Presentations, Tribulations, Trepidations

If anything can go wrong, it will.
                                   -- Murphy’s Law

If Murphy's Law can go wrong, it will.
                                  -- Silverman's Law

The 7th semester in engineering was replete with project design, synopsis, intermediate reports and yes, presentations. Well well, presentations bring back a lot of memories; no, not fond memories, but nightmarish ones. 

The presentation titled “Dielectric Resonator Antennas” was meticulously prepared by the four of us, that is, Rohit, Chatti, Chottu and I. But fate giving heed to Murphy’s laws, made Chatti’s pen drive inoperable just before the H-hour and there were no backup CDs. So off we rushed to Chatti’s house to copy the files from his PC. 

Problem: Chatti had no blank CDs with him and so we looked for some unlocked CDs to copy our files. 
The Real Problem: The only unlocked CDs with him were "pr0n" CDs. 

Since we could do nothing about it in the eleventh hour, we searched for an appropriate pr0n CD; that’s when we were amazed at the variety of Chatti’s seksual fetishes. Title cover of some of the CDs:
The Bare Bitch Project
Good Will Humping 
Lord of the G-Strings
Shaving Ryan's Privates (gay pr0n??, naa, I don’t want to think so) 

And that was just a sample collection. Anyway, we decided to go with ‘Good Will Humping’. Copied everything and rushed back to college. The CD was put into our teacher’s laptop; meanwhile Chottu masked the projector, just in case, you know, if it autoplayed. All of us took our presentation, teacher seems impressed and everything went fine. After seminar Chottu jokes,

“Maybe we should have shown the class, the other “educational” files in the CD and got some extra marks for that”

Chatti: “Yeah right, and you can do a live demonstration too”

Chatti gets a thwack in his head. Everyone laughs. We part. And the 4 guys lived happily ever after. Happy ending?? Well, not really. Suddenly we realized that while basking in the afterglow of a successful presentation (albeit the audience were yawning and sleeping), we forgot to retrieve the CD back from teacher’s laptop. Rohit flutters, Chatti faints, I tremble, while Chottu asks,

“Wonder how she’ll put the marks for the presentation”

An infuriated Chatti: “I’m going to lose my entire reputation in front of her and you’re concerned about some effing worthless marks, you moron!”

Off we rushed to teacher’s room; she’s in there and the laptop is on her desk, turned OFF though, luckily. We stood at a distance from the room waiting, in fact craving, for her to leave the room ASAP, so that we could retrieve the CD. Meanwhile, I, being the brave, intrepid macho man, okay fine, ‘trying’ to be the brave, intrepid macho man, confides,

“Why should we be scared? We’re 21 years of age. There’s nothing illegal in it” 

Chatti: “Shut your piehole. 21 years, my foot! And for your information Mr. Smart-ass, pr0n is illegal in India, no matter what the age is”.  

Me: “Errr, ummm, Welly well, whose CD is it anyway, Mr. Dumb-ass??” 

Chatti: @#$%!@#$

At last, teacher goes out of her room, all of us jumped and hopped into her room; switched ON the laptop. Chatti waits at the door keeping a hawk eye. Darn, teacher is coming back; we need a few more seconds. Chatti runs to her, stalls her and asks,

“Teacher, we’ll be using double stub tuner to match our antenna to the load for flexible adjustment and greater range of impedance matching and by adjusting the positions of the shorting plugs attached to the stub lines the length of the stub will be changed thereby achieving tuning”.

Teacher: Ok, but why are you telling me this.

Chatti: You taught us only about single stub tuner. So I just wanted to tell you about the alternative method.

Tecaher: Ugh!

Chatti: Thank you ma'am.

Tecaher: !!!!!

Meanwhile we retrieved the CD and fled away from there; thanks to Chatti’s technical enlightenment. Well, now it’s a happy ending except for a battered and bruised Chottu, who later asks Chatti,

“Mind if I borrow that CD for a day??”