The tale of SATHAPPAN

It was the second hour of the class. With all regular ceremonies Dr Kuppan entered the hall. everyone was ready with at least a paper and something that can write/mark/carve few legible symbols. Sathappan was lost elsewhere. He had lost his patience now. Every other second he gazed at the entrance to the hall. And in those seconds during which he failed to look at the entrance, he was either checking his hair style or was keenly observing the third hand of the clock.

"Sathappan, what problem yours? I see u see door of hall all the time. why no listen to my knowledge?" screamed Dr Kuppan in his highest possible octave level, a bit more would have surely punctured every guy's ball in the room. It was the first time, he noticed Dr Kuppan standing inside the hall. A Wheatish man of 5feet 7 inches, well built, who likes to wear three piece suits in the hot Indian summer. Though he proudly calls himself a doctor, he fumbles to frame a simple sentence in English. If at all one thinks he is really knowledgeable to own his doctorate, a definite no would be the answer. God alone knows how he ended up with that PhD and what that PhD really had. Craving for attention at all times, Kuppan was conferred the title loosu kuppan. So are his eccentric behaviours, his mush resembled a zebra crossing with alternate black and white stripes.

Kuppan is questioning!!!! As simple as that!!!! That is the conclusion sathappan was able to come up with, after contemplating for one long minute, as to where from - the noise had come a few seconds back. "sir, did u call me?" A wide eyed Kuppan came near sathappan. "U think i mental here? i shout and u ask call me? now tell me. I tolding all my exposure here and why did u no listen to my knowledge?"

The class ruptured in laughter. Sathappan wished he had the insight to get into his head and have a thorough look at his knowledge, if at all one existed. He was totally fathomed by what he was exposed to so far. He was sure, there was no way a porn movie could be played and by no means kuppan can be a porn star. "sir, u can never be a porn star and expose like hell", before sathappan could close his bloody mouth words came out dancing happily. A few nearby guys giggled.

"I know i am star. now told me why door looking? ". Sathappan was happy about the vast english knowledge that kuppan possessed. "i need to piss.....sorry sir, toilet", replied sathappan. With one angry look, "never toilet in my class", thundered kuppan. Sathappan was not sure whether its a YES or a NO. Toilet was a far better place in sathappan's book than the hall where Kuppan lectured. A place which relieved any men of all tensions, where even a high intense pressure was pacified with pleasure. while Sathappan sat, Kuppan went back to the board to continue exposing his knowledge.

But sathappan did not give up his search. he kept starring at the door. Far in the corridor a faint voilet color sparkled. Sathappan was not sure, whether he really saw something or is it his bloody mind thats playing. It appeared again....

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