the Art of memory retention.

I sit always in the last bench of the class.Never to go with the herd is my motto.
Everybody in the front zooming their eyes and brains trying to understand
and recollect and connect and writing it down all the time

I have nothing to listen nor to understand.Ignorance is a bliss.
People start asking doubts,some start debating,some started
refering text-books.

I have no memory of my past..There are no original thinkers because everybody has too much of memory is my slogan.
The time is slowly advancing as it always does .I can't escape from this..the need of the hour is the xerox notes of the front bench guy.

Sitting with notes in the front and comp in the backdrop.I turn towards my comp.
While watching a cool movie,suddenly somebody knocks on my door.
someone came for my notes.


Now sitting with a paper in my hand.I had to answer it all.
Conventional wisdom says it is a test of understanding and it seldom is true.
All that is required from me was to recollect what was taught.
I had nothing to learn,so there was nothing to be taught to me.
Everything is what somebody defined what?
The Art of memory retention in progress

Iam poor in art.
Got my grade and once again sat in the last bench..quitely humming "we don't need now education..we don't need now thought control.."