Yet another exam. 😓
We have all wondered at some point in our life. What is the purpose of these exams ? To test us? And how exactly do they test us by asking us to learn and produce the same information in the same words?
I am sure the person who first thought of this system of exams would have wondered too. But then he would have thought “C’mmon Every one checks knowledge. Let’s test their memory” And see he was so right.
Yes . I can explain. What is the one thing all of us buy today? Mobiles. And what is the first thing that we see in a mobile. It’s speed and it’s memory. Right?
So? Do you realise? How far sighted our forefathers were! They made us give the same test of speed and memory.
I am sorry dear phone. For having judged you so much. And i am sorry other phones for not having bought you.☹
Thank you exam setters . Thank you. 😭
And yes one more thing. Screw you.😊😑
Let me remind you ,if it was not already crystal clear that We are Not machines. 🙆🏻
Each of us has a different capability in our own unique way.
But anyways. I am not the bashing kind. So you are forgiven. As it is , given the type you are , you are probably not reading it 😛
So lets forget the exam setters and other people. Let’s talk about ourselves.
Yeah. I am selfish. So lets talk about ourselves from my point of view 😂 ( do share yours too, please 😀)
A day in the exam hall
So the instant I walk into the Hall , I remember all my Gods. Not because I want an easy paper. Or strength to write down the exams. Because I want the most lenient and lazy invigilator. 😂.
After I have found the invigilator and judged him based on his past experiences , I take my seat.
A look is exchanged among all the near and dear neighbours. Time for true brotherhood man ! 🖐🏻High five.
Trust me , if the government departments would have even half the cooperation and understanding like friends in an exam hall..each country would be a better place to live 😂😄
Fine. Bring it on . Bring on the question paper.
The first instruction. Not all questions are compulsory.
Wow. Some blessed souls we are. 😍
And then I look at the questions.
Oh. Not all questions are compulsory , because I won’t be able to attempt the remaining 5 too.
So you need not answer all the questions. You can just laugh and laugh again at the little game played by the teacher. Laugh till you cry. Because eventually you will.
Now there I am with the question paper. As I start attempting I hear someone call me. My friends need me . I must go . I check out the angle of the face of the invigilator and turn to my friend. You have to be real quick at this. Q4 he asks. Back to paper. Oh yes i know it. I turn back my face to help the needy.
Now I don’t know if you have faced the same situation too , but every time I am about to open my mouth to either tell the answer or ask a question the billion dollar question hits me bang on. ” Should i shout? Or should I whisper? Will my voice echo??😳”.
It’s a life saving decision you need to take in a matter of seconds. Hopefully it’s the right choice you make so that you don’t have to repeat yourself.
And so an hour passes. I look around. Every one is busy . Some are racing with their pens. Others with their mind.
Ahh this cruel mind.😏
It makes sure it doesn’t drop a chance to not wander. Thoughts. All kind of them pop up in my mind. Doing exactly what I don’t want them to. So sometimes I will be humming a song I last heard. Or checking out guys and the dresses of girls. Man! Some girls do maintain their fashion sense even during exams😂
It’s the voice of some one that startles me and brings me back to reality. Mostly the squeal of the invigilator.
I rush back to the next question.
And I don’t know how weird or normal it is. But I completely forget the answer once I start writing it. It comes back in phases 😂
Then comes the most certain question. Obviously from the portion of syllabus you left. 😒
I look at the question. I knew it. I wouldn’t know the answer. But a guess sometimes works 😂😛
Slowly we move on to the last phase of our exams. The “last 30 minutes remaining”phase.
You know there are times when you exactly know what you are doing? 😊
Yes. This is definitely not one of those. 😂
I have no idea how many more questions remaining. Or what I thought i would frame their answers like.
The last 30 minutes bro!🖖🏻
You don’t think. You just vomit albeit with a pen, on the paper, trying your best to make it a legible and recognisable collection of words.
Often I think, it’s not being the most studious that helps you in an exam.( You are the most disturbed and disturbing fellow present though 😂). It helps if you are ambidextrous. 💪🏻
My knuckles are literally crying after today’s exam 🙄😂
Finally the 30 minutes over.
But actually no exam is over until there is that one guy or girl in the hall who goes “Mam please one minute more. Sir just last line.”.
And the others staring at them like “Was there so much to write? “😛
Then you come out of the examination Hall. You face a different kind of exam here. The reality. Because how hard you try not to , people will discuss. And they will make you realise that your answers are wrong. And that you screwed up😂😂😂
Oh wait. How I did forget to mention that one cool guy😎 who walks out of the examination Hall an hour before.
It sometimes hurts to see how lucky the people are who have given up on these worldly possessions 😂😂😂😂😂
Well this is how my experience is about… on a typical exam day in a typical Indian college or school.
I am sure your experiences would differ. Do share your opinions.There is no right or wrong here after all 😀