Mishra Ji1 min 790 1 min 790
The college has always been the best part of my life. No worries to think of and especially no wife. It was back in 1999 just before Jennifer Lopez could perform on new years' eve. What a memorable day it was. We thought we reached college early that day. So I waited for Tripti by the cycle stand.
But, instead of Tripti, Mishra Ji, our accounts teacher landed up. As usual, he referred to me as the failure of the class. So I decided to leave some tar from the barrel near the road, on his scooter seat. By noon the tar had spread onto the hot black leather seat. And, after having scolded us Mishra Ji proudly sat upon his scooter.
Realizing something wrong he tried to get off but the tar wouldn't let that happen. Ultimately he jumped off tearing his pants. He did observe our revenge satisfied faces in the distance. Next day, we were proud of having taken our toll on Mishra Ji. But as we reached the canteen after college we found our pants stuck to the cycle seat. And the only thing that we saw that time was Mishra Ji's toothless grin.....