The case of the unread case

And he fell to the ground with a big thud!

Whoa! What a crazy dream it had been... enough to throw him off the bed by the end of it. As he woke up, groggy, dis-oriented, he wondered whether he was back to reality or if he was still dreaming. His room seemed alright, everything was just as he'd left it last night, and, as usual, he was just in time for class. 3 minutes to go..RUSHHH!! ... Yep, definitely he was back to reality.

He dashed to the bathroom, a frantic brush, splasha water on the face, back to the room, change clothes, spray some..phishh phishh.. 2 minutes... RUN!

Run...

Breeze up the stairs...

Run...

In class.. finally.. the prof's just walkin in.. Just in time.. As always :) And the last row, last bench seat was empty, as always, waiting for its rightful owner to arrive. Ahhh...

He could feel the blood pumping in his legs, each artery and vein and capillary, throbbing. The sound of his heart in his head was louder than the prof's good-mornings and usual jokes. Phoooooo... A few deep breaths... Yes.. that's better.. now he could hear the spectacled guy talk.. not that he wanted to.. but he could hear him nevertheless.

As the rant continued, he found himself looking at the other students in class. Some were excitable, raising their hands to give answers, some lost in conversation with their neighbours, some quietly and diligently taking notes, and still some others completely out of the equation - sleeping, soundly.

Suddenly, there was a power outage. The ACs hissed to a quick death (albeit short-lived). The projector rumbled on. The room was left lit just with the light from the prof's presentation on screen. It was a plain slide with four bullet points. But before he could really read what was written in them, the prof switched the slide and a new slide came up "Thank you...?".

The class had ended so soon? Not possible. He listened a little intently to the prof now... "and that's the question we need to answer. Would you like to start Venkat..?" The prof was looking right at him. Yep, he'd just asked him a question!

Venkat fumbled. "Ahem.. Sir, if we look at the facts of the case".. in saying so, he snatched the caselet from his diligent neighbour's grasp, "when we see the .." and read out the heading ".. the.. Growth of Thames Corporation..." .. and just as he said that, the power came back on, blaring lights, loud ACs whirring back to life. The class erupted into a murmur as relative darkness gave way to light. It was the ideal opportunity Venkat needed to go through some more of the case...
"The growth of Thames Corp was essentially inorganic in nature... which helped it sustain a healthy growth rate in a competitive market"

Silence.

Venkat looked around. Had he said something wrong?? The prof was looking right into his eyes, breathing fire, it seemed. Venkat looked to his row-mates for some prompting, some help, anything. He just felt like kicking himself for not having read the case the previous day, and an extra kick for not listening to the prof in class. Damn!

The prof started walking towards the last row. Towards Venkat's seat. Venkat was frantically flipping through the pages of the case, trying to make some sense out of the chaos. The prof neared. Venkat stopped his search, tried to look calm and composed, and smiled at the prof as he came. He reached his desk, removed his spectacles, and without folding them, kept it on the caselet, which was now lying between Venkat and his neighbour.

The prof smiled. Venkat smiled back, with all the courage he could muster. Mr. Prof then checked his watch, and then looked back at Venkat. This was getting decidedly uncomfortable.

And then, out of nowhere, the prof raised both his hands, straight above his head, and gave out the nastiest laugh that Venkat would ever hear. In a flash, his arms came down and pushed Venkat back, off his chair, and onto the ground.

Thud!

Ouch, that sure hurt... Venkat checked his watch. A whole 23 minutes to class. Perfect... He could, for once, read the case and then go...