THE TEST

              After getting up late, the sole purpose of our lives had become to get ourselves covered up decently and smell good before we reach our class. I had at least partly brushed my canines, but the lazy Nihaal had effectively used chemistry to save his efforts, simply flossing his mouth with the blue liquid. Nihaal kicked the fat bum- Kishor. The snoring giant had gone dead after yesterday's boozing and came to life after the magical kick from the beloved friend!!

Without changing much of the clothes over his body, Kishor sprayed on the Deo and passed it on to us. Stepping out of the house I snatched the fresh socks from Nihaal's grip as he blessed my forefathers! Rushing towards the bike we crushed the poor mechanical creature below us and set on the bumpy ride towards the college.

We parked the bike and ran at lightning speed, literally, towards our class for the EWT lecture. But the evil inside me pulled Nihaal just before the entrance door and let alone the poor n dumb Kishor to face the Wrath of Lele Sir... As he pushed open the door, Kishor asked, "Sir, can we get in?"

Twisting his already spooky face, Lele Sir inquired," We?"

The poor chap turned around his heavy neck to find us missing and quietly faced back the devil. Sir welcomed him in and asked him a question from the ongoing lecture.

"But Sir, I arrived just now; I don't know that yet", said Kishor in little voice while abusing us beneath his teeth.

"Oh you mean to say, you can answer earlier topics? So explain me the Maxwell's equations", Professor Lele smirked. The fatso stayed numb.

Kishor had been the butt of fun early morning for the whole class while we enjoyed the moment from the slit of the door! As the lecture had nearly ended we got in 10-15 minutes later and had a hearty laugh at our roomie again. But looking at the inability of our guy in answering the basic question, the Hitler had dropped the 'test' bomb on the whole of Hiroshima (was it Hitler who dropped the bomb? Damn man who cares? The test was important and horrifying for us at that moment! Anyways History wasn't an interesting subject).

The doom day was scheduled day after tomorrow by the heartless Nazi, leaving us only a day to prepare the TWO BIGGGG chapters!( For scholars like you it might be small but for the innocent folks in the difficult path of Engineering, it's a nightmare). On reaching home, we got fresh and parked ourselves in the creaky bed of Kishor. It was the only reliable bed in room, if it could sustain Kishor, it could very well sustain the lanky me and Nihaal.

Then we started our preparations starting from the basic concepts, no not the technical, but the very important one- Time Management. The clock ticked 6 pm. We had 2 chapters and around 10 hours in our hand meaning only 5 hours to understand, assimilate, analyze and study each chapter. But as you might have guessed we were not of those nerdy types with the geeky specs and oil chapped hairs to do these HORRIBLE things to the holy concepts by Maxwell.

Inspired by the bollywood dialogue, we had shorter shortcuts for the hard times in life! The 5 hours of each chapter were well spent in preparing the tactics and handwriting practice- the miniature script writing of the important answers. The 5 hours of next day also went in a jiffy in these painstaking efforts. Kishor had colored the outside of his paper bits black as he had the novel idea of hiding them in his hairs, the safest place. I had resorted to the traditional places of cuffs and collars while Nihaal believed in others more than his miniature writings!

On the D-Day, the sitting arrangement was one guy on a bench. The fault in my stars put me up on first bench before the stern look of our Nazi. Nihaal was equally unlucky because the guy in front of him was of our smartness level! The lucky dude Kishor had secured place in the farthest corner and smiled like a devil. As the clock struck 11:15am, the test started and we were asked to commence. As the question paper arrived, we looked at it and then at each other with a smile of stupidity; as time passed, I and Nihaal and gave some more goofy smiles at each other! On a peek at the back, I saw Kishor madly scratching his head and piling tones of dandruff over his answer sheet! I wondered he had dropped his chits during the bumpy ride to college and now he was hoping to find at least one. Finally, when he was done with his gain less excavation of his head he silently looked up at me and Nihaal to share another goofy smile.

No wonder we had screwed up the test, but the sad part was the questionnaire. The only question asked was- Explain Maxwell's equations and their applications.