Am I ask????

The gravely soporific nature of my protein chemistry class is only rivalled by the instructor's brutal ability to butcher a language, which due to severe mutilation can barely be recognized as English. Until then, I was greatly convinced of the supremacy of a certain proprietor of a private engineering institution at his ability to make Wren and Martin turn in their graves. But along came our protagonist to just give them that extra turn.
Every educational institution in our country seems to have a subterranean secret Department of Linguistic Molestation. However, there is a great deal of myth and lore that fogs up real facts. Many people patriotically and vehemently lay claim over certain "Quotable quotes" which have been supposedly coined by pioneers in Linguistic Molestation from their institutions. In fact, many of these quotes have become so cliched that one has come to realize that the "Miss under standing" never stood there in the first place. In order to secure the interests and to document the efforts of our protagonist I would like to share some valuable excerpts from my active, passive and stuporous interactions with him during my course of study.
Our instructor is very aware that each student has their own distinct learning pattern, so a typical class involves many activities on the part of the students. Some students learn better when they read, so they read "Playboy". Some are visual learners, and they like to make doodles of the instructor in action. Some are aural, hence the walkmans. The kinesthetic learners involve in many activities like shooting rockets, having pen-fights. I personally write poetry.
One day when I was writing something along the lines of "Up your ass Up your ass... Nobody ever listens to your class" my rapt inattention was broken by a spark of brilliance on the part of my instructor. He had just asked one "sleeping bai" to "Face the wash and come". What ensued I guess was a ferocious battle between sleeping bai and the water faucet. I think the sleeping bai prevailed because he came back to class after a few minutes his face dripping with water and his breath smelling of Pan Parag. "Horrible water closet monster... Thou art toast!!". The sleeping bai has only the instructor to thank for inspiring such valiance in him, who in all modesty and simplicity casually continued his highly arcane talk about "Actually, that type of thing is a structure is going to resemblance that".
His clasrooms were always a disciplined environment. "Some of you, all of you, most of you.." always had to "Take it as a serious..and hope they are awareness of him" else "No matter what he will not give it as a present". Which means that you will have to pay for it. He "wants this kind of business only" other wise "you wont get sign for next week" .
He has a distinct teaching style. He veils his material in a fine cloud of mystery. He tickles our fantasies and imagination. Like this great speculation that he is also doing research in time travel. He once shared some of his concepts with us. A certain "green fellow" was told "Don't talk while I am marking in the present" I imagined if he was also marking attendance in the past and future also. I also wondered why our instructor demands us to write assignments without ever bothering to collect them. I believe that he would travel to the past and collect them later. I hope, sometime in the future he comes back to the past and does his job of teaching us something worthwhile. This also explains the time when he asked us "Why so many less absentees?" when to the contrary more than half the class was empty. Maybe these students in the future will come back and attend the class.
If only teaching was a one man show. He also expected his students to deliver the goods when put to the task. Yet another "Enna pa" was asked "Who this book? Tell Pa, who is this book?" Posed by such a difficult question, Enna pa was rather dumbfounded. After stifling a nearly insurmountable feeling of nausea, fear and possibly giggles too, Enna pa delivers. "Yes sir, I am this book". It certainly was a day to remember for Enna pa, in an instant he had become the hero, the talk to the town and he had lived up to the reputation of his instructor who was now the butt of all jokes.
It was definitely the most fruitful experience being his pupil. I, often called by him as the "What man", still live by his golden advice "Be contact with yourself" and then "You will be the king of yourself". But one nagging question still prevails "Am I ask all this? Am I ask?"