I dunno what the time is. Its been long though. I guess I've been sitting in this non descript classroom forever. If you've been compelled to write pages on a dry subject called E.V.E for 3 hours, probably you'd sympathize my plight. It is supposed to be the "Board of Intermediate Education" Public Exam on Environmental education. A hefty name for the really well i dunno what word to use but ya a kinda stupid exam. I'm just done with my paper; gone through all the formalities of filling up my details and blah, checked my answers and tied up my booklet. The examiner is sitting on the last bench busy making funny faces at the wall. Wonder why's he wearing a cap! I probably have the best seat in the whole classroom. And I'm truly grateful for it! Right in front of a window. There's some graffiti scrawled all over the glass pane and the noises from outside make me feel like i'm sitting on the main road. There's a motor drilling since the past million seconds, city buses honking their way to glory and motor vehicles in a race to win the next formula one! In short, everyone's busy minding their own business. The hawkers are selling their wares, the women at the roadside cafe are washing the dishes, the auto wallahs are looking for passengers and there's also a flag of some union fluttering lazily on the pole of a garish orange building. Its another busy Monday morning in the city. The scene in the classroom is hardly worth describing. Majority of the students are in eager anticipation of a signal from the examiner to dump their manuscripts and get out of the depressing building. A few are day dreaming idly.. probably of food and places without four walls. And there's also a small tricolor stuck on the black board, a marker of the republic day celebrations of last week. Ironically in a place infamous for curbing the right to express, right to freedom and right to practically everything. I now have this horrid feeling that if i don't get out of this place soon, i might rot. Decompose into nothingness. I actually don't get the point of even bothering to write this exam! I had to describe my favorite festival (which actually is very hard to pick among the hundred we celebrate every year!) and the environmental links and blah blah attached to it, an essay on globalization and agriculture, some random points on the ozone holes and how to harness wind energy. Stuff we've been reading. learning and writing for centuries! And everyone knew the paper anyways! It'd probably have been more fun if we had to demonstrate it i guess. Anyway, the exam once done is done. Chapter closed. And now I'm just sick of sitting here. Seems like an eternity just passed by. The next time you are forced to write an exam like this one which basically is a waste of paper, time and almost everything, remember to carry some polo. You at least have something to do. The whole act of eating some of it stealthily when the examiner is not looking and all is more interesting i suppose.
Oh wait! I guess it was the cue from the examiner to submit our papers. And thats also my cue to sign off now..
At a random exam hall on the 31'st of January.
Amazing!
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