All students,obviosly excpt the prodigies who nevr opnd their books atleast once,goes thru their buk just b4 the exams. Though i nvr had the honour to do it,i hav been told that one cud covr the entire txt during dat final run.
anyway,i enterd the examhall after watching couple f my frnz performng this sacred ritual.i sat n d front row - a lifetime penance, since my name starts wid the first 2 lettrs f alphabet.. :@
cursng ma parentz silently for not blesng me with a name dat start with "Z", i
recieved the qn papr frm the examnr with courtesy. once i went thru the qustn papr,i felt so relaxd, bcoz i knew i neednt strain evn a single muscle f mine for the nxt coupl or more hourz..;)
aftr writng stufz dat i knw well,like ma name,rollno etc,i spent some time closely obsrvng my counter parts.some where busy writng while others were obsrvng others,just like i did,perhaps evn more closely.
Though i felt slighted,the fact that i am sitting with a class full of "engineers-in-making", i felt proud of myslf.While i was slowly returng frm apogee of selfrespct, i saw the examiner movng towards me with her hand ful of twines.Ente manasil oru ladu potti....;) but i gave her a sad look (as if i had just got diagnosed for HIV), but my mind kept screaming to me- "thatz it dickhead..here comes ur ticket outta dis sh#t hole.." and a coupl f tears rolled down my cheeck in gratitude to ma parnts for givng me such a chweet name which made me eligbl for that golden tckt bfore anybody in there..
anyway,i enterd the examhall after watching couple f my frnz performng this sacred ritual.i sat n d front row - a lifetime penance, since my name starts wid the first 2 lettrs f alphabet.. :@
cursng ma parentz silently for not blesng me with a name dat start with "Z", i
recieved the qn papr frm the examnr with courtesy. once i went thru the qustn papr,i felt so relaxd, bcoz i knew i neednt strain evn a single muscle f mine for the nxt coupl or more hourz..;)
aftr writng stufz dat i knw well,like ma name,rollno etc,i spent some time closely obsrvng my counter parts.some where busy writng while others were obsrvng others,just like i did,perhaps evn more closely.
Though i felt slighted,the fact that i am sitting with a class full of "engineers-in-making", i felt proud of myslf.While i was slowly returng frm apogee of selfrespct, i saw the examiner movng towards me with her hand ful of twines.Ente manasil oru ladu potti....;) but i gave her a sad look (as if i had just got diagnosed for HIV), but my mind kept screaming to me- "thatz it dickhead..here comes ur ticket outta dis sh#t hole.." and a coupl f tears rolled down my cheeck in gratitude to ma parnts for givng me such a chweet name which made me eligbl for that golden tckt bfore anybody in there..
hahhahha....superb!!...well that reminded me.. my horrible exam days..man i'm proud of ya...!! :)
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