The wonderful college days again into the frames.......The classroom, as usual, everybody at the last rows were deep interested at their sleeping process while people at the front rows were struggling to keep their eyes open.....I was not a regular back bencher though, but being a Mechanical Engineering student even i enjoyed the freeking sitting at the back bench....But that day i chose to sit in the front row leaving my regular 3rd row seat....I have no words to say how interesting the classes were like....Dats the only reason why my friends were all busy engaged in their sleep.....I was not having the habit of sleeping in the class (Its a truth ;)).

The class was going boring as usual and being the last hour, i was in deep thoughts about the strategy to be followed for the evening football match.....Then all of a sudden i could feel something struck on my head...i could find that it was a paper ball shot fro the back bench....That was not a new thing...But the lecturer being in the class, i was in a damn bad position to fire back...Just imagine sitting in the front row and firing a paper ball back at the back benchers....What would be the consequenses...i could just feel the heat....So i gave up the very idea to fire back against them, literally kind of a surrender.....But again i was fired from back....Even though i tried to fireback at the great guy (my roommate) who had thrown the ball at me, it went in vain....He was well prepared for a duck from my throws....So that continued for a while....i mean 3 to four times after that he fired at me, and i tried to hit him but in vain.....

After that i was not in a mood to get hit by the throws....So i stood up and tried to throw a ball at my friend.....Oh my god that was a wrong time to throw a ball.....The lecturer was writing something on the screen while i had stood up...but suddenly hearing some voice he looked back and could find that me standing in the front row and my hands raised and aiming at my friend for a clean throw.....Just imagine what could have happened....But nothing serious happened....he just asked me to go out of the class.....For the first time in my Engineering college years i was shot out of class by a lecturer...But i had no hard feeelings for him....I was walking out of the classroom and then of a shock i saw my Papa coming up the stairs...I was standing just in front of him got shot out from my classroom.....I was speechless....Couldnt tell him what happenend....Couldnt had the words to explain him what was the real thing....By that time the lectur was over and my hero lecturer came out of the class...i thought i was going to get fired at that moment...but he came out and told my father...."your son had done a small mischief in the class room, I know he was not deleberately going for that. but still he was throwing a paper ball at his class mate in between the lecture." Hearing this i thought my papa might give a bang at me at that very moment....But for my surprise he laughed and asked my lecturer "Was that boy who he had thrown the ball hurt"......Oh my god....That was a huge relief....You know even the lecturer stood there with his mouth open.....So i told my lecturer "Sir excuse us, i'm taking my father to meet the Principal".....

That was the first and last time i was shot out of class by a lecturer, that i could remember......