I woke up on December 1st expecting a hazy morning from my cozy bed. Neither God nor I knew of how different December would be. With huge loads of unfinished works related to (and only to) my studies, I expected December to be a Debacle. Just as I feared, it indeed was!
On my birthday, I wanted to know how many of them remembered it. So, I went to school in my uniform. Most of my friends remembered it, some of them had called me the previous day to wish me. Yet, there was one special gift: My physics teacher came to my desk. He made a good remark in my notebook, "Write the problems of the 6th chapter twice! P.S. This is your b'day gift!" Dubious? Yes, December blues are!!
I was studying for my practicals exam when my school teacher ordered everyone to throw away their books and stop studying. In a fit of raw enthusiasm, I opened my book which had been closed for ages! The teacher saw me, and ordered me to be out of the class. He guffawed, "Hey you! You were the one studying know?" I accepted it, simply because I wanted to! "You were studying! So get out of the class!", said he. I accepted it gladly and made my way out of the class, with a smirk in my face! The result was thus: He ordered us not to attend the practicals! Disastrous? Yes, December blues are!!
Half-yearly exam was on. This meant I had to burn the midnight lamp, not only the midnight oil! I was having French exam on the day to follow. At 11 in the night, I was shocked with a revelation- My French Text was missing! Panic started gripping. I headed to Facebook and posted, "French Exam on tomorrow- French text missing!" I got replies to the post, but not the book. Two hours prior to the start of the exam, I rung my friend and he said thus: "Everything is marked in the book. I checked it and I'm not surprised, it's your book!" He scored well, thanks to my book! I slept well in the exam hall. Dramatic? Yes, December blues are!!
A spectator, no more
Fantasy might create an illusion.
Reality may leave me disillusioned.
Ecstasy can lead us to places sans description.
Fallacy might lead to false decisions
And I'm standing, just as a Spectator!
Toil, that is done always
While the fruit's of one's toil
Lies somewhere neither known nor heralded.
Victory, there is a faint glimpse of it
And I'm struggling, just as a Spectator!
The sun shines bright, with its light
While the wind traverses when at my grind
The moonlight mesmerizes as a subtle sight.
There am I, watching it unfold
And I'm furious, just as a Spectator!
Let me be the sun, let me be the moon.
Let victory come my way, experience empower my way!
Let me toil and let me see the fruit.
I will make my way through with a will!
With a hope for more as 'I'm a Spectator no more'!
Reality may leave me disillusioned.
Ecstasy can lead us to places sans description.
Fallacy might lead to false decisions
And I'm standing, just as a Spectator!
Toil, that is done always
While the fruit's of one's toil
Lies somewhere neither known nor heralded.
Victory, there is a faint glimpse of it
And I'm struggling, just as a Spectator!
The sun shines bright, with its light
While the wind traverses when at my grind
The moonlight mesmerizes as a subtle sight.
There am I, watching it unfold
And I'm furious, just as a Spectator!
Let me be the sun, let me be the moon.
Let victory come my way, experience empower my way!
Let me toil and let me see the fruit.
I will make my way through with a will!
With a hope for more as 'I'm a Spectator no more'!
-Gopsay!
Statistics suggest that today is officially the last day at office for me as a '15 year old'! Tomorrow never comes, but many of them have already convinced me that I'll be 16 tomorrow! I wanted to torture the keyboard (not copyrighted) one last time as a '15 year old kid' ! And yes, I've done that!! :)
Obvious!
"Obviously, yes! It tasted better than ever!"
There was I, visibly depressed after losing something I craved for, when she told me, "Better luck next time" (again with an irreplaceable, soothing smile)! When I came the next day, having won what I craved for, she was there with me again, with the same, "I knew you'll get it!" Did she like seeing me win?
"Obviously, yes! She liked it more than how much I did!"
Whenever I feel good or bad, whenever a victory comes my way, or a bitter loss comes my way, I don't feel I'm tackling or experiencing it alone. I have the feeling that someone, somewhere is waiting patiently to see me taste success & experience failures with a level head and that is none other than my mom. Does she help me bringing out the best in me?
