At 15 mins to freedom...

I am, right now, sitting in the middle of a test which true to its name , is a surprise . Believe me when I tell you, I’m not just surprised but also at the same time shocked and horrified. I try looking for a good enough excuse to bail me out of this seemingly unavoidable situation.Try as hard as I may , I know that these are times my brain conveniently fails to function. As expected, nothing comes to mind even as the teacher cunningly threatens that is will be the basis on which we will be marked for "performance in class".

Then again... I cant say they've never warned us about such situations; but who would’ve thought it would hit us so early into the semester. Somehow, things like these , though meant to project spontaneity , aptitude and enthusiasm , do exactly the opposite. This ,comes from the fact that I have never , till date , met a person who came out of such a situation and said " That was awesome ! " or " what an experience. But yes , if u will at this particular juncture , accuse me of criticizing the situation just because I’m not able to do anything else about it , I will accept I’m guilty as charged. The excuse goes something like.. As far as the subject is concerned , I’m absolutely clueless ( knew I should’ve at least perfected the name of the chapters..) and if u ask me why I’m not trying my best to at least jot down something so I would "maybe" pass. Well I’ll just say.. That if I had even an ounce of knowledge regarding the subject, I wouldn’t have been here scribbling on these last few pages of the first book I found in my desk.

Ten minutes more to go and all I’ve done is managed to sneak a peek into my very intelligent ( yep I’ve bin bribed ...eh..cash will do..) partner's paper , who btw is herself facing an irritating experience of short term memory loss. And so unwillingly, after beautifying the not-so-imp personals details ( for the teacher's aid to induce torture as and when reqd.)..I’ve written (or copied) whatever little was legible of her ultra professional ( read incomprehensible) hand writing ... which seems more like that of a doctor’s than of an engineer’s. But sadly even that is not enough to fool the teacher to make believe that this almost empty sheet is not because I don’t know anything ..but because maybe I cant "think" of anything I know…which he wants…