The presentations were in full flow during the class hours. Rahul was as cool as a cucumber. Just like a cricket batsman knows that the best place to hit a ball is behind the bowler's head, he knew that giving a strong presentation in front of a large audience was his forte. Seated in the first row, Rahul was busy playing book cricket with his friend when one of his class mates was giving a boring lecture on "Microwave Radiation and its harmful effects". After successfully defending the cup and emerging victorious over his friend, a sharp noise made him to give an askance glance in the direction of the sound. Rahul's heart did a double jump. He saw his lovely Swetha smiling and nodding her head on the mundane topic. The microwave topic got over. Dr. Veeru summoned Sriram up to the stage for the next presentation. Rahul saw Swetha's eyes lit up brightly when Sri was walking rather clumsily and nervously, looking like an idiot, to the stage. His anger was mounting up and ready to erupt like a volcano. Keeping his cool under control, he wondered what Swetha saw in this floundering bullshit. Sriram began his presentation and all Rahul could hear was a drill boring a solid hole into his head and breaking his skull. He looked sideways and saw Swetha giving her most beautiful attractive reaction to Sriram. "Bastard" was the only thing which escaped from his mouth. His friend, Harsha , heard him swearing the expletive at Sriram. Immediately, Harsha kept his hand on Rahul's left shoulder and whispered "Don't do anything rash. It's your turn next". There were plenty of murmuring in the class. Dr.Veeru suddenly stood up and started to bellow in rage asking the class to be quiet and pay attention to the topic presented by Sriram. "My dear boys and girls. Take notes on the topics that are presented in the class. Who knows. Your question paper might have some 16 marks question on these topics" , thus smartly warned Dr. Veeru. Instantly, everyone were busy hustling their bags in search of note book and pen for taking the notes. Looking pleased with himself, Dr. Veeru said only 3 minutes were left for Sri to wrap up his topic. "And I have to bear this bloody ass for another 180 seconds" mumbled Rahul loud enough for Harsha to hear him say it. Harsha broke into fits of silent laughter. He was laughing so that that he went under the bench on the pretext of finding his pen and laughed even harder. It was perfect timing for Harsha to come back from underneath his desk and occupying the seat and Sriram to walk towards his seat. Rahul saw Swetha giving him a big thumbs up when he looked at her. Harsha saw Rahul giving him a cold and murderous look. Without any delay, he clasped Rahul's right hand and repeated again "Don't do anything rash. It's your turn next". Nodding his head, Rahul went to the stage as soon as his name was called upon by the rimless oval spectacled Dr. Veeru. Rahul began to write the topic "Dreams" with the chalk on the blackboard.The moment his back was turned to the board, Rahul could hear muttering behind his back and was able to clearly identify Sri's voice even in that disturbance. He knew that the volcano was not only going to erupt but reduce it to ashes. Before Dr. Veeru could even utter another word on the commotion, Rahul turned swiftly and fluidly like a Karate Master and hurled the chalk right at Sriram. He could see the bewildered and angry expression on Swetha's face. The class fell into a hushed state of pin drop silence.
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