"Obviously, yes! She is my best well-wisher & I'm gifted!"
She scolds me (more often than not), she advises me, but more than all this, she is there with me! What else can I expect? None can admire me, love me, care for me, be with me than my mom did, does and will do! She is there for me as the 'pole star' makes its mark in the clear sky! Never is the sky clouded, never does the pole star's light ebb. And finally, can anyone on earth replace my mom and her love?
"Obviously, no! I love her so much (but not more than how much she loves me)! That's because she's OBVIOUSLY my MOM!"
-Gopsay
Peter and the Pauper
In distress and disbelief Peter lay,
Engulfed in a maze, he couldn't gaze;
Wondering, without anything to ponder about.
Time and again, someone passed by,
Without a word, without a look!
A man in his Volkswagen stopped by,
To see his state, his wretched fate.
He offered Peter money, just money
And went away, out of no haste
Without a word, without a look!
Depressed and disillusioned Peter lay
When a pauper with blistered feet came his way.
The pauper saw his state, felt for his fate
And showered him with care and love, not money,
Without any hesitancy, without any discrepancy!
Years rolled on, Peter depressed no more
The man of riches died, he heard,
But feigning tears and sorrow, how long could he?
The pauper was dead, he heard
Without any momentary lapse of reason, he cried!
'Money makes a mare go' is a familiar saying which is proved wrong, so often, so easily! So in the festive season, if you can't afford someone you know anything, just 'smile' at them. 'Smile' is irreplaceable!
- Gopsay.
Photo Credits: @ngel from He@ven.. (Thank you!)
Photo Credits: @ngel from He@ven.. (Thank you!)
A Tryst with < >
Aboard a train, there was I, seated in a corner. The day was sultry, but I was embroiled in my own eccentric thoughts. A look outside the window gave a perfect picture of the Countryside which never ceased to entertain or fascinate me. The majestic meadow, the tranquil pond, the lonely tree in the middle of the field; everything was a delight to watch. The daylight was ebbing and the sun was threatening to make its mark on the other side of the horizon, leaving behind the bright land that stared at me in darkness.
As time passed, I wondered whether I'll have something to do. No sooner than later, the door to my coach was flung open and there was one beautiful lass who made her way, err, into the coach for the moment. "Is anyone going to occupy this place?" she asked me, pointing to the unoccupied seat. "Oh, none is coming. You can have that seat" said I. Without any lapse of time, any lease of reason, there was a trail of thoughts coming my way to inhibit me! The display in my memory screen read thus: "Have I found Gorgeousness and Glitter at the right place, with the right person? How on earth did I miss her all this while?" A smile can straighten a lot of things, I remembered, again out of no particular reason. I was yearning to start a conversation!" Well, I just wanna say you something...."
But all of a sudden, there was someone giving me a pat. Before I could realize and react any further, there was a dialogue uttered, "Here's the coffee. Good morning!" Subsequently, I was left with enough time to think. "Who's going to call me and offer me a coffee in a train? What's happening?" Waiting no further, I opened my eyes and there I was. The Coffee Cup was perched on the table and my mom wore a smile on her face to continue, "Good morning". A sip of the coffee and an afterthought followed, "Not a bad start to the day!" It was a tryst that was never supposed to be! ;)
As time passed, I wondered whether I'll have something to do. No sooner than later, the door to my coach was flung open and there was one beautiful lass who made her way, err, into the coach for the moment. "Is anyone going to occupy this place?" she asked me, pointing to the unoccupied seat. "Oh, none is coming. You can have that seat" said I. Without any lapse of time, any lease of reason, there was a trail of thoughts coming my way to inhibit me! The display in my memory screen read thus: "Have I found Gorgeousness and Glitter at the right place, with the right person? How on earth did I miss her all this while?" A smile can straighten a lot of things, I remembered, again out of no particular reason. I was yearning to start a conversation!" Well, I just wanna say you something...."
