यार तुझसे जब पूछो चलने को कहीं, तो तेरे exams चल रहे होते हैं | सच तो यह है की तू आना ही नहीं चाहता |
This one statement has resounded for like a zillion times in the past four years. And then there is a friend of mine who reminded the count stands at 90. Jaw dropping, echoing till eternity, minus all the external hassles, smiling in total amazement, the epic nine-zero-- NINETY.
Having taken my last internal today along with everyone who has been alongside the wagon throughout, i was trying to recall the day sessional/internal exams were a mystery about to get unfolded. Trying to read as much as a human being possibly can, cramming the hell out of alphabets in black (It was Mathematics but hell yeah, i was cramming :p). काला अक्षर बीज बराबर |
It used be a 1 hour 30 min long affair back in the days when everything used to plead for mercy, dying to be vomitted on the sheets of paper in blue. The things have taken a new shape today though. Anyway, the breathtakingly awesome thing about the question papers that we are made to tackle is everything seems out of syllabus. You feel like checking the subject title, rub your eyes, snatch your benchmate's question paper to check his or her paper title and sit there in utter shock.
I was thinking of putting up means we've seen each other practice to cheat. But then, i don't wish to take chances with my juniors still having quite a lot of them to face.
The invigilators are a funny batch of folks too. Usually, the two teachers who'd come to the task would have a couple of things to pass their time with. Playing Bounce on mobile, sharing music via bluetooth, talking about a saree sale in the vicinity of the college, discussing a recipe are a few i've heard and giggled at sitting at the first bench (80% of the time). First bench is a cheater's graveyard. यदि आप चाहें तो कुछ सेटिंग का स्कोप ज़रूर रहता है , हमेशा |
One thing i've always hated is back breaking, enforced toiling, mind numbing exercise of wreckless cramming . हर बार 3 इडियट्स के डायलाग याद आ जाते थे | पर मजबूरी का नाम जिंदगी ! :p :p
The last minute preparation is perhaps the best situation to make one realize the worth of time. But sadly, the lesson lasts one minute itself. By thelesson i mean, the time's worth and the one you cram while using the elevator, taking the stairs, standing in a corner of Delhi Metro's coach and places.
Has been one hell of a buquet of experiences. जिन इम्तिहानो में फेल वो फूल मुरझाये हुए बाकी खिले हुए !:p :p
It indeed would be relief apparently. Come externals, and i might go crazy with freedom. :D
Peace
This one statement has resounded for like a zillion times in the past four years. And then there is a friend of mine who reminded the count stands at 90. Jaw dropping, echoing till eternity, minus all the external hassles, smiling in total amazement, the epic nine-zero-- NINETY.
Having taken my last internal today along with everyone who has been alongside the wagon throughout, i was trying to recall the day sessional/internal exams were a mystery about to get unfolded. Trying to read as much as a human being possibly can, cramming the hell out of alphabets in black (It was Mathematics but hell yeah, i was cramming :p). काला अक्षर बीज बराबर |
It used be a 1 hour 30 min long affair back in the days when everything used to plead for mercy, dying to be vomitted on the sheets of paper in blue. The things have taken a new shape today though. Anyway, the breathtakingly awesome thing about the question papers that we are made to tackle is everything seems out of syllabus. You feel like checking the subject title, rub your eyes, snatch your benchmate's question paper to check his or her paper title and sit there in utter shock.
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I was thinking of putting up means we've seen each other practice to cheat. But then, i don't wish to take chances with my juniors still having quite a lot of them to face.
The invigilators are a funny batch of folks too. Usually, the two teachers who'd come to the task would have a couple of things to pass their time with. Playing Bounce on mobile, sharing music via bluetooth, talking about a saree sale in the vicinity of the college, discussing a recipe are a few i've heard and giggled at sitting at the first bench (80% of the time). First bench is a cheater's graveyard. यदि आप चाहें तो कुछ सेटिंग का स्कोप ज़रूर रहता है , हमेशा |
One thing i've always hated is back breaking, enforced toiling, mind numbing exercise of wreckless cramming . हर बार 3 इडियट्स के डायलाग याद आ जाते थे | पर मजबूरी का नाम जिंदगी ! :p :p
The last minute preparation is perhaps the best situation to make one realize the worth of time. But sadly, the lesson lasts one minute itself. By thelesson i mean, the time's worth and the one you cram while using the elevator, taking the stairs, standing in a corner of Delhi Metro's coach and places.
Has been one hell of a buquet of experiences. जिन इम्तिहानो में फेल वो फूल मुरझाये हुए बाकी खिले हुए !:p :p
It indeed would be relief apparently. Come externals, and i might go crazy with freedom. :D
Peace
hahaha epic :D
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