Yes it was sure tough, but if I told that to the guy next to me ,he'd only think I had made a 'few' mistakes. You see,that's the problem with looking like a nerd - anybody would think I had read the entire volume of Brittanica Encyclopedia. Sigh! It's hereditary and because I want to uphold this nerdy tradition words like 'not bad' really come in handy.
So what else did I do besides swatting flies?? I went into a deep.. looong sleep:
"Hey bro! What are you doing here?"
la..la..la.."Hey Mummy ,Pappa..you too Uncle!"
la...la..la..hmm.. Why does my face feel wet ??
GOODNESS GRACIOUS ! I got up with a start. No,the examiner didn't pour a bucket over me, I actually..YUCK! slept over my own pool of saliva. Did the guy see it ? THE HECK I CARE!!
And so when got out of the hall, I saw thousands of parents waiting with hope for their children , and amidst them my Uncle. He had taken two days off from work.. for something I was cent percent sure I wasn't going to get through.
"How was it ?"
I could feel the ball of guilt in my throat. I took an oath that day-" I shall never write a competitive exam.
Of course it didn't last long. If all promises were kept ,the world would have been an honest place to live. I'm still at the game. It looks like it'll go on unto infinity...from bank tests to PSC's right down to anything I can mark as "a","b","c" or "d".
LONG LIVE COMPETITIVE EXAMS!!!