He was a genius—the kind of genius who could recite Shakespeare, explain quantum physics while balancing a spoon on his nose, and whip up a 17-step recipe for the perfect boiled egg, all while somehow forgetting where he left his white coat. Or his notes. Or, on some days, even his glasses.
One beautiful cooker-KOOOOO morning — scented with the perfume of ancient paper, coffee, and regret—Dr. Prasad sat at his desk, preparing for his most prestigious lecture of the year: "The Art of Memory." Ah, yes—memory, the thing he was about to lecture on but couldn’t remember where he placed his lecture notes.
He scanned his desk
— a land of paper avalanches,
— half-drunk coffee mugs, and
— what appeared to be a small, confused mouse under a pile of overdue assignments.
He sat down, bracing himself for the grand task of finding his lecture notes.
They were nowhere.
Panic set in. His eyes widened.
He looked like an owl that had just realized it was supposed to be hunting mice, not philosophizing about cheese.
"Where are my notes?!"
he wailed, his voice rising in terror, like an opera singer who realized halfway through a high note that they were singing in the wrong kooCoookuuuuu.
His hands began tossing pens, sticky notes, and possibly a stapler into the air—an academic tornado of chaos. He even checked his coffee mug. Because, really, if you forget everything, it’s reasonable to think you might accidentally file your notes inside your coffee cup, MAY BE ...could be....right?
The notes were gone. Vanished. Just like socks in a laundry machine—poof—gone. And so, with the air of a man who had just misplaced his soul, Dr. Prasad took a deep breath and smiled wide 😆
He was an academic, after all. And if there was one thing academics were really good at, it was improvising. “I’ll just wing it!” he declared, his voice dripping with confidence
— the kind you get after accidentally memorizing the entire works of Einstein during a late-night binging Lays Chips & Drinking Coke.
“ Yahoooo I’ve got this! I’m practically a walking encyclopedia. I’ll make this lecture legendary! ”
And so, with no notes but an endless supply of charm, Dr. Prasad strutted to the lecture hall. His students, wide-eyed and eager, filed into their seats. There they were, waiting for a life-changing lecture. Dr. Prasad, hair resembling a small storm had just hit it, stood before them, and voilà—the performance of a lifetime began.
“Good afternoon, class!” he boomed, slapping the chalkboard with the kind of flourish that would make a circus ringmaster proud.
"Today, we’ll be discussing... memory!"
He paused dramatically, peering over his glasses like an ancient wizard about to reveal the meaning of life. "Or... maybe we won’t. Who knows?!”
The students sat frozen, unsure whether they had signed up for a lecture on memory or accidentally enrolled in a new-age improv comedy class.
But Dr. Prasad pressed on, gesticulating wildly.
"Memory is like... a bookshelf!"
he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling like someone who’d just discovered the secret to eternal youth.
"It holds all your thoughts,
neatly arranged,
like your favorite books.
But then, when it’s in your brain, it’s more like... like a shelf that talks!
Read More and More memory training books, play suduko, chess kind of mind training games etc
Yes, that's it!
It’s so loud, you forget everything because it’s just yelling at you!"
The students blinked. Were they experiencing a breakthrough in neuroscience or just having a collective existential crisis?
Then, as if that wasn't enough, Dr. Prasad dropped the biggest bombshell yet.
"And did you know that pizza can actually make you smarter?"
he asked, leaning forward like he was about to drop a truth bomb on them.
"Pizza is shaped like a brain! I mean, if it looks like your brain, it must be good for your brain, right? Is That science ?? " He paused for dramatic effect. “So, next time you study, get yourself a slice of pizza. It’s not just food; it’s education! Trust me. I’m practically a pizza scientist.”
The students, completely swept up in the pizza-pedagogy revolution, nodded as if Dr. Prasad had just told them the cure for all of life’s problems. After all, who could argue with pizza?
As the lecture reached its chaotic, pizza-filled Climax, Dr. Prasad stood tall
— arms outstretched like a philosopher delivering an epic speech.
"Remember, my dear students, memory is a gift!"
U give it to Your own self.
he boomed.
"A gift to cherish, a treasure to protect! So make sure to put it in a place you won’t forget... Or, at least, somewhere you can find it again!"
He gave them a wink—a mischievous wink—like a wizard who'd just turned his car keys into a frog.
And then, with all the flair of an academic rock star, Dr. Prasad marched offstage... only to immediately forget where he left his coat.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned, LIFE IS UNCERTAIN and your notes vanish like socks in a laundry machine.
But that’s okay! [ Radical ACCEPTANCE ]
Embrace the chaos, laugh at the mistakes, and remember:
sometimes the best lessons come from the things we forget—may be not like that pizza really is the key to academic success. BUT to
FACE IT DESPITE CHALLENGES.
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