Samir Sir

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A typical Chemistry Class taken by Samir Sir:

Samir Sir : Define Atom.

Student A : Stands up and stares down--he/she doesn't know the answer.

Samir Sir : Ei to !! Madhyamik e koto peyechile? 95 % ??
Goes around the class asking the same question.

Student B : Smallest indivisible particle.

Samir Sir : Bosse Por ! Ei -- points at Student C sitting beside student B

Student C : The smallest indivisible particle of any matter which takes part in a chemical reaction.

Samir Sir: Bosse por ! Kissu Janish Na. Tao Madhyamik e 98%. Points at Student D raising hand.

Student D: Adjusts glasses and blurbs out : "An atom is the defining structure of an element which cannot be broken down by any chemical means and generally consisting of a central nucleus of protons and neutrons surrounded by electrons."

Samir Sir: With a rapturous voice - Hollo Na. He further goes on to explain - Atom is the smallest particle of matter - jetake bhanga jay na kono chemical reaction die- bujhecho? Ei to jamana poreche. Madhyamik e shob star, superstar - megastar (with rhythmic 3 clicks of his fingers) othocho atom ki hoye janena. Oi je chota. Shobai chota kore.

Goes to the board- takes out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and starts drawing an atom while taking quick glances at the small piece of paper.

Meanwhile everyone starts coughing and sneezing and coughing out again. Samir Sir looks back over his shoulder to find that everyone is busy drawing the same old atomic model with vigorous pen strokes. He turns his head back to the board and the whole class starts rubbing the soles of their shoes on the sandy classroom floor.

Samir Sir turns around and says - School e ei shob korte eshecho? Ei !!!!! points at Student E sitting just in front of Sir's nose. Bero - Bero. No water in classroom.

Student E: Very innocently - Sir, ektu jol khacchilam.

Samir Sir : Tui bero. Konno kotha hobe na. Amar class e keu jol khabe na. Almost pulls out Student E who strolls sadly along the aisle but comes back in just before the exit and occupies the seat beside his best friend on the last bench. Sir continues-- porikhar khataye does er bodole likhche d - o - s - e dose. Physics., chemistry to durer kotha - era bangla engrijee tao janena. Sob Chota - chota- chota- chota (accompanied by rhythmic finger-clicks)............

Turns back to the board and starts digging his shirt pocket for another piece of paper.

Student E: Sir apnar pocketeo to chota. (Very seriously)

Samir Sir: Ei bero-- bero-- just then his phone rings. He picks up his phone and starts speaking.

A refrain slowly rouses from the students " Ki demand; ki demand".

Sir, almost throws his phone- manages at the last moment only to throw away the duster and walks out of the room.

Just 15 minutes have passed in the 40 minutes class.