Being a student means exams are interspersed in your life. Being a class 11 and 12 Science student means your life is interspersed in exams. ( I don’t want to sound prejudiced but I don’t have much idea regarding the working of Commerce and Humanities students, so I’m just limiting my options to Science)
At times I feel like I’m breathing drinking, eating and sleeping exams. I even parodied that ultra famous nursery rhyme to suit my mood, “Exams, exams go away. Little Sayo wants to play. Come back never again. Exams, exams go away.” However unlike the docile rain, the exams were too brutally stubborn to listen to my pleas, and at times I think it enjoys seeing me in prolonged misery…
After a while though, you get habituated to it’s nagging presence and you come to accept it as that friend in your group who clings on you like a leech ans sucks out your blood.
But something which I have never been able to accept is the fact that how come every relative of mine of marriageable age decides to tie the knot only when my exams are near, or worse, in the middle of them. Like why? What did I ever do to their schedules? and the most ridiculous fact is that they actually expect me to go and grace them with my presence for the entirety of the 4 day programmes. Ridiculous.
Now, to be breathtakingly honest, I love attending weddings. Not because I love the idea of two individuals tying the knot to be involved in a lifelong journey to Hell, breaking of which could lead to a lot of tears, paperwork and nasty consequences. I am a gamophobic, so basically I abhor the concept of marriage. No Sire, my sole interest of of visiting any wedding function is none other than the mouth watering options it provides: FOOD! Yes, behold Divinity in the name of FOOD! It might make me sound like an extremely greedy or a starved human being but you just cant be tempted by my logic. Being an extremely picky eater, I find it easier to compile a list of food that an actually grace my mouth and the delicacies they arrange at weddings luckily own a place in my elite list of eatables. Yes, I go to weddings just for the sake of eating!
Now I would really love to go in an elaborated detailing of all the food items they pitch up for us to devour, but honestly thinking about them just for the sake of penning it in my blog is a very sorry option, considering them food being miles away from my mouth at the moment. And I have no intention of thinking about chicken kebabs, phuchka, paneer pakora, dahi vada, coffee, pasta, mocktails, fish fries, naans, aloor dum, biryani, chicken/ mutton dish, bhetki macher paturi, hot hot gulab jamuns, makha sondesh, roshogollas, ice creams etc when my dinner is gonna be consisting of plain rotis. No, I’m not gonna think about all those mouth watering options. Absolutely not!
Now that I’ve been pretty much married to exams for the last 2 years, it’s kind of hard to think about attending any other sort of marriages with a peace of mind. And how do these Priests who decides on the Oh-So-Holy dates for conducting the tying of the knot get hold of my exam timetable to pick out the On-So-Unholy dates out of it. Wow, even the priests are having a laugh at my expense.
Anyway, so I’ve kind of accepted this calamity of how intertwined my exams and weddings are to each other. When my best friend becomes a lawyer, I’ll tell her to contemplate to give these two lovebirds a divorce. She will be bound to agree considering how popular it will make her among the students force. Perhaps she will even be considered to be the Education Minister of the country. LOL.
Okay, so I bring my tragic tale worthy of Shakespearean proportion to an end. Perhaps you’ll relate to it and in an attempt to cheer me up give me a million dollars!
Ciao. See you not never!