Indian Tuition Class | Take 900 POV


Hello, dweebs! So Medhaa, Finished assignments uh? What do you think? (Pfft, what is that like 15 pages) Can I Borrow a pen? Thanks, da. Vikram, my mom was asking – did you pay the
fees? 1661 Sweden. What?
(What?) Quiet. You! Where were you yesterday? Sir my dog ate my homework, sir. What?! You don’t have a dog. Sir, my cat ate my homework, sir. You just said dog. Sir. My dog ate my cat, sir. Nonsense. Shut up! Where are your assignments? (27 pages of pure genius. HA! Thinks she can
pull a fast one on me.) Hello! Why are you late? Sir, my watch I’m on time, sir. I’ll talk to your mother! Sit Down! (Aaand here he is. Late as usual, Professor
Dumbledwarf.) Hey Medhaa, you wanna skip class and go for
chaat? Disgusting. Silence! Take this down all of you. (What does he see in her? I would rather date
a rabid dog! Hahaha.) Can i borrow a pen? Don’t you dare lose it. (I should’ve said that out loud. Damn!) EW! What’s this?! (A preposition, haha) “Tick yes if you like me?”, okay who wrote
this? (Who wrote THAT!? I would rather date a rabi-Oh
wait!) Don’t look at me I would rather date a rabid
dog! (YES! Burn!) What if it was me Medhaa? I know it wasn’t you because you don’t even
know how to write. (The last time I burnt someone like that it
was in IIT Madras when I accidentally farted on the bunsen burner) What? (Why can’t they keep quiet? SILENCETHEM) SHHH! (Lost my train of thought. Why do they stunt
my growth. Frikkin’ leeches holding me back.) Uh, Adk. Can I borrow a pen? (The pen is the literal symbol of my infinite
imagination, emotion and creativity) Don’t you dare lose it! I won’t, I swear. AAAAH! AY! This is a fish market or what? Where are
your notes? Sir, notebook only isn’t there what notes
you’ll find? Bloody rascal! You’re not even worth sitting
in my class. Take this down and give me the answer otherwise
I’ll throw you out! worthless idiot. (Pop quiz!? Is it a pop quiz? YES IT IS A
POP QUIZ! Must finish faster than Medhaa! Wait, what? How dare he try to copy. He better not have
read the answer. Well it is a little ineligible. Must write neater than Medhaa! AAAAH feel like a king! What the hell!?) (Just a teeeny tiny adjustment, aaand welcome to Geektopia – kingdom of dweebs. Adressing King Nerd Stark in 3…2…) Hello! Why are you late? Sir, my watch I’m on time, sir. I’ll talk to your mother. Sit down! (Good luck contacting her. Now for the real
reason I’m here.) Hey Medhaa, wanna skip class and go for chaat? Disgusting! (Attempt 32 – Unsuccesful I guess it would be harder having a girlfriend
– always having to hide it from your parents. It’s a good thing I don’t have a girlfriend.
Or parents.) Don’t you dare lose it. I won’t. (Always losing his pen. When will he lose
his virginity?) EW! What’s this?! (Your mom, haha!) “Tick yes if you like me”, okay who wrote
this? (An unsigned chit? amateur mistake) Don’t look at me I would rather date a rabid
dog. What if it was me, Medhaa? I know it wasnt you, because you don’t even
know how to write. (WELL, Medhaa, I’m sorry if for not having
a loving guardian growing up) So Vikram, passing chits to my girl ah? 1992, Molecule of the Year. What? Hey Kini! Pass me a piece of paper! (Frikkin’ Vikram. Thinks he’s all high and
mighty. I know he gave Medhaa that chit. MY Medhaa! It’s so unfair. He’s tall, dark, handsome,
smart, has parents. Makes me so angry… I just want to… CAUSE
A DISTRACTION) AY! This is a fish market or something?! Where
are your notes? Sir, notebook only isn’t there, what notes
you’ll find? (Aaah no greater pleasure than tormenting
the only father figure I’ll ever have) -take this down and give me the answer otherwise
I’ll throw you out, worthless idiot! (He wants answers, I’ll give him answers! ~There once was a boy named Lanka~
~Who lived alone in a house~ ~His dad ran away with a cat~
~and his mom found a new spouse~ ~He wished Vikram was his brother~
~the boys as tall as a tower~ Oh my god!) (Okay Nikhil, just another day, just calm
down!) Hello, Dweebs. So, Medhaa, finished all the assignments ah? what do you think? (What is that like 15 pages?!) Uh, Vikram. Can I borrow a pen? Thanks, da. (Omygod I wrote just two pages, okay calm
down, you can do it right now) 1661, Sweden. What?
(Whaat?) Quiet! You! Where were you yesterday?
(Hooooo) Sir, my dog ate my homework, sir.
(Hooooo) You, don’t have a dog
(Hooooo) Sir, my cat ate my homework, sir.
