Sunday, September 5, 2010


Today is final year Math exam. The final paper of the whole 4 years. I woke up late in the morning to find out I haven't been preparing well. I depended on the first few hours of the final day to top up myself with formulas, but then, I got up stinkingly late.

I have a bus to catch in few minutes. The gap between the exams were way too much, such that I even forgot if I still used the college bus. If it was the public bus, I am in a much messier situation.

I had to get ready very quickly. Taking bath is "not" mandatory during exams. Got out of the bed, brushed in 3 secs, washed my face, finished my morning routine and was searching for some pressed cloths. None were in my cupboard. My brother was still asleep. Searched his cupboard to find a neatly pressed t-shirt. Pulled out a jean(who presses them anyways) from my cupboard and got ready.

Now I have this bus situation to solve. But I anyway called my friend who goes to college by car. He was the one almost responsible for this situation. Me and this friend of mine had a race on how many Movies we could finish watching "before" the exams are over.

When he reached, I was pretty sure he lost the movie race. But he was decently prepared for the exam. I was in a state of panic. Its a hour ride to the college. I made him tell what ever things he had prepared. Getting taught by someone is more effective than reading yourself, especially, just before writing the exam. This as well did not make much difference. He was a bad teacher and I was a very bad listener!

We reached the college. Many noticed I hadn't taken bath that day, assuming I did not waste a single minute. Only I know how badly I had prepared. No arrears, except for the final paper. Damn! Who will hire me now?! Apart from these, there were many other things running in my mind. Including the "horse head" scene from The Godfather, "Say what" scene from Pulp fiction, the office scene from Fight Club etc.

We are now sitting in the exam room. To make things worse, we had the toughest invigilator known to me, my mom!

Thats when I realized I was sleeping my ass off, in the middle of Sunday! Dreams can be lethal!

We never had a Math paper after first year. I did not travel in college bus after first year. We were never allowed to bring bikes or cars to college nor wear t-shirts. And I never used to watch that many movies during college days. Most importantly, I never use to miss my bath :) Missed my bus a plenty times though! Even though many facts weren't right, the feeling about the exams were.

Waking up after making a fool of myself in my dream, I realized I left my shoes in the terrace with the rain pouring in! I had asked my mom to wake me up if it rains, which she conveniently forgot.

It was while picking up the shoes I realized what a nightmare the exams used to be. If not for these stupid exams, I would love to go to college again!


I was thinking about the title for this post and came up with Examophobia. When I googled about it, there really is a wiki for it :)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Blue Crossed...

I always had a high value for Blue Cross of India, till tonight. What most of our area people had watched few minutes back, was not totally un-Indian way of dealing with animals, but it was totally inhumane.

One cow had escaped from its herd and ran straight in to my neighboring apartment. About 15 boys ranging from 7 to 20yr old came hunting for the cow, equipped with stones and ropes. Why stones? you may ask. The cow was supposedly caught from some forest, possibly for slaughter and it ran away from its certain death to finally get caught. They wanted the cow dead or alive and when they took it, its was some where in-between both. That answers why the stones.

Seeing a large crowd, the cow was naturally terrified and was attacking what ever it saw, including the neighbors gate. Seeing the terrified cow, the boys got terrified and attacked the cow. My dad, to some extent controlled them from both terrifying the cow and attacking it, till they caught it of course.

After some 30 minutes of drama, they finally caught the cow. But the cow did not want to give up. It was jumping its ass off. To control the jumping cow, the boys used all the ropes they had and tied every movable part of the cow. They in-fact bundled it in such a way that they can courier it to some other place. It was no more like a living thing, it was more of a parcel.

It was now I decided to call the Blue Cross, supposedly the only Animal lovers of our Country. I knew it was already late, but I also knew they had to wait for some transport to take back their hunt, which kind of bought me some time.

Blue Cross had two numbers in their site, which I tried repeatedly for few minutes. Finally one person answered the call. I explained him the situation. After hearing the whole story, he said, I will have to call the police station. I was really shocked. I then asked him what for you guys are there. For which he said, they only help animals that are hurt(and that too if the owner is around). What the hell do they call the animal which is tied up like a bundled heap of leather? I finally yelled at him and replaced the receiver.

Meanwhile their transport arrived to pick up their hunt and they left as a happy bunch. Humans cannot curb their love for meat, but there are many civilized way of feeding their desire. Are we civilized? asks Blue Cross. Are you worth your salt, asks me back to them.

p.s: Lesson learnt is, if something like this ever happens again, call the nearest Police station(never got through 100 though) and register a complaint. But I can be sure of one thing. The cops will arrive just in time to question you, not to save the animal from its fate. That's how fast they can act.