The following set of events happened in the last week of April. Any resemblance to a prof, living or (godwilling) dead is purely intentional as the account is true. The author’s love for exaggeration and hyperbole is evident in the writings but let not that take anything away from the base issue of the whims and fancies of the species called profs in IITB for whom power comes free of responsibility. I cannot promise that it will be interesting as these are the ramblings of a harassed individual. So read on at your own peril. You have been sufficiently warned.

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