Say E for Exams!

"Remember Remember, the sixth of November for that is when my
semesters start.
And I find no reason why my exam season should ever be forgot."


This is just a famous statement from an epic movie called V for Vendetta, that I morphed a little to suit my troubled semester scenario. The big month has passed. We dreaded the month, we fought our way through it or rather crawled our way through it, but heck, now we are done, and boy, aren't we happy! I have said enough and more about my fancy educational system, but eventually when it all boils down to the big picture, we sure can't do much when we come to our exams, but put our hearts into it and give it our best. On the whole, I'd say I did a decent job. Frankly, for the kind of effort that I could muster, my class topper would have done better writing with his left hand, but hey, I am strictly not the kinds who choose my second revision over the final six balls of an action packed cricket game. I choose all fifty overs and then start hunting for my books.


It was a bright start, my first exam. See, there's this thing called effort and then there's thing called luck. When it comes to Anna University, you either give the former a full hundred percent, or spend your life at the church asking for a lot of the latter. Unfortunately for me, I give my best when it comes to the former, and then the latter is given in generous measure to everyone else in class. As usual, my percentage hovers around the same old vicinity. This time around, I can't really say how much of the former I gave or how much of the latter I got. Basically, I just hope both strike a chord. But then I realize that means I am again asking for the latter, because hope is just a decorative synonym for luck isn't it? Wait a minute, this is too confusing.


For those of you who have no clue what I study, I do Electrical and Electronics Engineering. If you've gotten through reading the entire name of my course in one breath, I suggest you give professional singing a shot. Everyone says that my course is comparatively the toughest. Because every other person who asks me for my course cracks the same 'You're gonna be an electrician?' joke. If so many of them have struggled to pass and landed up as electricians, it must be a tough course. Maybe it is, but I guess I'm doing quite fine and dandy. The only problem is, the dorks who frame the question paper somehow psychologically track what I know. And quiz me on the rest. I mean, the dorks are so thorough in their work that even if I study the book inside out, they ask what's out of portion and stump me again. At the end of it all, I'm done now and I'm a happy man. And hey, I think I might make a good electrician. I correctly fixed a bulb on the holder and all last week.