistance and maybe then, resonance. As much as I loathe ruining my Fridays confined in your depressing four walls, I know that the end should be worth it. I still enjoy the half an hour breaks between your horrible three hours of gobbledegook and I shall continue making visits to you; until well, we reach the tipping point.
Yours unaffectionately
Not another IIT aspirant.
Thank you for making weekends the most dreaded days of the week,
Thank you for reminding me everyday how dim witted I can be.
Thank you for teaching me how to stay awake even when the professor begins with his lullaby; oops, I mean lectures.
I feel clean and fresh every time I set into your altar, not fresh as a flower but as fresh and new as a blank sheet of paper that has been drawn out of a printer. Through the class I continue to remain in that slate of blankness (Thanks to Newton and Inertia, which makes it so hard to snap out of my present state) and by the end of the class I feel i've survived an hour long dose of the Indian daily soaps.
As your professors dictate me laws and theorems, my eyelids slowly begin to tumble down and I clench my jaws to suppress the yawn of boredom that awaits its escape from this dreariness. And as I try to emerge as a victor in this biological battle between the body and mind, I realise I've missed out on the crux of the chapter; that one germ of a concept out of which, all those complex, nightmarish problems stem from.
My only companion through these moments of vain, is my darling watch. The watch that always tells me the truth. No matter how bitter it might be, I glance at my watch every 10th minute and sigh in disdain; but the watch whispers back that "This too shall pass" I hold on and occasionally look up but your blocks of physics always slide down my frictionless pages even before I can register what I hear.
Your professors drip with dialogues from 3 Idiots and have a *VIRUS* engraved in each one of them. They voice, or rather petrify us with their constant threats that even a day's backlog will end us being trampled by "All of India's frenzied IIT aspirants" and if that is supposed to motivate us by any chance, I swear you are mistaken; my friend.
I've overcome the sadness and boredom is one last thing I must conquer before I attain the ultimate peaks of resistance and maybe then, resonance. As much as I loathe ruining my Fridays confined in your depressing four walls, I know that the end should be worth it. I still enjoy the half an hour breaks between your horrible three hours of gobbledegook and I shall continue making visits to you; until well, we reach the tipping point.
Yours unaffectionately
Not another IIT aspirant.
