22 minutes before the exam- A Thriller

"Exams are scary."
"Man, I did not sleep last night. I think I'll fall on my desk while writing today!"
"I hope dehydration does not stop my head from functioning!"
"No food for 16 hrs straight, I might flunk today."

People get the strangest of thoughts just seconds before the commencement of exams. I have had my share too. The top three situations where I literally panicked:

3) First Semester(2006). We had a paper on Chemistry. I was overconfident on easily passing the exam thanks to the internal marks of 45 on 50 and hence went out with family to the restaurants, shopping malls, etc., on the penultimate day of the semester exam only to land up with the chemistry book in my room at ten in the night. Feeling tired, I feel onto my book. I got up at five in the morning and BAM, triggered the panic button... On scanning the paper, my face went pale. No clue whatsoever on two 16-mark questions. Attended 55 marks, literally filled a page or two with answers completely irrelevant. I was sure of flunking for the first time ever. Fortunately, got a 'C'!

2) Second Semester(2007). I had a positive inclination towards Engineering Mechanics and Maths; these had sums and when you have three hours for a single paper, numerical problems keep the paper far from being boring. But, I was down with viral fever before the E.Mechanics exam and even thought of skipping the test on the belief that I'll take up the test after a few months. Mom said to give it a try. I could barely talk or walk! I attended 60 marks, of which 15 marks were mere attempt with the sole intention of clearing the paper! Got a 'B'! Luck do exist!

1) Final Exam(12th Standard, 2006) I remember wishing I were dead that day! I was so not ready to get into the examination hall. I wished for an earthquake! DOOMSDAY! CM's demise, ANYTHING MAN!! I was that unprepared. Well, it did not turn out well. This, I believe, is the best(and hopefully remain the best) panic attack I have ever had(I'll ever have). It was that bad!

As we grow, we learn. Or that is what is believed. Our fears fade and vanish. We had a semester exam today(23th Nov., Monday). The funniest part was that I started and completed a Hardy Boys novel the night before the exam. And again I slept with the false belief that I'll manage to wake up and read something pertaining to the subject- Cadastral Sureverying. IN VAIN. I got up at seven in the morning, all thanks to the phone call of Vignesh who, by the way, is the hero of this short, sweet thriller :)

Seven in the morning, with the sun rays energizing every cell in my body and the hot tea doing its magic, I went through the headlines. LOL. I did not believe it was yet time to hit the panic button. Shower. Breakfast. Friend on Bike. College. Vignesh was all geared up- book in one hand, cell phone in the other, smiling on our entry. Typical, caring IYER.

There we were, exchanging notes and thoughts on the chapters we learned. Co-operate to Dominate :) Everything was going well. Time-9:02 AM. We packed up the necessities and walked to the examination hall and BAM! A virtual hammer hit me real hard! All this time, while we were happily cooperating to dominate, listening to part-lessons, part-stories to be written in the answer paper, my HALL TICKET lay in my room at HOME!

Very many people in the world have the talent to screw things at the very last moment, and I too belong to that elite group! So, with 25 minutes in hand, Vignesh with no second thoughts agrees to accompany me in yet another thriller. We rush to the parking lot and race our way through the traffic! What a waste, we were stuck on the last place anyone would wish to get stuck- on the topmost portion of a bridge! Nevertheless, we raced and reached the examination room a little over time. 9:32. We were allowed to write; we would have been allowed even if we were 15 minutes late. But then, this was thrilling and strangely we did not, or rather I did not hit the PANIC BUTTON.

Thanks to Vignesh the day was saved. A treat awaits him. :)

The Two Facets

Life is really funny,

Sometimes Dark, sometimes Sunny;

The inner side of me,

Contradictory, they are, doubly do i see-

Life is both dark and sunny.

Nitin, inside the mind, always say

Neo is one of a kind,

Listen to Him not, you'll have to pay-

Pay, pay the price of being selfish,

Being careless, being peevish.

Am I two, or am I one,

Both of them are here to stay.

From Neo's eye, all I could see-

Me being beautified,

Me being personified,

Me with all this attention,

Eventually fall in self-detention.

Again I start to sway,

Again Nitin has something to say-

"Done with the heights of your attitude,

Oh, please stop measuring its magnitude."

Today, you are at the top of the world,

Tomorrow, you'll remain nothing but a dirt.

Neo never complains, he does things,

Nitin complains, he wants to do things;

So here i am, confused, scared,

Who is Neo, and where is Nitin,

Aren't they the same,

When things go wrong,

Whom am i to blame?

Sometimes gloomy,

Life is unsurprisingly funny,

Sometimes dark, sometimes sunny.

PS
Yes, I did have dilemma while posting it. Dealing with alter-ego is anything but fun :-|

The Misery of being anybody

Surrounded by No-bodys,

He strives to be a Somebody;

And when he enters the league of Somebody(s),

He desires to be the One big, cool daddy;

Eventually, his yearning is complete.

Now, he searches for the truth,

He misses being a Somebody,

Even misses being a Nobody.

Power is powerful,

It took over him.

Choking like a rabbit in a sack,

He knows there ain't turning back,

Helpless, he has no more power to gain.

Everything in vain.

He was a Somebody,

Who died like everybody.

Immortality ain't real;

It is a bloody myth, a lie,

Many things, many times, always end with a sigh.

 

PS

He never really was fully content, ever. Sad... So are many of us which is also, shall I say, sad...

