“Main Pareshaan, Pareshaan, Pareshaan, Pareshaan……..”
The words, not exactly the song, brilliantly describe my current plight. And that is what implored me to pick up my pen while listening to this song this morning. And so here I am, with my pre-exam saga!
Just 4 more (actually less) days, and I’ll be sitting in an unfavorable atmosphere with some alike humans on climately* chilly day, with few pages containing an alien script, accompanied with a set of blank sheets with a thousand straight lines, and a pen in my hand meant to write ‘something’ on those lines. In short, I’ll be sitting in the exam hall, probably for writing my first exam in college, and pathetically, the subject(s) and me have been devoid of any possible contact for the past 1 and a little more month!
However, the real topic of concern is that I am utterly clueless as to why the hell am I not feeling even a pinch of the student-factor within me, and more so when there’s hardly anytime left for the inauguration of the concentration camp, with all sorts of the weapons, of the kind I’ve never known. The heavy ones coming from the ‘Economic Family’, the just seemingly lighter ones from the ‘Political Family’, and a little harmless ones from the family of ‘Psychos’ ! And the worst part is I know no self-defence technique. (Pardon the exaggeration, please.)
What’s kicking my mind constantly is why have I suddenly developed this unnatural liking for programs I won’t watch even if it had Ranbir in the lead!, and even cricket, for which I bear a since birth dislike! :o Additionally, I recently felt a strong push to read a Chetan Bhagat novel, and more appallingly, to watch a certain “Pyaar Ka Punchnama”. To sum it all up, I am all charged to enjoy every not-so-appealing piece of entertainment, as long as it shields me from studies. And then at the end of day, the moronic brain gets up from her slumber , just to poke me right into the heart with the question “What if I flunk the exams?” O_o (Horrifying no?). Though this lovely thought flings away faster than it comes, it really is disturbing.
All I want is some really helping tips to make some space for focus in my head. If someone could take up the deed for my need, I’ll be more than obliged! (After all, You won’t want to be friends with a failure ;) )
*I know no such word exists…but then, it’s my blog ;)