This post was slated to be published 2 weeks from now on, but my dicey routine has forced to publish this now.
As the ominous cloud of the Semester exams starts looming over the heads of us First Years, everyone seems to have gone into a tizzy on how to get over the vast portion that lies ahead. Finally, the deserts of dust settled on the books cooling their posterior's in some unknown corner of the book shelf has been wiped off and the 'udghaatan' ceremony of the book is completed. The tension mounts as the date inches nearby and the final 11th hour dash to complete the portion goes on in full swing.
With phonecalls and text's being sent here and there on what to do and what not along with the stray incident of hurling choicest abuses here and there. The scholars and geeks already proud that the mountain of studies has been overcome by them recieves flak and then the 'maskaa maaraoing' to help them copy.
Prior to the exam, everybody claims they don't know a word. The weak start faltering and sit with a tensed look with fear and anxiety. The scholars arrive fashionably late showing off their prowess on how well they've finished studying. The daredevils chat away to glory outside the exam hall. Others go into overdrive mode to do a last minute quickie and amass whatever they can in the dying moments.
The supervisor walks in and the daredevils make their way to their seats looking cool, calm and unbothered. The geeks busy discussing amongst themselves something too complex for mere mortals like us. We, too busy in studying at the last moment have to be summoned by the supervisor to keep our wares inside.
The ominous gong of the bell goes off and the exam commences. The Q papers are distributed. Emotions start flying everywhere. While the geeks go GaGa over seeing the papers, we bear mixed emotions. The daredevils are busy in their own personal activities like texting during the paper and passing chits. As the exam heads on, the geeks as usual, start depleting the stationary by asking for supplements when we havent even finished the 7th page of an 8 sheeter. Finally, when our turn for supplements arise, the supervisor goes in search for the peon with the stationary. No sooner did the sup. leave the class than the hissing and mumbling begins. Finally, when the sup. is back with more stock, we start taking a subtle quantity of paper while the geeks have already written a complete novel with chapters. The odd visit of a squad member alongwith the daredevils staging a walkout in record time.
The warning bell goes off and again everyone is in overdrive mode, this time, the brigade spearheaded by the geeks who seem to have completed their sequel to their novel. All this, alongwith the sup. starting the usual 'Tie yuuuur supplemaint'.
The final bell goes off and the sup starts his collection drive. Meanwhile, the geeks still writing in full force trying to start off their second edition of their novel are halted and their paper seized. The manner of seizure almost resembles a day-light extortion.
Everybody walks out with perplexed expressions. The discussions begin on the paper while the daredevils have long vanished. Everybody disperses, again to show up for the next paper with the same tension, fear, confidence etc....
