the day before

my college has tests/exams/whatever you wanna call'em, all the time. so much so that while they still inspire terror, they definitely don't galvanize me into action. when the internals were scheduled to start from 13th, i happily thought right till the 11th... "13th is ages away! sab ho jayega..." and from there, it was a direct leap to panic mode.

panic? really?

i finally took down the syllabus for the first couple of tests on 11th. realized that 12th was a wedding reception i desperately wanted to attend (i have no other social life, see?) piously made up my mind to study in the evening. right? right.

how i can spend hours together in front of the idiot box watching exactly nothing continues to baffle me. anyhow, 11th gone, and absolutely nothing accomplished.

but i am extremely rigid about some things. if i wanted to go the reception, i would, and a couple of silly tests wasn't about to stop me. not even when they have astronomical syllabi, most of which i've never even seen properly before. as i swished around in sari, i got calls from friends marvelling at my sheer pigheadedness and well... courage, apparently.

came back home around 11. and did i start in right earnest then? no sireeee! not when farhan akhtar is cracking lame jokes on oye! it's friday! how can i not watch?

so reception done, dinner done, drooling over farhan done, i finally start at 12 am, intending to make it an all-nighter.

read the notes once. damn, why does it have to be both long and boring? looked at the time, it was just past 1. okay, maybe i'd lie down for 5 mins. just a quick shut-eye session.

had a bizzare dream about a friend yelling at me, and shaking me awake. that worked (thanks a bunch, ayo!). kept my eyes screwed shut, sure i'd slept right till 7 am. muttering a quick prayer (to nobody in particular. man, being an atheist is hard after years of praying to every deity around) i unshut an eyelid and checked.

4.50 am. big, big trouble.

feverishly read through the notes in the next 2.5 hours. and even between that, i had time for eight ten minute breaks. breaks when i managed to burrow under the quilt and dream for a nice holiday after the tests are over.

seriously, is it me? or is this just normal for every student?

or is it that science is really no longer holding my interest?

damn. let me not get into the soul searching mode now. not when four tests are still left.