The funny Neck and more....

This morning I glanced through FB and found something.
An old friend of mine,in fact my classmate, had posted a picture of himself with his underwear drawn over his trousers and a towel flowing behind his shoulder.
He stood in his regal attire with arms raised,as if challenging someone to battle.
Only thing, he was a poor advertisement for superman!
He wrote that he was in fact just trying to dry his clothes in front of the table fan.
Hilarious!

My funny bone tickled,I soon began reminiscing about my childhood days.
Especially the Funny Neck.

There was this boy in our school who sat for his examination one day.
He started to write.
Suddenly his neck began to move!
Toward his left,slowly making an angle of 90 degrees.
Shocked,he grabbed his neck and moved it back to normal position.

He resumed writing.
A few moments later the neck moved again!
To cut my story short,this fellow spent the entire three hours trying to rein in his 'runaway' neck!
Just imagine his embarrassment!
And his horrified friend seated behind him?
I'm sure he has not recovered to this day.

We had teachers named 'kaddigudda', 'Anikhindi' and so on.
Now tell me why would parents name their kids such horrendous names?

Kaddigudda was a likeable fellow.
Because he hardly taught Geography.
But spent time telling us lovely stories.
But one day finally deciding to teach,
he started writing something on the blackboard
Some mischief mongers,perennial back benchers, ,holding a mirror to the sunlight outside, flashed it onto his bald pate.
To this day the poor sir doesn't know why we giggled so hard and also how his head suddenly felt so warm!

"We swept the room with a sweeper",our Math Sir,who also taught us social service, dictated out to the class.
The kids went into peals of laughter.
"With a broom,Sir,not a sweeper",we exclaimed as he smiled sheepishly.
He spoke atrocious English.

When I was a front bencher in std 5th,our Math sir, explaining to the class the importance of using our notebook rightly,took hold of my Math notebook.
He held it high up for the class to see ,opened my last page only to find a picture of a peon ringing the bell!

There was pin drop silence.
The bell rang, as if on cue, but only after the class went into raptures and a 'How shabby!' compliment from our Sir.

Finally my mind goes back to the 4th std .
Seated with secondary school students during an exam, I overheard them requesting 'supplements' to their answer paper.
Needing one desperately but not quite sure how it was pronounced ,I stood up and asked the supervisor for a 'compliment'.