But all of a sudden, there was someone giving me a pat. Before I could realize and react any further, there was a dialogue uttered, "Here's the coffee. Good morning!" Subsequently, I was left with enough time to think. "Who's going to call me and offer me a coffee in a train? What's happening?" Waiting no further, I opened my eyes and there I was. The Coffee Cup was perched on the table and my mom wore a smile on her face to continue, "Good morning". A sip of the coffee and an afterthought followed, "Not a bad start to the day!" It was a tryst that was never supposed to be! ;)
- Pretty perfect exaggeration of the untold commotion and I have another post ready to be served! This is a fiction as well (poor that it's only a fiction). But that also means that I'm waiting for the train and the rain of thoughts to follow it up. :)
Gopsay!
Morning of Mayhem
How long would you see the river flowing in the same dreary way! Just get it flooded and see how different the whole setup is! In some cases, trying out the same thing again and again, expecting different things will be pleasant. "Beep, beep. It's time to get going!" sung the alarm on my phone at 5:30 in the morning. With Physics class first up, I was never in the mood of waking up in such unearthly hours. During these times SNOOZE option definitely helps, but certainly not after the clock goes past 8. With the zest, zeal, vibe and dynamism, I checked out of the house at 8:40, exactly 10 minutes after the school would have all, but started. The bike was in good condition (not as in the case of Morning Blues). Silently and steadily I hit the road and was giving Armstrong a run for his money.
Amidst all this, somewhere in the middle of the road, there was a nail that was waiting, vaguely to retrieve the money I had taken off Armstrong [:-D]. I didn't notice this notorious nail, but it certainly didn't leave my cycle untouched. Touche!I was already late. The bike was slowing, deliberately slowing, dubiously slowing. The zest and zeal, notwithstanding, I was in the middle of another botched up affair; not for the first time. With a minute to go for the gates to be locked and 100 odd metres to cover my condition was very similar to Usain Bolt running with his legs tied. The tire of my bike was flat, to say in the least. In an unspectacular way, the tire came of the bike. It eerily gave a big picture of things to come. Somehow, I made it to the school. The bike was sidelined in a corner of the road. My biggest hope was that none would steal a bike with a flat tire. My perception paid off, as I saw the bike stranded in the same place.
I was off, to get the bike repaired. Already sweating and tired after playing Basketball for hours together, I never thought things would be that bad as it was all, but a flat tire. But who knows what Lady Luck always has for me? The person at the garage tired to get it fixed. But the tire was in pieces. Not even a Ferrari engineer could've found a way to tackle the situation. At the fag end of the day, I was left paying more than what I had taken off Armstrong when I gave him a run for his money! It just happens![:-D] If there's a bike, it should get punctured.
- Gopsay (on it.. again)
Amidst all this, somewhere in the middle of the road, there was a nail that was waiting, vaguely to retrieve the money I had taken off Armstrong [:-D]. I didn't notice this notorious nail, but it certainly didn't leave my cycle untouched. Touche!I was already late. The bike was slowing, deliberately slowing, dubiously slowing. The zest and zeal, notwithstanding, I was in the middle of another botched up affair; not for the first time. With a minute to go for the gates to be locked and 100 odd metres to cover my condition was very similar to Usain Bolt running with his legs tied. The tire of my bike was flat, to say in the least. In an unspectacular way, the tire came of the bike. It eerily gave a big picture of things to come. Somehow, I made it to the school. The bike was sidelined in a corner of the road. My biggest hope was that none would steal a bike with a flat tire. My perception paid off, as I saw the bike stranded in the same place.
I was off, to get the bike repaired. Already sweating and tired after playing Basketball for hours together, I never thought things would be that bad as it was all, but a flat tire. But who knows what Lady Luck always has for me? The person at the garage tired to get it fixed. But the tire was in pieces. Not even a Ferrari engineer could've found a way to tackle the situation. At the fag end of the day, I was left paying more than what I had taken off Armstrong when I gave him a run for his money! It just happens![:-D] If there's a bike, it should get punctured.
