365 DAYS 365 TALES

A Day in the Life of a Superhero

 "Please let someone get mugged!" Aadit was praying desperately to the Powers-that-Be, as he was struggling not to fall asleep. Because it was impossible to stay awake. Mono was droning on for a unbearably long time (Forty one minutes, to be precise) about capacitors and resistors.

And frankly Aadit was feeling nauseous. He was almost sure that he was going to strangle the next person he met, with a copper wire with least resistance. Aadit winced. He was making bad jokes and that too with himself. That never ever ended well.

Probably he should take a leaf from the book of Hiren who was sitting or rather sleeping, in the third bench in the next row. Hiren had abandoned all pretexts of ever understanding anything that Mono was so soulfully explaining, and had put his head down on the desk and had gone to sleep. And the girl sitting next to Hiren was having a strange expression in her face and looked like she could not decide whether to laugh hysterically at him or follow suit and slump on the desk.

Aadit opened his eyes wider, still feeling bleary eyed and realized that Mono was an impossible man. Manohar Mandhar (A rose by another name) at sixty three, had sent an entire class of rowdy teenagers, asleep in two minutes flat. And Aadit just could not understand how a man could talk non stop...Won't the man turn blue or something like that, because the lack of oxygen....?

And Aadit was horrified. Because he just realized that he was praying for that to happen. That was not good thing to want. But Aadit had really reached the limits of his patience. Mono had managed to exhaust all of Aadit's patience within the forty five minutes that Aadit was supposed to pay attention to the man.

And that was when Aadit turned around and was depressed. Depressed was probably a mild word because Aadit just saw Charak scribbling on his book furiously and from the looks of it, it looked like Charak was hanging on to every word that Mono had said, like it was Gospel Truth.

And that woke up Aadit real fast. Because Aadit was consumed by complete horror. Charak was...There were so many things wrong with Charak...Far more than Aadit's power to compute. And Aadit's depression grew. Because he just could not believe that Charak was his roommate in his hostel. His life seriously sucked.

TRRIINNG

Even the sounds of heaven were probably not so soothing as the bell ringing, which marked the end of his torture. It was over. No more Physics, until tomorrow. Aadit sighed. Tomorrow. Aadit finally opened his eyes, paying attention. Probably he could call in sick. He was feeling nauseous.

"And for the next class, explain the factors affecting the resistance of wires at constant temperature." Mono finished as he watched all of them.

And Aadit could not believe Mono's audacity. Was Mono really so unimaginably dumb that he had expected all of them to have paid attention to the class when he was teaching? Teachers were seriously beyond his understanding capacity, Aadit decided. Even his superpowers could not help him with that.

"That should be easy." Charak said as Mono walked out of the class.

Aadit groaned hitting his head on the desk.

"What?" Charak asked looking confused.

"You seriously need a girlfriend." Aadit said looking aghast.

"Why?" Charak asked as he was checking his the ink of his pen. "Will she help me write the notes?"

Aadit groaned again, realizing that he was stuck. For his entire college life. Forget girl, no other human was ever going to talk to Charak. Which meant that the only person Charak ever got to bore was his poor, unfortunate roommate. The poor unfortunate roommate who also did not have a social life because he was too busy saving the city from impossible super villains whose sole ambition in life seemed to be to make sure that Aadit never had a social life.