Memories of an examination hall

The day: today

The sun was utmost kind not to wake me up in the morning and I though the sun god himself thought that I should sleep a few more minutes before I get ready for my examinations due for the day.

Computer programming has always been a problem for a student who finds computers useful only for famed orkut, seriously why should I program something which I can use for eternity…I closely hated programming only next to hatred itself.

Reason one… I couldn’t understand the terms like stdio.h ,conio.h..and all the other megastructure.h, spinningwheel.h

Reason two: the main one because I had five units to study from a book called MuniRatnam, RameshBabu (nothing wrong with the book but only my attitude) My fellow students have been preparing the whole of previous day and giving me updates of their ordeal with the books and the different programs which were monstrous as multiplying two matrices and finding whether give number is palindrome or not. I mean why should I find out whether a number is a palindrome or not, is it a matter which will increase my falling intelligence to the ranks of Newton, you might quite argue that a person who does not even know what a palindrome must never compare himself to the greatness of the father of various sciences.

I did try of course to study some parts of the subject, but I really couldn’t get the programs into my head, what I did I came online and read half a dozen blogs about Jerusalem and reviews of certain b-grade bloopers in Hindi cinema which will never help me in passing computer programming

Though the journey from my house to my college took about an hour and a half, the time was used up in discussing the duck out of Sourav Ganguly and the replacement of Sachin Tendulkar by Mohammed Kaif and the sorry state of farmers in remote china.

Even when one of my friends forced me into reading a few detail answers my mind wandered in the wilderness supported by my axons covered with thick myelin.

Only when I reached the gates of my college (dubbed the great gate) did a sinister liquid which from time to time visited my stomach remerged and I feared the outcome of the examination.

I began asking serious looking students how much the minimum marks were and what would the college do if I fail to pass or in other words I succeed in failing.

Then a voice inside me, a voice so clear and booming, a voice better than Amitabh Bacchan spoke to me from the region which has been called the left chest,

It said “Oh Satyeki…are you sleeping”

“I was until you called” I said to my chest.

“You are now about to face the toughest examination of your life in which if you fail the whole world will cast a black mark in your report card, all your friends will isolate and recommend you to be transferred to St. Helena, nasty people will call you by nasty names and laugh around you and dance with hands held high in the sky singing songs which could bring down even the confidence of Barack Obama, you will be regarded even more dumb and your parents would fail to realize the birth of such an unintelligent son, these are the outcomes of the examination, do you understand what I said ”

I thought about what reaction to give for two minutes and decided not to give a reaction mainly because the first bell had rung the division bell.

Halfway into the examination I had nothing else to write, or I had written the same thing again and again with extra words like important, beneficiary,system,function,structure etc etc etc.

I couldn’t understand a whole question altogether when two movies came to my mind, as to why these movies came to my memory has nothing to do with the above specified question but only my random thinking.

One was a super hit telegu movie called Super, which I sat through even though I did not know a syllable of the language but did not move from the chair only due to the presence of Ayesha Takia and the song with the yellow-orange saree (anyone seen the songs, we will discuss about this further in Suleka forum, the movie was hopeless as usual)

The other was a classic by genius Cho called Mohammed Bin Tuglaq a complete satire on the political situation of the country, if you thought Shakespeare was the only relevant playwright try Cho and what a brilliant comedy that was…three thumbs up..please do watch it.

As to the examination hall it was quite spacious enough to occupy three branches of engineering and yes that’s about it I will pass only if Jesus Christ evaluates my newspaper as I know ‘JESUS IS KIND and JESUS LOVES YOU.’

Sorry I didn’t mean to bring Christ into my nonsense blog, but I write what comes to my fingers.

Pray for me

Satyeki