- Gopsay (on it.. again)
Dodging the dogs
When everything is going good, why do we need a change? That's why I was expecting everything to stay simpler and better for me. All's well, but did that end well? The good day lead me to an improbable, unimaginable, inconceivable evening. After having spent hours talking in orkut, I decided to check out with my friend.
"Swine flu's in the wind! Be careful!" said my mom which fell in my deaf ears (but it got heard when I was writing this post). When I was on my way to the restaurant, I decided to take a lonely road. I wouldn't have taken this route on any other day yet, the improbable evening made sure I did take this route. My mobile, which was (again improbably) without charge started it all, "Excuse me, Boss! You have a text message!" Barely had I finished reading it when I spotted a stray dog. The mobile was in my hand and I was riding the vehicle haphazardly (my normal way).
I couldn't make a guess of the dog's idea. It may have mistaken the mobile to be a biscuit. Slowly, but stealthily it started following me. It started barking and he was joined by his mates. Soon, my grave fear turned true. There were 2 dogs on either side of me, chasing, barking, fighting with each other for the food (Geeves, it was my Mobile) I had in my hand. But how on earth could I be rendered with a situation like this. I've fought my way past numerous dogs, but certainly not a pack of dogs. The lonely road had just started and not a single person could I spot. It was not until 5 minutes that I found a person while the dogs kept chasing me as if I was their owner (which, I would never be).
It wasn't fear that gripped me through this arduous, strenuous exercise. I was a novice to this superficial circumstance which made it even more interesting and surprising. They weren't in any mood of letting me go until the road came to an end until the pack of dogs found another person with a biscuit in hand :)
"Swine flu's in the wind! Be careful!" said my mom which fell in my deaf ears (but it got heard when I was writing this post). When I was on my way to the restaurant, I decided to take a lonely road. I wouldn't have taken this route on any other day yet, the improbable evening made sure I did take this route. My mobile, which was (again improbably) without charge started it all, "Excuse me, Boss! You have a text message!" Barely had I finished reading it when I spotted a stray dog. The mobile was in my hand and I was riding the vehicle haphazardly (my normal way).
I couldn't make a guess of the dog's idea. It may have mistaken the mobile to be a biscuit. Slowly, but stealthily it started following me. It started barking and he was joined by his mates. Soon, my grave fear turned true. There were 2 dogs on either side of me, chasing, barking, fighting with each other for the food (Geeves, it was my Mobile) I had in my hand. But how on earth could I be rendered with a situation like this. I've fought my way past numerous dogs, but certainly not a pack of dogs. The lonely road had just started and not a single person could I spot. It was not until 5 minutes that I found a person while the dogs kept chasing me as if I was their owner (which, I would never be).
It wasn't fear that gripped me through this arduous, strenuous exercise. I was a novice to this superficial circumstance which made it even more interesting and surprising. They weren't in any mood of letting me go until the road came to an end until the pack of dogs found another person with a biscuit in hand :)
A delightful summer day showed me the way
To a nefarious night, to test my might
Only to see me tread back with a glee
Unscathed and unmatched to have another day!
To a nefarious night, to test my might
Only to see me tread back with a glee
Unscathed and unmatched to have another day!
Another day! Another event! Another post! That's how my journey called blogging is moving across the unknown realms.
- Gopsay.
- Gopsay.
July... at its very best!
A handful of people agree that I remember the past quite a lot. I too agree with them, but the only exception I find myself with is remembering the long, boring theoretical stuff that my school texts render me with. Perhaps, that is why I had no other option but to copy during the Boards. (Oh my Gosh! I'm going away from the topic.)
