Being a backbencher is both a joy and a comfort. It is rather blessing than a curse. Onehas not to grudge it but enjoy it. Front benchers are funny creatures – eitherjust out of the lap of their mothers or those who have a craze to please the teachers. The first volley of questions is asked from the front liners. By thetime it is the turn of the back-bencher he becomes cautious and generally wins the point. The back benchers are generally jovial, unimposing, large hearted boys who share many other activities rather than be pedantic. They are the essence – the spirit of hilarious side of the class. In their absence the class is like a gathering of deputies in the communist party of slaves listening to their master. The back bencher has the comics and other stories to read. He would lend these to others too. But he alone has the special right of readingthese in the class. He has just to pose that he is a serious chap looking intothe text. It is not only funny but pleasant to be a back bencher.