A story no less interesting

a story no less interesting
The year might have been end 2002 or 2003 begining. The boy with a broken heart had passed his graduate and absolutely had no job at his disposal. He was an English Honours graduate. His classes in Ashutosh College were interesting. It was the first day of his college as he had entered the college questioningly, had searched for the class room and had sat at the second bench. There was a boy sitting at the last bench chewing beetel juice and chatting with a lean boy. Our hero was from a School of reputation; he thought it demeaning to sit beside him. A young girl had eyed him as he had entered. So he sat next to her in the second bench. It was a drama class. The professor came in hurriedly, though there was no need. He sat down and looked at his class with a face that didn't tell much. It was evident later. After a rapid search through his books which were suffocating in his bag, he snatched a book containing the Shakespearean Dramas letting it to respire a bit."We shall start with Macbeth. You know, I had been teaching Macbeth for the last 20 years", were his first words. The class remained still. The boy could almost hear the munching of the abominable thing from the last bench. He opened Macbeth. The professor closed the text. Instead, he took out an almost torn copy from his bag and put it on the table with a thud."These are the notes. You", he looked at the boy who was sitting in front of the fair girl, "I am giving all these notes to you. You will photocopy them properly and give the original copy back to me. You can read the notes, that would be all"...those were his parting words. No sooner had he said those holy words, he hovered through the corridors and filled the air with a murmur that came from the last bench. The fellows were discussing about girls, the most easy and interesting topic of all that men of his age can afford!However, after his graduation, he still had a broken heart. A dear one, whom he had loved with all his heart had died a sudden and a painful death. He had been through the hours watching that loved one suffer. He had thought to take his own life, but he had failed to do it. He was afraid for he loved himself too much. Yet the hatred and anger that had shaped his broken heart left him utterly confused. Following a friend's advice, he had a chance to go to Jadavpur University for further studies. A certain course changed his life. Before that, he only thought to persue an M.A in English. He came to know that he can also do Masters in a subject known as Film Studies. He was already a film buff but had never let a serious thought. Nervously, he appeared for the test and got selected for the interview. Rest later, bye.