Another Chapter coming to an End

Hello folks,

I am in my fourth year of college, as most of you know, the final year of my first programme in college. Life in college, I would say, is one of an explorer. We start by making acquaintances, friends and even more, and gradually move to the short journey in college trying out things we wished we tried earlier, and as time flies by, a few new ones get appended automatically. I had my share- dancing, cricket, new genres of music, writing, reading, video-games, watching movies- on the verge of completing my Classic list, trying out practical stuff in math, text-messaging, mailing, chatting and then there is blogging. Apart from learning all those damned courses prescribed by the so-called-faculty, playing with Ubuntu(a Linux based OS), PSP, etc., will be the chapters that I would look back to, a lot, in the following chapters of my life. Oh boy, I sound like a grown-up already! This paragraph I write in the memory of the line “The wilderness must be explored”-Movie UP

I doubt if I ll miss college, I have never missed school. I doubt if I ll miss my friends for there are too many people in this world and there is no shortage of good ones, unlike what they say in books and movies. If only we search…And when there is internet, how can we miss our buddies, they are always present. The different transition a person goes through during the different phases of life in the game of life is fascinating. Well, I have a strange habit of surprising myself and the transition part is indeed a statement for which I consider myself as being the experimental rat. College has thought me, apart from the curriculum, a lot of things. No wonder more than half the people I meet say college life is cool, college life is for enjoying, college life is this and college life is that. They miss the most important part. College life is a period of discovering oneself. Or is it after college life. Or is it a lifetime process. I disagree. It is that one moment of truth when you know that you love to do THIS and not THAT. People are clear on what they want to do and what they have to do right from 11^th standard. Rubbish. How could they? They are young, vulnerable and are capable of having depression hits often. So, in this lifelong learning process, college is a bridge to freedom. Freedom of free thinking, freedom to explore. This paragraph is in the awful memory of my days when I was down with Chickenpox, for it was then that i promised myself that I would write and share my thoughts if I were alive. Yeah, it was that painful.

I would love to have this freedom of thoughts, freedom to explore in my workplace. And I wish the chapters that aren’t yet written continue to come out nicely. This line is in the memory of that one book I read about the life of Sidney Sheldon- The Other Side of Me.    

PS

I longed to write something for the blog. Had to scribble something today. And yeah, tomorrow we are going to have our first, official placement talk. Give, send a lot of positive energy…my handwriting is breaking… smiles…

Ta Ta…

Yet Another Failure

Hello everybody,

Oops, there is a story (Young Tsang, The Dog and The Proposal) to complete. Sorry, I'll complete it next week. Two weeks back, my classmates(read as friends) were all excited to log everything that we experienced in college, every exciting moment in college, all the happy and not-so-happy moments, all the mocking, all the humours, all the crushes if there were any, almost everything with fine details. I was all so excited and recommended a Class Blog! A Class Diary, what an idea Sirji! All sounded really exciting, in vain. In less than three days, my classmates got busy with THINGS and forget the conversation we had. Only if I log the short, cute happenings in college as I remember(now), will I be in a position to refresh my memory very many years from now. But not all desire to share their memories, which leaves me to refrain myself from scribbling many, many posts pertaining to college life. No wonder the other blog, College Life, is dormant.

History has been one of my favourite subjects since school days. And blogging is such a wonderful idea to write down (in a virtual medium) our own story. Our experiences. Our problems. Our idea of the World! Yes, we may not wish to write all the incidents, all the details, and yet, sharing few memories might bring a smile to many a face. 

I got up from my slumber and had to post this before I changed my mind! May you be lucky enough to start your Class blog. :)

Happy time, writing...

Young Tsang, The Dog and The Proposal.

Once upon a time, in a far off island, lived a young lad. His clan, The Tsang, was happy and complete. The singing, the dancing, the telling of happy-ending stories never ceased. The young boy, confused and in need of a friend, wandered around the place in search of something fresh; something really new, like an explorer. The lad's name was Young Tsang, an uncommon name indeed. Young Tsang was a misfit. He was excited about things he did not understand, happy to find new trees and fruits, elated when his style of clothing was admired and so he was always on the look out for something or the other, a wanderer, a born explorer. Being the trend-setter in that vast island, he loved to travel on foot and strech his knowledge on land. Young Tsang and his clan were completely unaware of all the other means of travel. 




Not far from home, the lad's eye met with a dog. He was anything but repulsed. The lad smiled at the dog and the dog returned the favour. It is strange, he thought, that a dog is more friendly than most of the pretentious people in his clan, more loyal than anyone he had met and possibly the most reliable living creature he knew of. The dog followed him for an hour. Soon, they were friends; friends for forever. Young Tsang grew and was not that young anymore. Everyone knew that one day Tsang would go out for good in search of truth, in search of Heaven. Young Tsang, along with the dog, set on exploring the vast island.




A week passed. The lad felt happy to have experienced viewing some exotic places which he had never even dreamt of. The dog was ever faithful for having a loving master and friend. The next day it rained hard. The dog ran and ran to find proper shelter. It did find a warm place built ages back. A cave with scripts all over it. The lad and the dog rested there due to the inclement weather. The lad, with the help of the dog, made the unkempt place look green and neat. Tsang loved adventure and this very style of living was nothing short of an adventure.




One dull morning, the lad spotted a boat. Frightened by the massiveness of the hull of the boat, Tsang assumed it to be a mytical monster! He stood, a few meters away from the boat, petrified. A young girl with a angelic face was merrily singing near the boat. Tsang was love-stuck! Never ever had he seen a more angelic face than hers. Never ever had he seen anything/anybody so beautiful.




to be continued...