July brings to me some fond memories. It is in July that I search sincerely for my texts. This is because the first set of exams for the year commence by this time. I confess that I was (and I maintain that I was) a student dedicated to studying three years ago. Then, as nature is, things changed and I've become a perfectly and flawlessly spoiled brat. This is how my nostalgia goes:
It was a perfect Monday at my school in 2007. The climate was beautifully poised to welcome whatever I got as my marks for the first exams of the year. But will I be convinced with whatever I got? "No', is the only honest answer that I could afford then (and even now). One by one, every answer sheet was distributed. Three more papers were all that were left undistributed. Two of my friends and I were having the same total. Finally we got the three papers. Sandeep, one of my best friends, was leading me by 7 marks in the grand total while Sarath's total was 1 mark short of mine.....
Just then, the 'eureka' moment arrived. I had cut down a 10 mark question which was correct. Without the knowledge of anyone, I slowly made my way to the last bench of the class and got the sum written again in the same paper. Wearing a look of innocence, I went to the teacher and said, "Good morning, ma'am. It seems you didn't offer me marks for the 10 mark sum!" The math teacher believed me and gave me 8 marks, not the 10. While all this happened, Sarath too was left with the same state as I was. Sarath and I eked out a deal which made it a point that he'll make some changes in his answer sheet, but he won't get more than 8 marks for his sum. I too agreed with the deal. Unfortunately, the math teacher gave him all the 10 marks which, in turn meant I was 1 mark short of him in the total.
With a good deal of raw enthusiasm and fight for non-existent justice, I called for a 2 mark decrease in his marks so that I would be getting more marks than him. Math teacher tactically convinced me that he got what he'd deserved (but then, was it what he 'deserved' for cheating her in a better way than I did?) .
But wait!!! Spare a thought for one more person in the picture. There was one big loser at the bottom. It was my pal, Sandeep. While two cheated and got the first and second position, this unfortunate fellow was left with cursing his hard luck. He was the original topper among us yet he ended up being the last. The math teacher scolded him, "See others! Why didn't you write the exam well?" The question should have been, " Why didn't you cheat me as they did?"
July brings to me some fond memories. It is in July that I search sincerely for my texts. This is because the first set of exams for the year commence by this time. I confess that I was (and I maintain that I was) a student dedicated to studying three years ago. Then, as nature is, things changed and I've become a perfectly and flawlessly spoiled brat. This is how my nostalgia goes:
It was a perfect Monday at my school in 2007. The climate was beautifully poised to welcome whatever I got as my marks for the first exams of the year. But will I be convinced with whatever I got? "No', is the only honest answer that I could afford then (and even now). One by one, every answer sheet was distributed. Three more papers were all that were left undistributed. Two of my friends and I were having the same total. Finally we got the three papers. Sandeep, one of my best friends, was leading me by 7 marks in the grand total while Sarath's total was 1 mark short of mine.....
Just then, the 'eureka' moment arrived. I had cut down a 10 mark question which was correct. Without the knowledge of anyone, I slowly made my way to the last bench of the class and got the sum written again in the same paper. Wearing a look of innocence, I went to the teacher and said, "Good morning, ma'am. It seems you didn't offer me marks for the 10 mark sum!" The math teacher believed me and gave me 8 marks, not the 10. While all this happened, Sarath too was left with the same state as I was. Sarath and I eked out a deal which made it a point that he'll make some changes in his answer sheet, but he won't get more than 8 marks for his sum. I too agreed with the deal. Unfortunately, the math teacher gave him all the 10 marks which, in turn meant I was 1 mark short of him in the total.
With a good deal of raw enthusiasm and fight for non-existent justice, I called for a 2 mark decrease in his marks so that I would be getting more marks than him. Math teacher tactically convinced me that he got what he'd deserved (but then, was it what he 'deserved' for cheating her in a better way than I did?) .
But wait!!! Spare a thought for one more person in the picture. There was one big loser at the bottom. It was my pal, Sandeep. While two cheated and got the first and second position, this unfortunate fellow was left with cursing his hard luck. He was the original topper among us yet he ended up being the last. The math teacher scolded him, "See others! Why didn't you write the exam well?" The question should have been, " Why didn't you cheat me as they did?"
