As you all know, yesterday and today were the days of the exam that 23244.23*10-23 moles of students had been preparing for since 2 years back. All those hours of strenuous study were to be culminated in the four (or three, if Bio is not your thing) exams held over the course of the past two days. All those days of preparation were to be tested in these exams. One’s rank in the KCET will determine which college one joins, if at all. (Actually, any rank will definitely get an engineering seat, seeing as to how there are more engineering seats than takers for them. I can’t say the same for medical though.) And as we students of Indian parents all know, this is pretty much a life or death situation. The outcome of this one exam (out of many, though) will initiate a chain reaction which will affect (including but not limited to) your student life for the next four years, the job you get, the kinda girl who will agree to marry you, the kinda boss you will likely have, how happy your parents will be with you… I can go on. I won’t though. You get my drift. (I also hope you get my sarcasm, for all the serious ones in you who are quick to pick up a comment fight.)
It’s also the difference between an office and a bed office. Obviously, we want the latter right?
I think we’ve established how important this exam is. But why am I here writing about this? We know this already, don’t we? I’m here to write about Chemistry. Oh Chemistry, you beauty. I’m gonna write about you today.
It was 12pm when I finished my physics exam. It went alright-ish, I couldn’t change anything about it anyway so I chose not to think about it. I saw my mum outside the exam hall, and then we went to McDonald’s to grab a quick lunch, because I was hungry as hell after all those fast paced 60 questions that daunted me just an hour and a half prior. It was quite an uneventful lunch, save for the small conversation I had with two friends of mine while waiting our turn at the cashier. The place was absolutely PACKED with students though. It was as if a big student bird laid an egg in that particular McD’s and that egg had just hatched, to give out dozens of adolescent males and females thronging the cashier there, with absolutely no sense of making a queue. (yeah, in such a humongous McD’s, there was only one order counter. During lunch time. Yeah.)
After having that small (it wasn’t really, I had a pretty large burger. It was awesome.) lunch, I had to spend an hour waiting to start writing this god-forsaken chem exam. ‘Just one last’, I thought. ‘It should be fine, it’s just CET. The questions will be direct. I can hope for a decent-ish score.’ Oh, how wrong was I. I had no books to revise from, but thankfully I had my phone. I spent exactly an hour sitting on the roadside browsing Reddit, exploring Facebook and replying back to some mails (yeah, I use mails. I’m old school.) and then I went inside the Basaveshwara Composite PU College to sit down at my place.
It looked like I was slightly late. Almost everyone had occupied their place already. Anyhoo, I proceeded to sit and soon after the invigilator handed me my OMR. I honestly wasn’t so nervous at first. That feeling changed once I got my question paper though. Once that hallowed bell rang (seven, eight times) at 2:40pm, I started to open my paper. I tore off the seal. “This should be alright”, I thought. So naïve of me.
I looked at the first question. Sweat started dripping down my temples. “It’s alright, just the first one. The others will be easier.” Oh, so naïve of me.
To say the paper was tough would be an understatement. It was as if the KEA paper-setters had a meeting and decided “You know what would be fun? Let’s make this year’s paper anything but of CET standards. That’ll shock people. It’ll be funny!” The paper struck me like the auto-rickshaw that almost crashed into my car this morning. Except that it didn’t almost crash, it actually did.
Somehow, I managed to finish the paper through a combination of guesswork, calculated guesswork, and the application of a skilled craft known as ‘eenie meanie’. A lot of the last one actually. When I stepped out of the exam hall at 3:55pm, I was treated to the shocked faces of all my exam-mates (what do you call them?). Everyone looked like their kidneys were stolen from them. It was… weird. The atmosphere had a strange air to it.
After getting into an auto-rickshaw, I saw I had a missed call from a friend of mine. On calling her I learnt that the paper’s horribleness was true for her as well. I checked Facebook. Somebody had already posted about it. It was starting, the reaction.
Wow, what a paper. Just… wow.
Also, I think you’d wanna listen to this song of mine. It’s about the plight of the students studying for these exams, me included.
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