The Test

The word 'exam' is one which strikes fear in every students mind. We have given papers all our lives..and some where down the line we have asked oursleves why do we give so many papers? what good will it do to us? Answering that question is not the point of this post..infact if u have been reading this blog b4 u would know that there is really no point being made at all. The reason why i have written this is to share with u ppl the funnier experiences i have had in the exam hall..which i know might sound strange coz no body associates fun with exam halls...but who said that i conform to publicily accepted norms.

Many a times we sit for an exam knowing nothing abt what to write as a result we cheat a bit to pass. I admit that i am no saint and that i have cheated quite a few times in my life. There was this once when i went into the exam and found that the invigilator is a real 'pazham' as a result i decided to capitilize on her lack of tact on handling an exam and kept the text book under the table. Initally i was a bit nervous which is understandable as u can get into serious trouble if ur caught and there are many people who are ready to have a go at me when i do get caught...many. As a result i attempted the first part's questions without any 'help'....it was when i got to the second part that things started getting blank.

As planned when she walked out of the room to get some fresh air..that is when i strike. As soon she stepped out..out came the text. But there was only one problem...i had no idea as to where to look as u should know i studied crap for this exam. So i went straight to the index of the book and searched for the topic that currently left me stumped. As looking down and up everytime i checked the book was becoming a tedious exercise i decided to put the text on the table..and went thru it..i instantly got the respect of my junors and seniors(who were sitting with us during the exam)...just like that. As my friends got wind of my 'thorough research' they too wanted to get into the act aswell. Being a socialist i felt sharing the knowledge with them was the right thing to do..unfortunately i think i overdid it..as a result i had 2 sheets with me and a sheet with every guy around me..and it was time to return the paper...

When the teacher said "ok..all of u pens down.." i had just three sheets with me..what do i do..what do i do?? I finally had to beg and bribe and prey to get them back..and still i was a sheet short. She came over to me to collect as my roll number was 7 (damn my folks...why should my name have to start with 'A')...and in a moment of brilliance my friend just threw the paper at my face and i grabbed it and tagged all in a matter of a second and handed it over to her...sheer brilliance it was..

The unforuntate part of the story was that depsite my best efforts..i ended up getting only 52% and the guys around me flunked big time...so i guess it's true when people say..Crime doesn't pay..