Damn
it! I’m already 10 minutes late. Not a very good start for the first exam.
Answer sheets have already been distributed. Damn, what was I doing? Why couldn’t
I just wake up earlier? It happens all the time, almost every time. Anyway,
what’s over is over. Now cool down! Cool! Take a deep breath. Yes, now you’re
fine.
Now,
should I or should I not get in? Ok! Get in anyway. Don’t care what the
invigilator says. Yep, ready. “Excuse me, madam!” “Yes, what’s the time young
man?” Shit. I hate this. She is asking questions. Why can’t she just let me in?
Oooohhh! She’s hot by the way. Damn it! Focus you moron. I should reply
something. What’s gonna be my excuse? Umm…
“Get
in quick, pick up an answer sheet and take your seat. Quick!” Aaahh. Thank God!
I don’t have to reply now. Is everyone watching me? No, perhaps they’re too
busy writing their exams. Chill! You’re thinking too much. Where’s my seat?
Where’s my seat!? Ah! There it is. There you go. Destination reached!
Ok
now take a deep breath and go through the question paper. OK, I got this. I got
this one too. Seems like the paper is easy. Damn, what the hell is this? The
case study is beyond my imagination. What am I gonna write in this? You’re
screwed dude, you’re screwed! Anyway, I should start writing first.
/*turns
right*/ this guy on the right, is he driving a Ferrari? For God’s sake don’t
scare me dude, whoever you are. Who writes like this? Who writes so fast? Ok,
don’t look at his paper. Just concentrate.
/*turns
left*/ Holy mother of God! Who the hell is this chick? Damn, she’s so freaking
hot. Is she the one who comes in a black santro? Or is she the one who keeps
staring at me from the corner of her eye? Whoever she is, she is so hot. Will I
keep staring at her or will I write?
Can’t write, can’t stare at her. Dilemma!
And then you write the exam. Nailing the knowns
and making up the unknowns. Sometimes exaggerating, sometimes to the point.
Sometimes struggling and sometimes with ease. Sometimes passionate to write
sometimes lazy. Sometimes writing and sometimes not at all. The writer in you
comes out and takes over your mind, thinking all sorts of crap and representing
it on the paper. And then the 30 page booklet is filled up with some load of
crap. And a load of crap result is what we a get a fortnight later.
