Look at me, look where I’m in. Here I am at my study table,
desperately fighting to keep a job, which I’m not very fond off. This is one of
the strangest paradox I know of, and it’s happening to me! I’ve to score a
minimal 50% and have to mug up a lots of names, numbers, dates, figures and
rationales for that. I feel so old to do it & the life is so cruel to me.
There was a ‘test-it’ test prior to this and I scored a whooping 33%. Now you know where I am ended
to.
Now as far as my compatriots are concerned, they would come
up with clichés like ,’Dude I have screwed it pretty big’. You would sigh with
relief that there’s someone to share your misery in spite of the feeling of a
weird déjà-vu. When the results are out
the exclamation would be, ‘Dude, I managed to scrape through’. The margin of
scrape through is best left to imagination. Anyways I will be left alone to
contemplate my plight- the typical Mallu hypocrisy. My real issue is I would be
fooled by the question paper. It gives me an impression that I would score the
highest- leaving be pathetically deprived when results are out.
I’ve been like this all my life. Exam has always been a
struggle. I was never of the ‘group-study’ type as crowds make me fidget. For
me to by-heart is extremely painful. So I have to spend long hours working
through small passages repeatedly. I always envied people who have to put only
half my efforts. One such guy , from my college, used to screw all the girls he
could get his hands on & pick up fights with all sundry guys. But he
cleared every imaginable exam and today works with the Central Banker. Who said
hard work reaps benefits.
When I closed the last exam of my college five years ago, I promised
myself not to bother myself again with these. I dreamt of retiring to some
sunset beach. Life had something else in store for me. I might have spent a
lion’s share of my free time and money to appear for exams- MBA, Bank exams, PG
exams, interviews. Next week I would appear for the Armageddon where the 50%
mark is to be met or else I’m going to be booted out. I suspect the big shots
have developed some sadistic pleasure in seeing poor guys sweat and fret it
out.
(To be continued...)
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Seen you here after ailing time
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