Times Up.....Stop Writing...!!!!

What it feels like while exams?..
Tick Tock
Mind Block
Pen Stop
Eyes Up
Time Shock
Jaw Drop
No Luck
Times Up
Oh Shit
Exams Suck
Still Good Luck..
The old college bell rings...trrrrriiiinnnnggggg......the sound has got a tinge of the rust of the iron bell..
There are some things that struck you at the same time the bell rung..
And you need just 5 more minutes to pen down those answers.
The supervisor shouts at his highest best decibels- "Times up , Everybody Stop writing ".
And you beg to the supervisor.
The supervisor yells at you when you arent ready to hand over your paper.He snatches away your so called -"answersheet"..(God knows if you have written the answers to the questions or have you created new questions by writing some bullshit !!!! )
You havent properly tied the thread to your main answerbook and the supplements.Seeing the loose connections (The connection is just as loose as the connection between your answers and the question paper)seeing such loose connections, the supervisor one again gives an angry look at you and says, Why havent you tied your paper when you the warning bell had gone?"
You are in a lost state of mind. You are lost amidst many unanswered questions- asked by the supervisor as well as the question paper.
You ask him to give it to you once so that you can staple it and be assured that the entire answerbook is intact.
The answerpaper is finally in the custody of the supervisor.
It no longer belongs to you..As it is,it never did.
There you stand in the exam hall, putting back the pens in the pouch, the stapler and the calculator and not to forget, the hall ticket back into the bag.
You take a look around-and you see many students, a spectrum of emotions-
There is content and satisfaction, to some there is depression, to a few, there is an assured feeling that we are going to give the exam next time for sure, to some- they do not really know even yet how have they fared, some are aimless wanderers, like me, thinking i have written and probably bluffed to the extent i could, using all my quota of the so called uncommon- "common sense"and i can draw no conclusions and inferences about how i have fared.
Well for me exams seem like a three hour long battle.You have "pen" and your "mind", your "brains" as the only weapons to fight a very powerful enemy who has got weapons that have catastrophic repercussions in your life..mind you not just the academic life.
The enemy has a countless stock of deadly missiles, nuclear weapons that can destroy and ruin you totally.
But if you succeed in fighting back, you emerge out as a brave victorious warrior and the world respects you, recognises you and you bask in the glory and fame of your success.
An exam is simply a game of 3 hours.
The same rusted bell rings and you have to fight every single attack.
You have to have our memory good rather very sharp- Just as a warrior has to have his reflexes good and grasp, you are supposed to remember each intricate detail, every single minutest stuff scribbled in your texts.
The question paper is distributed.
Your hand shivers a little.You pray to god to help you.
You wouldnt have even thought of Him in the last 4 months as much as you are thinking of Him now.
You close your eyes tight for a moment and then open up as if waiting for a miracle to happen.but alas, the paper is just the same- You run a quick glance through it,.
AT first, you have a felling that somebody has leaked out your secrets and weaknesses to the paper setter.
The topics that you never even dared to flip across those chapters- and you paper is filled up all the problems from those chapters only.
The paper seems to be full of those parts of the book where you never made attempts to venture into.
Your confidence is shattered.You lose faith.
You give a second glance to the unwanted pamphlet .And you find one question that is familiar.
Your happiness knows no bounds.
You feel like screaming: Ye ye i know this. I can write well on this.The moment you look on the right side-You are disappointed.
You heart sinks the same way when you take out your friends for a treat and you look at the right side of the menu card.
The only difference being, there the prices are soaring high, touching the skies and here the marks are seeping down into the earth.
You write one answer.
Confidence restored.Faith Regained.
You attempt a couple of questions more.Then you get stuck up in a question.
You look at the watch, you have exhausted one full hour and you havent even written something that can fetch you atleast 15-20 marks.
You speed up and hunt for more familiar and acquainted questions.
You cant find any more.
Now you start bluffing.AT first you are a little confused as to where to start,
But once when you spin a yarn for two questions, the natural Bluffmaster hidden inside you emerges out.
You make way for the untapped potentials of this bluffmatser.You fill up quite a chunk of the answersheet.
Your throat is all dried up.You have a sip of water and shout for a supplement.
The paper that was once white and blank is filled up with blue writing.
You think you have written much and good.
You write stressing the nib so hard that there are faint impressions over the next 3 pages.
Then there is a sudden jerk.A major breakdown.
You get stuck up.
You cant just remember.Your bluff quotient falls below the reserve mark.Time to refill.
You do not have much reserves.
You are running out of fuel.You then try catching a glimpse of what your fellow prisoners of war in this dungeon are doing.
Some are busy looking at the entertaining and interesting world that lies beyond the window panes, some are just buy writing, some are looking at the question paper .
Some are like you.And when they look at you and you exchange glimpses, you feel a sense of accompaniment, that you have some fellow passengers on board who do not know swimming and are aware of the fact that the ship is surely going to sink.But they have some hopes of survival.They think their SOS signals will be responded soon (SOS signals are sent to GOD) and that there would be wooden planks, by the support of which they can reach the shore.
Time flies And there is hardly time for the unanswered questions.
The warning bell goes.Your heart starts beating faster.You suddenly seem to remember, some stuff ,God knows how.
And then there is this complete haste.You demand a supplement you write things that are asked, some that are not relevant.But you write,as if the sympathy runs in the ruthless,merciless examiner's blood.
You think that its a last chance and scribble the best that you can.
The paper that began in a neat legible handwriting, properly underlined and ruled with margins, ends up in a shabby,unclean writing that requires some special efforts by the examiner to be put in so as to read it out.
It seems to be encrypted in some special code language and the examiner is expected to decipher it.That examiner who is least bothered to give a second look to your answer sheet, to your writing- whether you have written in a Fibonacci sequence or simply shabby alphabets roped in together to form words that are loosely joined to make sentences that give rise to possibly meaningless answers.

