ATAullah's thingy

Confidence and more self confidence erupted before the sleep took over yester night .the sleep had dreams or rather nightmares of the mildest nature and then I realized oh! This is what they call nightmares. I had visions of me waking up late for the practical exam. I had visions which I don not even remember .I had visions that I was screwing my life up. I had visions of me crying. I had visions of me desperate to make an effort not to get scared. And I did not take the cue form the very visions I had that today is gonna be the hell which u just visited.

I had a practical examination of web programming today and to give u the gist in just three good words, I SCREWED UP! I had made my arrangements and plans to do everything I cud to fill in the sheets with ink and that went so smooth until I started thinking about others. The weakness and the strength I possess have just been narrated to u. I think about others and then what happens? I get screwed up! I had arranged for the USB to put in all the answers in the computer and then stare and copy was the order. I was the copying king. And little did I know that a card called jack ass was still to be played on me. I was merrily writing my sheets and then assholeness struck me. I went up to check on how others were progressing and then kunal says hey! Ata! Call kiran fast. I said okay and then proceeded towards kiran and in between I see kaleem making merry with his sheets. I peeked into his and then the Bitch of an external saw me. (If I can make names sting to me then why not her?)

She said or rather ordered “have you finished executing?”

I said in a sheepishly tone “No.”

“Alright no problem come give me your viva”

“No ma’am I gotta get it signed from sir” in an even scared and trembling tone as if knowing fully what was coming.

“It doesn’t matter if you got it signed or not, you can do it afterwards also, first come and gimme the viva”erupted strongly from her very shrewd face.

I followed the tune she played, I followed the lead, and I followed the path to misery.

I blurted out my Hall ticket with full confidence and style knowing fully well that it would make no real difference. The difference was caused by Hussain’s glares which I had in my shirt pocket. She thought I was some Rowdy little guy trying to act smart and then I got it.

Did u ever experience the situation where an invisible force pulls your shoulders up and Ur legs down but no real physical difference is being made ‘cause you still remain lean?

Needless to say, I did!

First question: what are the various scripting languages?

Answer: sorry ma’am I do not know.

Reply by the external: you do not know that? Then how are you writing this exam!

Reply by me: okay, I am sorry I got confused with a lot of stuff, I said smiling and unconvincingly. I blurted out something which did not make sense but half of it did and I see a dot in her book which means correct.

Questions followed and I faltered at every step she asked me to take. Taking my chance I asked her please ma’am could you ask me something form HTML. I did not study VB script.

“Then why did you come to the exam hall” she said like that was the last thing I wanted to hear but she took her chance too. She asked me something from HTML. Couple of them were thrown at me and I caught the last one. Making her even more sure that the first guy she faces would be dumb. I got up after unsuccessful persuasion to ask me another set of questions.

If this was not enough, I get a minus ten for my leaving my paper and then talking Kunal . I try to smile and impress her but everything fails and then I resort to using techniques to ask everyone of the staff to erase the minus ten and one gave me a sigh of relief when he said it will be done ,don’t worry we wont let it happen .

I gave scowls and fuck you signs to everyone who laughed about the incident and especially to kunal. You deserve this ..!..

Anyways life is good. I will do better and create a different impression that the external has never seen. I will lick the entire syllabus that’s there for it. I have Tally tomorrow and if I don’t do well in that one too. I am gonna spit in the air until gravity plays its part and throws it back to me and then I will write a blog on how she laughed at me for being an ass of a person . Yes ! i have my moments too .