You just said dog. (Hooooomy god)
Sir, my dog ate my cat, sir. Nonsense! Shut up! Where are your assignments? (Hoooomygod that was scary. I think I shit
myself. It’s okay, no one’s gonna notice, right, it doesn’t smell) My watch I’m on time, sir. I’ll talk to your mother, sit down! (Sir is going to kill me when he sees that.
I wish I was as cool as the other guys) Hey, Medhaa, you wanna skip class and go for
chaat? Disgusting! Silence! Take this down all of you! (Okay, lets at least do the class work prope-
where’s the pen? Oh god! Vikram is going to kill me!) Uh… Medhaa, can I borrow a pen? Don’t you dare lose it! I won’t (You need to calm down! STOP shitting yourself!
Someone is going to notice) EW! What’s this!? (She smelt it!?) “Tick yes if you like me”, okay who wrote
this? (Thank god, it’s just a chit. Someone likes
Medhaa) Don’t look at me I would rather date a rabid
dog. (Must be Lanka then.) What if it was me, Medhaa? I know it wasn’t you- (Wasn’t Lanka either? Oh god, was it me?!
No obviously not it’s Vikram right? Cos I didn’t do it. Or…or did I? Oh my god, did you give her a chit? Nikhil
did you give her a chit!? Oh my god she’s going to tell the whole school that you like
her ohmygo-) Kini! Pass me a piece of paper! Shhh! (GOD FRIKKIN’ DAMMIT STOP SHITTING YOURSELF,
Nikhil. You have NO self control. Just write the damn notes. W-wait…. where’s
the pen? Medhaa’s going to kill me!) Uh… Adk, can I borrow a pen? Don’t you dare lose it! AY! This is a fish market or what? Where are
your notes? Sir, notebook only isn’t there what notes
you’ll find? Bloody rascal! You’re not even worth sitting
in my class. Take this down and give me the answer otherwise
I’ll throw you out- (Oh god I can’t get kicked out, Ma will kill
me! Okay look you can get the answer. d cosby
by dx is equal to…. Nope! Okay. Cosby! Right, like Bill Cosby. What a bad guy. So many sins- more like Sinby
haha So don’t ‘b’ Sinby… because its negative! OHMYGOD Write this down, quick! Wh-where’s the pen? Oh god… I wish I had SOME USE) (What is this? What does it all mean. The human mind is the epitome of consciousness.
We are simply vessels of infinite wisdom emotion and imagination. And this… this is the literal symbol of it all.) Can I borrow a pen? (But its time to move above material objects.) Vikram.. (Paper currency first issued in europe in..) 1661, Sweden. (In other words, the year humanity become
a slave to material objects.) Sir, my dog ate my homework, sir. (Ugh, why they must they squabble over something
so inconsequential. Scientists are splitting atoms and millions
are starving. The wright brothers didnt build a plane sitting
in class… Hmmm, how do i get out of here?
I’ll build a plane in class. Assignments?! the last time a bunch of sycophants wrote something mindlessly it was called the bible.) I’ll talk to your mother, sit down! (I feel… above it all… enlightened.
My mind is expanding quicker than the universe itself. So much knowledge, sooo muchhhh knowledgeeeee) *Ew I would rather date a rabid dog* (That was harsh. Humans forget empathy at
times. But I guess empathy is just another emotion
that can be discarded to reveal the spiritual core of the human mind.) EW! What’s this!? *A preposition| You mom| She smelt it?!* (AAGHHH what was that??? Can i hear their
thoughts? Let me try.) Don’t look at me I would rather date a rabid
dog. *YES! Burn!* (Incredible. I wonder if i can influence them
as well.) So, Vikram passing chi-
(Nitrous oxide.) 1992, Molecule of the Year. (In other words, NO i did not. Adk, SILENCE
THEM) Ssh! (Amazing. I can influence them. At last, I
have become impotent. Wait… omnipotent?… either way I am very potent. Nothing can stop me. I must get out of here.
where is the so called teacher. Lanka, CAUSE A DISTRACTION!) AHH! AY! This if a fish market or what, where are
your- (HAHAHAHA There he is. the false prophet.
Preaching his fruitless wisdom. It is time for mankind to open their minds.
To escape the shells of their bodies and ascend to nirvana. They will have to succumb…. or YIELD. Looks like the pen HAS SOME USE.) AYY! That’s it! I’m getting my scale! Look what you did! Look what you did! What do I do? Guys, calm down. He can’t really beat us. My life… my career.. it’s over… Guys! Let’s all get out of here. MMM-I can’t I’m paralyzed. He’s right. Medhaa, come away with me! I would rather kiss a donkey’s arse. Medhaa, chaat later! Where are they? They ran out, sir. Unbelievable! I’ll have a word with their
mothers. Yes, sir. By the way, Medhaa, you got my chit?

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