Getting Good Marks - Whatever It Takes

By Mirza Zaheer Baig (C70)

Being Prof A Q Alvi's Pet Student

I never missed his classes as he was my favourite professor. Liked the way he taught and solved Structural Analysis problems on the board.

Whenever he was in the process of calculations, I would usually be the one to work out on the slide rule and would give him the figures and he would look back. That was quite helpful for me towards the end.

It so happened that I did nothing on his final year project, while my mates Kazmi, Qasim and others worked very hard on the project and I accompanied them only when we went for binding. LOL!

During the viva voce examination, Professor Alvi was mad at all of them and asked them tough questions. When my turn came, he did not ask me anything and appreciated my ‘contribution'. LOL!

I got full marks, while those who worked very hard got 20 marks less than what I had received.

Prof A T Khan - Running Out of Questions

I did not take his project. Those who had taken his project had received great marks. During viva voce, he asked me in his very soft vice, “How do you carry out a soil investigation?” I told him. He said, “What do you do before that?” I said “This”. He said, “What do you do before that?” I said, “Before that we do this.” And he asked, ‘What do you do before that step?” I was cracking up and agitated at the same time thinking that I would flop in the viva voce exam but controlled my chuckle. When he asked again, “What will you do before this step?”, I said to the external examiner, ‘Sir, you tell me if there is anything else that I can do before this?”

He smiled but kept quiet. I believe he gave me enough marks so that I made it.

I remember when Professor A. T. Khan took the first class, he asked the backbenchers in a very soft voice, “Can you hear me out there?” Nobody nodded!

Prof S M Shoaib - Sleep Deprivation

During the Viva Voce, Professor Shoaib sat blur as usual, immersed in his own world, while Mr. Samad conducted the exam in the presence of the external examiner. I was giving correct answers but Samad was not accepting any explanation as I had never attended his lectures. Even the external examiner was baffled and Professor Shoaib was looking into the horizon. I was fed up and spoke loudly to Professor Shoaib and said, “Sir! Would you kindly intervene. "Hello! Hello!”. He woke up, looked at me and told both of them, “The boy is right!” and went back to sleep.