Examinations..Whoops! I just blurted out the Forbidden word. Examinations - The Baap of all campus fights. I still remember the last examination of my second year of the Bachelor (bachelor?who? Me?!) Course of Commerce - one of the most insignificant phases of a Commerce student’s life but when it comes down to exams, all are the same..EEWWW..
Eleventh dawn of October, Circa 2007.(No No, no numerology hidden in here!) The clock struck one.The season’s last nightmare had just begun. I flipped through the clean untouched pages (they smelt the same when I had bought it a year ago) of my book written by a firangi whose name was as long as a Southie’s. All concepts seemed Greek to me initially but after sincere efforts to absorb them, everything looked one and the same..Boohoo! And my mind wandered away (blame the firangi for this not me) to observe a couple of spiders on the ceiling - the one to my right was a male and the other was a female. Damn sure about it. That’s because the right one was blockin’ the left one’s way every now and then! Sigh..guys will be guys after all...
Oh well, had to get back to the firangi..had promised him a date you see.We burnt the midnight oil together..Ooo..How romantic! Had sleepy eyes after my date, coupled with fits of forgetfulness and my aching fingers trying to carve out all what was stored in my mind a.k.a. the RAM on a couple of dull recycled papers..No No I was not drafting a strategy for Mission C - Mission Copy, but preparing last-minute-notes to read during the endless train journey from Kalyan to my college! But soon I dozed off with the thick book as my pillow and the scraps to block the blood-hunting charcoal black mosquitoes from entering my tiny ears.
The alarm screeched within a couple of hours and I got ready in a lightning speed. Rushed to the station to meet my friend who had a similar experience at night. The journey seemed to be endless with running trees along one side of the train and the chemical smelling creek on the other. I was trying to refresh my my memory in a typical second class compartment atmosphere. Got tad annoyed by the lady beside me trying to fit herself in the so called ‘fourth seat’ (for the non commuters,its the couple of inches left when three people fill the wooden seats) whose mogra clad bun had enough potential to give hairstylist Mr. Habib a complex. A couple of ladies got in the coach shouting on the top of their voices, competing to sell some cheap imitiation jewellery (I wondered who on earth was interested to buy such stuff early morning?!) And yeah, I was right. Off they hopped down at the next station sparing some silent moments for me
Within hours I entered the college premises..and soon (gulp), the exam hall. It was similar to the graveyard except that the graveyard consists of dead people and we were Inferi a.k.a walking corpses for non-readers of Harry Potter, I had to leave the firangi in my bag...We departed and I started my 2hour battle equipped with acronyms, definitions and shortnotes..line after line, page after page..and the warning bell rang..the last 10minutes-a test of patience for those who don't write anything meaningful and a lifeline for those who write more than required in the answer sheet). I, this time,was in the second category, all thanks to the firangi!
Tick. Tick. Tick. Three, Two, One.
The final bell rang and within seconds the scene changed..It was a memorable one..Inferis running outta the graveyards back to life! I was one of them and ran to hug the firangi thereby surviving till the last day of the crusade..
Phew..What a Feat!!
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