Today I’m going to tell you a story about a boy called Manny.

When Manny was in 9th standard, his father told him, “Look Manny, these next two years are very important. You should study really hard now, 11th and 12th will be a lot better then. I promise.” He had many hobbies, but he was mainly interested in painting and drawing. His father told him, “Look, you will have a lot of time to paint and draw later in life. For now you should work hard in school so you can get settled in a nice high school.” So Manny decided to give less importance to his hobbies and decided to study. He wanted to achieve this supposedly great state of being, a state which his father called being settled.

Soon enough, he was facing his 10th boards. He braved each and every exam, acing all of them. He scored a perfect 10 CGPA. Manny was happy. Manny’s father was happy. Manny wrote various entrance tests to try to get accepted into a coaching institute, a place where he would be trained for more entrance tests. He eventually managed to get into one which was considered the best in his city.

Manny was happy. Manny’s father was happy. Manny’s father told him, “Son, these next two years are very important. You should study really hard now, university will be a lot better then. I promise.” He now had only two hobbies, painting and drawing. His father told him, “Look Manny. You will have a lot of time and avenues to pursue your hobbies later in life. You need to focus on your studies for now, so you can get settled in a nice college.” So Manny decided to give less importance to painting and drawing and decided to study. He was now even more intrigued by this strange but attractive state of being, which was being settled.

What all he could do once he was settled. He could live his life to the fullest when he was settled. He was waiting for that time.

Manny studied really hard the next two years. He gave very less importance to his hobbies and focused even more on his studies. He gave his entrance exams, and managed to secure a ‘seat’ in a very prestigious engineering college. Manny was happy. Manny’s father was happy. At the same time, because of his work painting and drawing, he also managed to get admission into a very prestigious art school. Manny was happy.

Manny’s father told him, “Look son, you should study engineering. You should become an engineer, only then can you be settled. You will have a lot of time for art and craft later in life. For now your focus should be on getting settled.” So Manny decided to study engineering. Manny’s father was happy.

During his engineering, Manny had lots of opportunities to explore the arts. He got internship offers, he got freelance opportunities. Manny was happy. He consulted his father about each of these, and his father told him, “Look son, you’ll have lots of these opportunities once you are settled. For now you should focus on your studies and try to get opportunities which can help you get settled.” Manny’s father arranged internships for him in all the best tech firms around the country every summer. Manny worked all these internships every summer. Manny’s father was happy. Manny now only thought about his hobbies, about when he would paint and draw. He would pick up a pencil and paper every once in a while, and doodle something. He would then remember his father’s words, and immediately continue studying.

Manny graduated engineering after four years with a CGPA of 9.86. Manny was indifferent. Manny’s father was at first a little disappointed, but then eventually happy. Manny had gotten an offer from one of the greatest tech firms in the country to work for them. Manny’s father told Manny, “Look son, you need to accept that offer. Only then can you really get settled.” Manny had considered pursuing the arts now that his engineering was over, but was tempted by the possibility of getting settled if he took a job.

Manny decided to accept the offer. The time for art was later, once he was settled. He decided to work for some time and pursue the arts later, once he had some stability, and more importantly, once he was settled. Manny’s father was happy.

Manny worked for two years in that company before he was offered a promotion. He accepted it. ‘If I take this promotion, I’ll be earning more. I’ll be closer on my way to get settled. I can pursue art then.’

Manny worked five more years in that company.

One day, Manny’s father asked him, “Son, what are your plans for getting married? Your mother and I have found a girl for you. We would like you to meet her. We think she’s a girl you can settle with.” Manny ended up marrying the girl. One step closer to being settled, he thought.

Manny worked five more years in his company. He climbed the corporate ladder and eventually he was made vice-president. Manny was happy. Manny’s father was happy.

Manny’s father asked him, “Son, what are your plans for having kids? I think you are settled enough to give us some grand-children.” Manny had his first child the next year. He had a boy. Manny was happy. Manny’s father was happy. Almost settled, he thought. Almost settled.

Manny had now forgotten about his long-lost passion for the arts.

When Manny’s son was in the 9th standard, Manny told him, “Look son, these next two years are very important. You should study really hard now, 11th and 12th will be a lot better then. I promise.”

I’m going to conclude this by quoting, well, myself:

“BTech is love, BTech is life. BTech is the root to good dowry and wife.”


KCET Chemistry 2014 : What The Hell Was That?

Hey guys.

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?


The Bed Office at my CET centre. Must be good to work there.
The Bed Office at my CET centre. Must be good to work there.


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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