Life....

Three hours in an Examination Hall

Exams they say is a method of accessing

The knowledge we students are acquiring

the fact that the exams are starting…

Is one that is emotionally torturing

It gives me shudders to think before the paper

That I’ll be in the hall an hour later

With all the possible stamina I went on preparing

For the day which was slowly but surely approaching

Finally the day did arrive and in the morning I saw a rainbow

Since it was inauspicious…I went to the college with a suspicious toe

Something was wrong I was feeling

So I did my usual checking

Although my anxiety kept on increasing

Yet I couldn’t see what I was missing

My state of mind was full of confusion

And on receiving the question paper I discovered the reason

Which was the cause of my agitation

Coz for the wrong paper I’d done my preparation!

The question paper before me was one of History

While I’d expected it to be of Chemistry

My eyes forgot to blink and my heart beat stopped

I froze there in a state of shock

My body burnt with waves of fears

And my eyes changed into a cloud of tears

Even though I’d studied earlier

But the feeling of not revising made me feel more and more miserable

The invigilator questioned me seeing my state of fear

I fell short of words so I recoursed to tears

I narrated to him my sad state

And all I could do was to curse my fate

I was told to write whatever I know

Or else submit the paper or go!

This warning brought me back to my senses and my tears did stop

I picked up my pen and started writing non-stop

When finally I reached the second-last question

I thanked God for not sending anymore complication

But as something else was bound to happened

So it could not be altered and it did happen

I felt as if the cosmos conspiracy

On me ofcourse was full of poignancy

For my partner pushed his hand just a little bit

And ink from his open ink bottle flew over my answer booklet

My partner said sorry and cleaned the table

To wipe the cobwebs off my sorrowful fable

Then he said ‘sorry’ and resumed his writing

And I was left dumbstruck and gaping

I was staring at my paper and for myself I felt sorry

At the same time I was thinking about the word ‘sorry’

I was thinking how coolly you could commit a blunder

And then by saying sorry you could surrender

Then the invigilator tapped my head to hurry

And I realized I was here for a paper and not to think about ‘sorry’

I took a new supplement sheet and started afresh

Because time was less and I was left in a mess

I started again and asked God

Is there more or is that all?

I got ten extra minutes for continuation

Because the invigilator was aware of my pathetic situation

And surprisingly this paper I did pass

And what’s more…I topped the class!

posted by Bhaskar Azad @ 4:14 PM