I woke up and realised I had a question remaining to be done on the paper. It was easy to see, since I had made ugly gashes over the questions that I had already attempted... the RA stared at me... but was too psyched to say anything. The paper was irritating, but at least it was doable, unlike some other subjects of mine that were a huge pain in the WrONg place. I rubbed my eyes open and finished it off... with all the satisfaction of a man, who is free. I leave the hall an hour early and suddenly, the world is heaven... the heat didnt matter anymore... finally.... I inch towards my bed, and suddenly, I get a text message:
"The measurement papers
have been evaluated. Please
go to Vasuki Madam and
verify your grades. - Nalin"
Suddenly and without warning, I felt the strongest urge to kill myself. NO... it was'nt just about not being able to sleep... it was my grade... I put on 'my' shirt, and left hostel, with only one thing in my mind... I need at least 42 on 70 to pass this paper. I started to pray... I'm wondering why situations like this get the best behaviour out of me... It was super hot.... I buttoned up my shirt... the war was on....
42 was a big deal... 42 aint easy for how bad the measurements paper was...:
FlaShBack:
My fingers were sweating... I was thirsty and my finger hurt... I was hungry, I was sleepy, I was irritated... I was trying to find one good reason why I fucked the paper up. I looked at the drawing at the back of a question paper... I was getting good at this. Walking out on a prof's paper is the worst mistake you can ever do in your life... If you plan to clear it someday... So I stayed there... and made some productive use of my idle time...
So now, I'm standing in front of her Office with Rahul Sharma... I can hear the class topper inside... he's eating her head for every question... These class toppers are such bastards... they get the highest marks in the class, and as if it were'nt enough... cried and threw tantrums untill they increased them by so many marks... "HELLO!!! a HunDred is the MAX...". Some more noise... The door swings open with a thud on the inside... The topper, and the other non toppers walked outside... She asks me to SIT doWn......... (heartbeat... heartbeat).... Whats my roll no.?
"ic10422 madam..."
"You have very low internals... 8 on 30..."
I can do the math... 42 on 70... 42 on 70...
"Ye-YeASs... madam"
She hands me the paper... I blink... it shook in my hand... and I saw the total... 49... There was god somewhere.... I rushed through the pages, to see if there were some extra marks added somewhere... NO WAY.... 49... I stopped checking.... a D baby.... I returned her the answer sheet, and flashed a smile...
"So... any corrections...??"
"No, madam... everything is fine... thank you."
I walked towards the door and opened it... wanting to run for joy... She called out in the background just before I left...
"49... you did well....(pause).... this time..."
The smile evaporated from my face.
"The measurement papers
have been evaluated. Please
go to Vasuki Madam and
verify your grades. - Nalin"
Suddenly and without warning, I felt the strongest urge to kill myself. NO... it was'nt just about not being able to sleep... it was my grade... I put on 'my' shirt, and left hostel, with only one thing in my mind... I need at least 42 on 70 to pass this paper. I started to pray... I'm wondering why situations like this get the best behaviour out of me... It was super hot.... I buttoned up my shirt... the war was on....
42 was a big deal... 42 aint easy for how bad the measurements paper was...:
FlaShBack:
My fingers were sweating... I was thirsty and my finger hurt... I was hungry, I was sleepy, I was irritated... I was trying to find one good reason why I fucked the paper up. I looked at the drawing at the back of a question paper... I was getting good at this. Walking out on a prof's paper is the worst mistake you can ever do in your life... If you plan to clear it someday... So I stayed there... and made some productive use of my idle time...
So now, I'm standing in front of her Office with Rahul Sharma... I can hear the class topper inside... he's eating her head for every question... These class toppers are such bastards... they get the highest marks in the class, and as if it were'nt enough... cried and threw tantrums untill they increased them by so many marks... "HELLO!!! a HunDred is the MAX...". Some more noise... The door swings open with a thud on the inside... The topper, and the other non toppers walked outside... She asks me to SIT doWn......... (heartbeat... heartbeat).... Whats my roll no.?
"ic10422 madam..."
"You have very low internals... 8 on 30..."
I can do the math... 42 on 70... 42 on 70...
"Ye-YeASs... madam"
She hands me the paper... I blink... it shook in my hand... and I saw the total... 49... There was god somewhere.... I rushed through the pages, to see if there were some extra marks added somewhere... NO WAY.... 49... I stopped checking.... a D baby.... I returned her the answer sheet, and flashed a smile...
"So... any corrections...??"
"No, madam... everything is fine... thank you."
I walked towards the door and opened it... wanting to run for joy... She called out in the background just before I left...
"49... you did well....(pause).... this time..."
The smile evaporated from my face.
--
Ajwad
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