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[{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457328723470","data":" 6:30 AM <\/b><\/p> An acoustic guitar playing your favorite number.Sounds sweet right?Now how about the same thing as your alarm tone?God forbid you'll start hating the same lovely piece of music.I partly opened my eyes and my mobile's bright screen made me a bit uneasy.<\/p>6:30 am. <\/b><\/p>Hit snooze.Back to sleep.\n\n6:40 AM \nFunny thing about engineers.It takes us more than a scheduled alarm to wake up.The same acoustic guitar played again.Now I hit the snooze on my mobile without even opening my eyes. \n<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457328840874","data":"6:50 AM<\/b><\/p>Well, there comes a time when you eventually have to give up the sweet warm bed and rub your eyes.I put on my spectacles and as a Chinese Kung Fu fighter's instincts, I picked up my mobile to check my WhatsApp. There was an avalanche of good morning texts and then there was Ravali, reminding me of my M1 supplementary.I rubbed my eyes underneath my specs.I was like a ninja; quick, fast, swift and all. <\/p>7:30 <\/p>All set with the hall-ticket and a cap-less pen with my small backpack.My route bus is 16C.It's a miracle if you happen to find one and it's a Christmas miracle if you happen to find a seat in it.I tried to push myselves inside in vain and I had to hang out of the door on the foot-board. The bus was all hustle bustle with the usual transit passengers.I was wondering how an exam used to be when I was a kid.All the tension and tremendous turmoil even for a half yearly.I chuckled to myselves as I shoved my bus pass to the conductors face like everyone else.  <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457328886642","data":" 8:45 AM<\/b><\/p>Walking the hustle roads of Hyderabad requires great skills as you see,well,it's Hyderabad.I walked briskly along the road towards the KMIT lane.Exam Centre. I'm actually from SVIT.We usually get Shadan College of Science and Technology For Women as the exam centre but this time, it was,well,here,at KMIT. But none of it makes any difference to me. As both are equidistant to me.I wonder how the founders of this college had this idea of fitting this college in the narrowest lane possible for a big college like it.It feels like passing the platform 9 3\/4 to enter the Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter books.I entered the gates and all the lawns were filled with students.The scene was like a villain's lair back in the 80's. Except that these people are armed with bulky All In Ones than hefty AK 47's.Well,as if there is any difference.I smiled at the very thought of that and walked past a puzzled Shadan college girl who might be thinking I'm some crazy idiot.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457328973448","data":"\"Because I'm happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof \" <\/i><\/p>My phone rang.It's Kishore. ' Kidar hain macha?(Where are you, bro?)' 'I just got here, I'll be in the canteen.Come directly in there.'                                                                                                                                                  I put my mobile back inside my jeans pocket and walked to the canteen.There he was.sitting majestically at a table preoccupied with his own all in one writing something on a small piece of paper. Sardar Ratan Pal Singh I know two people.Sameena and Ratan al. Sameena is my friend and Ratan Pal is my senior.Different right? But they have one thing in common.The way they speak Telugu makes you totally forget their respective ethnicity. I went and sat down beside him. 'What exam do you have today?' he looked at me with something of a little amusement.He knew it was my first supli. 'M1' I said pulling out my own All In One. 'Well you might want to be sure with the starting two units.' he said. 'I tried' I stopped opening my book and said to him'But come ON, I jus can't'Told him pointing the big bulky book to him.He laughed and continued with his work.Reading the book is one thing and taking such advice from seniors is another.Though I never tried to implement any of those.But listening is all we do. Kishore came into the canteen.Opened his own copy of the almighty All In One. 'I didn't even open the book yesterday macha.' There were despair and helplessness in his voice.We all have that one friend who helps us understand the important questions at the last minute of an exam thereby increasing our confidence in passing that subject.But the painful point is, we won't have that friend anywhere around a supplementary examination as he would have long passed the exam.I looked around the surroundings and recon the people who were all serious into their books and a few eating their late breakfasts.  <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1457329374207","data":"56dd14ed6a7f6"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457329393701","data":"<a href=\"http:\/\/wpmedia.ottawacitizen.com\/2016\/01\/falconridge.jpeg?quality=55&strip=all\" target=\"_blank\">Image Source<\/a> <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457328984794","data":"9:50 AM<\/b><\/p> Like the Jews entering gassing chambers during the holocaust, we all entered the exam hall slowly.It usually takes me a minute or two to find my room.It was already filled with my clueless classmates.I found my selves sitting beside a Hijab-clad Shadan College girl. At 10 AM, as usual, the papers were distributed.I looked at the paper as if it were a divorce notice.I flipped it back and forth.I quickly glanced around the room looking at my clueless classmates.Even the somewhat intelligent ones looked crass. <\/p>'What do you want?'the fat<\/p> 'Nothing'I said and looked back into my paper.The attendance sheets were passed around which gave all of us a few seconds to glance at each other and convey our turmoil to one another through facial expressions.But we all had one another guy who did a bit more than that. Sanjeev was beaming at any possible person looking at him.That bastard certainly's got chits hidden somewhere.But I was calm as I knew what was gonna happen next. He looked at each and every person possible. 5 mins more.He tried calling Hasan who was staring at his paper blankly might be trying a Jedi Trick on the paper.3 mins more.He looked at me and laughed stupidly.I smiled back.2 mins more. He tried calling Hasan yet again.The invigilator gave him a very stern look to which he just smiled. 1 min left.He tried hissing towards Hasan. He turned back. 0 mins. The invigilator came and snatched Sanjeev's paper. 'No more exam for you.You've written enough'She said. 'But I was asking for an eraser ma'am' he tried protesting.She didn't listen.He walked away from the room cursing the inviz under his breath.I looked back to my paper and started writing the stuff I thought I remembered. <\/p>Engineering Advice #1:<\/b> Try filling a number of pages to look as though you know about the stuff given even though you don't. <\/p>Engineering Advice #2:<\/b>Try to sophisticate your answer.Try not to forget you're an engineer. <\/p>I always find it hard to fill papers as I cannot write more than what I know.It is difficult enough to write what I know.How the hell am I supposed to write what I don't?  <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1457329002555","data":"11:30 AM <\/b><\/p>One and a half hour into the exam I found my selves humming a random green day song amidst striking off the remaining papers on my answer booklet.Well, at least, I tried.Right? Feeling smug, I handed over the paper to the inviz and walked out of the room.Half of the room was already empty.I found my bag waiting for me outside the room.I dumped my belongings into it and started walking downstairs.Exactly one room down, There sat yet another friend of mine, Abby, that mofo, sitting on the first bench and scribbling fast and furiously all of the contents in his small insignificant chit under his desk.I called out for him. He tried not to look. Kishore came down and he joined me in mocking the big sack bag.He looked at us and laughed stupidly.We gave up and came outside and sat down on a lawn. Slowly,one by one, the building emptied. and all of my Crassmates, sorry, Classmates started gathering around.A few discussing what they wrote and few(Us) discussing how well we screwed up.Then as a combined effect, Epiphany struck us that this is a vicious cycle and we are going to do this yet again. It was 12:30 by the time Kishore offered me a ride to the main road. I turned on my mobile and there were a couple of missed calls.<\/p> \"Because I'm happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof \"<\/i> <\/p>My phone rang. It was Ravali , the only friend with an optimistic approach to me getting a backlog. I swiped to take the call. <\/p>'How did you write?' she asked <\/p>'I think I'll pass' <\/p>'You think?' <\/p>'Yeah, I'll pass.Listen, I'll call you when I get home.' I pushed my mobile phone down into my pocket and Kishore was saying something about an event. He waited till I got a bus and he went away. I turned to look back at the college lane as students began to pour out and thought of how narrow was the concept of backlog we all had in our minds.  <\/p>"}]

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