The Night Before the Exams !

Two days left for my finals. And I’m writing an article on the blog ?

Because I have realized it’s futile to study anything now. There’s far too much  to cover than I possibly can in two weeks, let alone two days.

I better accept gracefully what my destiny is. Atleast go down in history with some dignity. Watch that movie I have been wanting to since my exams started. Have some tequila shots. Or some vodka(it’s cheaper) And sleep the entire day.
That way I’ll have a relaxed mind.

Yes it’s that hopeless..i mean people who do this kind of stuff just before the exams either have completed everything that is there to complete (do those kind of people exist on earth ?);
Or are like me. Resigned to their fate.

I look up at my study table:

There are truckloads of materials I photocopied. Why did I waste all my money on this shit ? Should have bought that dress I was lustfully glancing in at Shoppers’ Stop, last month

Or else binged on the ice cream tub I always wanted too. And a couple of burgers. And forgotten all about the dress. Obviously, as to fit into it you need to starve for a month. Why do these designers think every potential shopper is a size zero ?  Not one single drool worthy thing in larger sizes. Life is shit I tell you.

And why am I getting all this pangs now ? A month back I was spending my life in strict discipline. No online shopping. No binging on junk food. No wasting time on scrolling boring Facebook walls. Shit. Even those walls seem packed of interesting stuff right now.

This is a conspiracy. On world scale.

Ok. enough. I get my lucid interval. As long as I have my sanity I should make use of it. So I get back to marking important points to see through on the night before the exam. As it is I won’t get to sleep that night. Too much adrenaline. And caffeine

I end up marking almost the whole book. Blame it on the highlighter. It runs out of ink before I can complete the task.
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The book looks like a rainbow. Yellow, orange, blue- you have all colors. Still doesn’t appeal to me though. I can’t seem to recognise the language it’s written it. My eyes ache. Did I develop myopia ? Or was it amblyopia ? Shit. I’m all messed up.

I would better read the newspaper instead.

Phones. O yes I need to call **** to do those  last minute discussions. Well, Actually to see what state she is in.
She sounds  calm and composed. I know it’s a facade.

Because I know that tremor in the voice. It’s the impending thought of apocalypse. You know you can’t stand up to whatever’s going to happen.

Atleast I have company. I won’t go down alone into oblivion. It’s really frustrating on exam day to see people ask for extra sheets when you can’t decide how to utilise the ones you have already got.

Should mark out in advance the few people I would steal glances at. Seeing others scratching their heads instead of the sheets, is a great comfort.

And I’m hungry. For food. I have already gained two kilos. Where am I going with this ?

Oh God ! Oh sorry.  No blasphemy.

Only He can save me now.

Archya, in his own words, is the trying-to-be-global bangali babu, who is attempting to carve out a niche for himself in blogosphere, having had mixed results in Medicine Practice. In short, a struggling artist.
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