Quotes of the day From the boys

Sohaib Mehtab every now and then - " Am I the ooonly wwwunn?"
Kaas about Asim raising his hand - "Madam Asim ka khara wa hai"
Stud boys - "BAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEEAE"
Bart retard - " I will find your center of gravity... and I will squeeze it" ( Followed by muffled laughter ofcourse)
Thaila, don't know what prompted him but - " Mama "
Everyone every now and then - "Kal universal?"
H2Commerce in reference to an old student - "Madam he was a thief, actually no... he was a cowthief"
Everyone every now and then - " Madam field-trip "
Azar in math - " Sir sir sir... cycle wala is point pe aa ke kya karay ga? "
Limpy - " Well sair, get to your books "
In response everyone under their breaths- " Bhenchod "
Hamid taking responsibility - " Sir, we weren't thinking..................straight"
Prince in response - "What you weren't thinking? Get out of my college"
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However, the most CLASSIC incident took place in the General Science Econ class taught by Mutroo.

Our beloved friend and fanatic klepto Sheeda, unable to bunk this particular class due to some dirty politics played by the teacher ( Mutroo would complain to his parents if there was hanky panky ), would routinely fall asleep in the front row. The front row was never his place, he did not belong there but he had to oblige to Mutroo's 'humble' request and sit right under his nose, quite literally.

One fine day, and the only day that I ever remotely regretted moving from General Science to Commerce, Mutroo was giving his usual lecture on subject matters which did not concern Economics. I remember after my first class with Mutroo the only five terms written on my notebook were, " Economics, Oscar Wilde, Invisible hand, Cuba and Pearl Jam. Pearl Jam I wrote on my own after my attention span would've rather tended to Barbie Doll cartoons. And when I went through my notes for the first test... I suppose it's understandable as to why I didn't do well.

Anyways, one fine day Mutroo suddenly wakes Sheeda up, " Mian Ahmed Rashid!!!!!!!". Sheeda jolted up from his innocent slumber, his eyes alert, his innocence no more. Not knowing what fatal blow might come his way, his legs shaking. "Tum apni beewi ko apni anniversary pe kya do gae?" inquires the man infamous for disliking any form of well-cut, well-made hair. Sheeda caught completely off-guard, doesn't know what to say. Apparently Mutroo had wandered off into the realm of romance.
Sheeda was hoping that his silence and utterly blank face might prompt Mutroo to pass the question onto another. But that day was not to be today. "Socho socho, L se shuru hota hai!" hinted Mutroo. As soon as that was said, Awais and Ochi, who by the way were also lost in innocent slumber, turned to look at Sheeda with huge smiles on their faces. Sheeda was pretty sure that that thing that they were thinking about was not what Mutroo was asking about.
"Jaldi batao, L se shuru hota hai....." Says Mutroo getting more and more excited and along with him the rest of the class too, for different reasons obviously. But not so obvious to poor Sheeda. And then Mutroo finally realizing that Sheeda will not move a muscle decides to help him out some more.. " L ke baad U aata hai.." And that was it, that was the trigger.
There was laughter, continuous, roaring and constant. Sheeda couldn't believe what he was being asked to say. What he would give to his wife on their anniversary, it begins with an L and then there comes a U and then...
"Itna soch kya rahay ho, Batao batao jaldi batao" said Mutroo at his usual lightning speed. And then, Sheeda decided to say it out loud, the pressure was too much, "Batao batao", everyone else in the class telling him to do the same, Awais and Ochi all over the table laughing their asses off. The image of chaka prancing about distracted him for a split second but... It was on the tip of his tongue, he could feel it getting there all way from the bottom of his throat. Sweat on his forehead, he was about to say it when suddenly Mutroo turned away with a distressed look on his face... "Tum usko LU-xury good do gae...tsk tsk ye bhee nahin pata tumhein". The anti-climax induces alot more laughter. And poor Sheeda exhausted through and through goes back to sleep.
While all this was happening, somewhere in the backrow, two intellectuals were revising all that they had learnt that week.
"Yaar capital kya hota hai?"
"Islamabad"