The boy who screwed......his exam

I am waiting for the invigilator to hand the question sheet over to us. As I wait, for him to do so, a nagging thought haunts my already exhausted brain. "Have I done enough?" was what i kept on asking myself. I recollected the events of the last few days. We had a three day holiday (Good Friday + weekend) before our maths and chem exams. I remember how I resolved to use the first two days for chem and the remaining day for maths. I remember that every time I sat down to read the writings of Mr. Boyd and Mr. Lee, I would either doze off or end up doing something totally unrelated, to which cause my laptop contributed a lot ( I know its time I introduce you common folks to her (yeah! It's a 'she'!), but I have been postponing it to a more opportune moment (read I am too lazy to write about her) ).
The invigilator hands out the paper with a broad smile, reminding me of an evil alter ego of Santa Claus handing out doom and despair. I receive the paper with a mechanical smile. I go through the questions.
"Hmmm....Doesn't seem so tough."
"Ah! Vaska's complex!! I'm sure I know that one. I just went through it before the exam."
"Let me try to recollect it....Brain do your thing!!"

Several seconds later.....

"I'm sure I read it! What the hell is it?"

As is sit on the bench, trying to recollect question after question, it seemed futile, just like chasing a mirage. It seemed as though all memories of chemistry had been pushed deep into my sub conscience or worse......deleted. I manage to scribble down some answers to a couple of no-brainers which I hoped would elevate my marks to a decent two digits. And with ten minutes left for the bell, I have successfully not solved the last question.
As I come out of the hall, I see a lot of happy faces. I hear words like 'easy', 'peace max' floating around. Some of them ask me how the paper was. I feel like bashing their skulls on to the wall next to them, but I resist this sudden urge, and manage to utter one single word - "Bad".

"Bad"

One of the biggest understatements to slip the tongue of a human being. I don't feel the emotions that I should feel. I feel a certain numbness, the reason for which I can't begin to fathom. Then as I cycle to the hostel, I think of some of the questions and the answers start flowing automatically. I can't help but feel a little bit amused at the timing.
How can someone who once was so sure that he had answers to all the questions, now become like this? As I enter my room, I decide to record this memory somewhere and what better place than my own blog?

Q and A session

As the nri population here is extremely low (even lower than the no. of proper females!!! ) and due to poor knowledge of geography, people here have been known to ask really dumb questions. I enlist a couple of them.

"Where are you from"
"Dubai"
"Maharashtra, right?"

"Hey, you're the guy from dubai, right?"
"Yep, that would be me."
"Damn!! I didn't know saudis wrote the jee!!"

and my personal favorite--

"Did you go to school on camels or did you guys have cars there?"

Intro

Wassup world!!!......a new blog is born today.

By the way, my name is Intro, doing electrical engg at iit madras.

This blog is dedicated to all the little people of the world who make absolute nonsense all the time. But do please forgive me, if I do make sense once in a while, because I have been prone to make sense occasionally.
So ladies, gentlemen, pigs and kittens, I would advise you to watch this space.