Ahhh hectic
schedule, obviously not because I am a busy writer but because I’m lazy and
unprofessional and I am not a writer :p
Logging and
blogging after exploring so many unexpected situations.To compile everything in
one blog… well it’s a hard act to follow.
So many
unexpected situations…probably few known readers of my low profile blog would
think – man…now what all happened with him? God please spare this guy? Yaar
bore bana do iski life (one of my favourite girl dialogue, after you will read
it I know I am going to get a call :p :p) aur iski problem mujhe de do. (I pray…yah
please de do….problem :D)
Hilariously committed
a crime :p… waaaaoooo hilariously … In this torturing summer few students of
our class eagerly awaited, for goodness, after the exams to check their mark
sheet of the end semester exams. But some students don’t have an option (summer
school :p) as they have to wait.
Among those
there were 4 top notch professional notorious who after attending their classes
went on to see their mark sheet of the subject material science (consider as
one of the toughest subject of the history of science :D) . I with fearless
attitude entered the room, as if I am going get a distinction percentage, with
one more guy who was equally confident. As soon as we entered in a crowded room
there were cheerful faces as few of our so called friends who were there got
passed and we four with hope and confidence gathered around each other took our
sheets prayed with heart (not me) and counted the marks… Soon our counting was
over because its easiest and took less time to do our calculation… you know why
because to add 0+0+2+2+1+4+2 is e
Then I could
see happiness in everyone’s face after we failed…that irritated … There was a chap who already
getting a good marks was crying before me that the teacher did not awarded him
with what he deserve….i was like…are you urging me to throw the punch on your
face…get lost and cry before perverts please and get the hell out of here…. I couldn't resist myself after seeing the real sufferers going to the subject
teacher to pass which was not in the hands of the teacher logically and the happiness
in others face was noticeable….i saw that teacher in answer sheet neither in
any records he has recorded the marks neither he has calculated… my mind worked
like a “devil at its home ground” … I asked a similar red ink gel pen, similar
to the one with which the teacher who has checked the paper, from one of the
freak of our class standing near the door…. He quickly got it…and I started
with a manipulation in my answer sheet… I was the one who started with my
answer sheet and asked 2 3 friends to cover it and see whether the teacher is
looking at us or not. My hand was shivering like hell as I never did this in my
live… never needed… all of them were
saying the only thing “mat kar Pratik phas jayega “, “risk hai” , and more than
the worry it was a pray from their heart that “god please make his act
unsuccessful” a jealous and “to see us on trouble was seen” … I was getting
furious but more than that was the trouble I imagined that me my other mates
would land if I get a backlog in this subject….
I as usual
did what I want to do…I generally also don’t listen to anyone neither was I
listening then… then my fearful friend who also at first was preventing me but
himself then realizing the upcoming circumstances, if not implement, he also
did it…
I would say definitely
teacher after reanalyzing the answer sheets would find out but at that time “we
don’t care” we only knew that it was not unfair unless it is done to harm
someone. Later the great “GURU” probably found out but I hope we did not leave
any evidence so that he could do any harm to our future… At best he could
reevaluate and will fail us… as it is which was already going to happen…. No
regrets… I found it fair because more than me and my mates being sad to fail in
that subject I could see the happiness in so many faces, not because they
passed in that exam, but because we once again failed and could not prove. With
this act at least for some time i could cherish that illness which I could see
in others face which was obvious because of the happiness which we felt of
passing the subject using unfair means and frankly at that point of time we
were smiling and was happy when everybody expected us to be depressed…I want it
that and got it by an unfair act....SO ITS FAIR.
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