Chhuttiiiii

I am revising in the auto hoping to glean some more important points when I realise that I am slightly hungry. I remember how I really do not feel like writing the paper when I am hungry. I cannot be hungry while writing the exam. I glance at the upper left corner of my mobile's screen. It is 1:44. 16 minutes to go before the exam. I am confident that I will make it in time. Fortunately, I do not live far. Also, fortunately, the autowala is not slow. I continue revising, my peripheral vision on the road. I plan that I will go to the shop on campus via the short path and get an Oreo. That is the only vegan edible with enough calories there. Eat two then go to the class. 

Upon reaching the college, near the entrance, I see a guy revising on a scooty with an open notebook in his lap. 'That's a nice exam look,' I think to myself. 'Nice exam vibe..' 

Outside the class I find my two friends who always revise till almost the last moment on campus, taking out the exam utensils from their bag. I haphazardly do the same seeing that the invigilator is already calling us inside and the supervisor outside telling us to hurry. 

One of my friends wishes me the best and I thank her. She wishes me again with a questioning emphasis. I thank her again without a second thought. The third time I look back at her as she says "Dude! Maine all the best bola," and I realise that I am supposed to wish her back.

The invigilator tells us to keep the writing pads back in our bag. Even the transparent ones are not allowed. I do not mind, taking just a pen feels nice. While fitting the pad back in my bag, a sheet of paper falls out. The invigilator looks down at it and in a stern accusatory voice asks me what it is, ... seemingly suspecting that I brought an A-4 size sheet of unfolded paper with cheat notes on it. I look at the clean white sheet with neatly printed sets of questions on it. I hurriedly mumble in my little exam voice that it is a past question paper. I stuff it into my bag. (Gets stricter every day.. The invigilator towards the end of the exam was checking our palms for any notes.)

I grab a few gulps of water from aforementioned friend's bottle just as we are walking to our seats in the class because, with my intense last moment studying, I forgot to fill my bottle.

When we get the paper, I start writing fully energetically without reading all the questions. I just want to get it over with. While progressing through the paper, I feel more and more optimistic, surprised that it was going so well. Okay, I did not exactly know all the answers but surprisingly I knew a good number of them, considering that the day before I had to go to a friend's birthday and I could barely study for that much time. She being the sweet friend she is, and me being the great 'heart on her sleeve' friend that I am, I went for the birthday dinner. 

So you see, I had to do really well in the exam because the reason for not doing well would then become my friend's birthday celebration. Cannot give that guilt to a sweet girl, can I? After all, she had given this vegan a dark chocolate on her request (even though it ended up containing milk solids). The pressure made me study better than before (oh yes, I crammed it all the next day) and this paper ended up going so well that it was better than the previous ones. Hurray.




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