Life’s Like That…!!!!!!!!!

Saturday evening has finally set in after a hot scortchy long day..I was stuck up in office with some seriously brianchewing work.The smell of the stinking yellow stale pages is lingering in my head and I just feel like running away from there. My client which displayed all, trust me all , characteristicks of a lazy lethargic Govt office and the employees never turned up on saturdys. Most of them were married females who were least bothered to spoil their otherwise splendid Saturdays by coming to this , yes, THIS office instead of catching up a good sound afternoon sleep, shopping in the evenings and splurging out.
And here I was amidst all such files and papers and the filth and the dirt that accumulated over these files since ages maybe.
The smell had taken a toll on me and my brains had become numb.
I just opened the blinds to peep out and I saw a beautiful twilight atmosphere. And that was it.I am leaving.i don’t care.
I said to myself and I wound up quickly and I left.
The thought that I have without much second thoughts ( I believe giving second thoughts always changes your original opinion), yes so I was saying, I just made up my mind and I left.
I was happy that I had kind of freed myself from the shackles of the dust clad stinking files.
But my little tiny mostly unused but still rusted brains couldn’t remember that it was a taxi strike and I have to travel in the normally overcrowded and today ‘s specially super overcrowded BEST bus, now the WORST BUS.
I came out and looked at the bus stop.It seemed like a swarm of bees waiting at the stop, for a bus to come and they are all set and ready to attack.
I decided to walk all the way. It was goin to be really long, but I guess that would be a little convenient option rather than to get in the bus flocked with such a mob that you will be squeezed in and you get a feeling that one more minute in the bus and you will have your intestines out.
So I started walking, rather dragging myself.
There was a chaos going on in my mind…Why the hell am I doing things that I don’t actually like, I don’t enjoy..?.Why am I stuck up here?..Why my luck is so bad..Why am I unfortunate?...why?...why?...why?....
I took in a deep breath and thought, “Life’s Like That”.
I just reached signal and there was this Shiny lustrous big car...(I wasn’t so much bohered to look into the intricate technical details of the car.)
A young gorgeous looking girl was busy writing something in her laptop.
Silky long hair, Corporate dressing..An epitome of the so called 21st century girl and all- Confident,Strong willed, Smart and Ready to Take on the Corporate world.
“What a life..” I said with a little jealousy creeping in as I thought..
I shook of the jealousy and walked off taking a right from the signal.
A girl came running towards me and there was this little boy running behind her ..On a careful second look I realized, the two kids were dressed in rags and were fighting over a piece of bread.
“what a life” I thought one more time..
This time with a tinge of Pity and sympathy for the innocent two toddlers.
Well I must really thank God fr having given me such a good life..Way better..
I ws touched by the fact that these little children never had the most enjoyable part of life-their childhood.
Bu there are things you cant help.
Feeling sad and helpless, I resumed my way back to the station.
I stopped looked at the long road that seemed endless today..and consoled myself to walk my way..
I desperately needed the famous “Cutting Chai” and so stopped at the roadside shop.
I ordered for a “Chai” and I saw a Girl and her Special Friend having tea.
She took the Tea glass from the Chaiwala and the glas was hot so she screamed an “ouch..”and the Boyfriend cum her rescue angel cum her bodyguard (god knows what all roles the guy has to play when he gets a girlfriend .).yeah..so the boy..the hero of the story steps in Immediately gets the glass from her and says.” Laga toh nahi naa sweetie”..Wow how sweet was tat..(I know those who have read my second blog will surely say- so finally snehal you have also got into this Coochie-Coo shweetiepie and shona stuff J) I agree.
The girl was being pampered and cared and showered with loads of affection and concern and love.. Oh my my ..
“What a Life” This time there was this feeling : How I wish even I had somebody to care for me, some special person to love and being loved..
Well life is like that…
What you want and what you desire, you get it but you have to struggle for it and then you know its value and what it means to you in your life.
I Looked in the watch, it was already half an hour since I left or maybe even a little more and I was just half way.
Just as I thought to speed up and head straight towards the station, I heard a loud noise-There was a construction site and the noise came in from a mechanic disruption from that site.
Since I was a kid, I always loved watching construction sites and I enjoy seeing the cranes work and how the brickwork becomes a Home Sweet Home.
There was this mason and his wife sh ring their food together in one plate.
They were very poor, lived a hand to mouth living.The wife was pregnant.
They weren’t in a position to support their own living but still they were keen to bring in a new life,.
That’s the spirit, That’s how life is. Maybe..
“what a life”..
I also came across a bunch of children-school going aged, tossing a ball and pushng each other,pulling each others clothes shouting and making noise, enjoying a carefree life, far from any responsibility, tension and stress.
“Wow What a life” I thought..
I crossed yet another street and I reached the Station.
The train was not so crowded as I had expected it to be.
I caught up my forty winks and hen headed home.
I rang the bell..once, twice, thrice..I could hear mom shouting “ ho ho aale aale”..
She opened the door.
I gaveher a tight hug and I said:”Thanx mo for wonderful life you have given me..WHAT A LIFE”..
Indeed What a life….Well Lifes full of so many lessons to be learnt, its full of moments of pleasure and pain, meeting and parting, loving and being loved,sharing and sacrificing.
Lifes like that….