To be frank, whenever an exam result is out, we three of them have always been in the middle of some nail-biting results. Now, one of them has moved to a different school. Inspite of that, I always give my other friend a run for his money.
-Gopsay.
What's that sound? Version 2.0
It was late in the night.
Arvind was working with the various assignments given to him at school . Meanwhile, he was having my earphones on and was entangled in the sound of music. Then, getting bored of more and more music, he switched off his gadget. Eerily, he started hearing a sound, an uniform sound. "Was it the sound of wind whizzing past my house?", he thought. Then an afterthought struck him, 'does wind blow uniformly?' Scolding himself for some absurd, eccentric thinking, he never gave food for that thought. But his ears couldn't escape that sound, that uniform, enchanting sound which had suddenly become the centre of his curiosity.
He couldn't avoid guessing what it would be. (Is it a burglar making his way in stealthily? Oops, He's not Sherlock Holmes and this is not the Red-Headed League) Is it the sound of water gushing out of the taps left open? Being busy doing nothing, he tried to guess some others. But, he had to finally consider that this one was the only guess of some sense. Lazily, he stood up, searched all the rooms to see whether any taps were open. Nope! He couldn't find any of the taps open. Just then, he had a sudden thought of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Another afterthought again, he said to himself, "Haha! Trying to be a detective or what? You're fit enough only to read those books, bloke!"
But he certainly couldn't avoid that sound. Where was it from?What does it have to do at this time of the night? He searched his house, all over again. But again- same result- nothing of importance. He wandered around the house, probably a little disappointed and aimless as well. It was a test to his endurance and skill (if he had anything remaining!). With all hopes sent packed in the wind, he was walking slowly to retire to bed.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the window sill. He could see droplets of water hanging on it.
There, it dawned on him, the real reason behind the sound. He went to the balcony and viewed it for himself. It was the rain, the belligerent rain, hustling and bustling through the thin air, and pouring out like never before...
His mind had another afterthought, "How the hell did you miss guessing this out?"
- Mind it! This is just an imagination. I wanted to summarize it by rendering a lively feeling to my thought through my words. Do send in your comments on this topic.
Gopsay a.k.a. Gopalakrishnan. :)
Arvind was working with the various assignments given to him at school . Meanwhile, he was having my earphones on and was entangled in the sound of music. Then, getting bored of more and more music, he switched off his gadget. Eerily, he started hearing a sound, an uniform sound. "Was it the sound of wind whizzing past my house?", he thought. Then an afterthought struck him, 'does wind blow uniformly?' Scolding himself for some absurd, eccentric thinking, he never gave food for that thought. But his ears couldn't escape that sound, that uniform, enchanting sound which had suddenly become the centre of his curiosity.
He couldn't avoid guessing what it would be. (Is it a burglar making his way in stealthily? Oops, He's not Sherlock Holmes and this is not the Red-Headed League) Is it the sound of water gushing out of the taps left open? Being busy doing nothing, he tried to guess some others. But, he had to finally consider that this one was the only guess of some sense. Lazily, he stood up, searched all the rooms to see whether any taps were open. Nope! He couldn't find any of the taps open. Just then, he had a sudden thought of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Another afterthought again, he said to himself, "Haha! Trying to be a detective or what? You're fit enough only to read those books, bloke!"
But he certainly couldn't avoid that sound. Where was it from?What does it have to do at this time of the night? He searched his house, all over again. But again- same result- nothing of importance. He wandered around the house, probably a little disappointed and aimless as well. It was a test to his endurance and skill (if he had anything remaining!). With all hopes sent packed in the wind, he was walking slowly to retire to bed.
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the window sill. He could see droplets of water hanging on it.
There, it dawned on him, the real reason behind the sound. He went to the balcony and viewed it for himself. It was the rain, the belligerent rain, hustling and bustling through the thin air, and pouring out like never before...
His mind had another afterthought, "How the hell did you miss guessing this out?"
- Mind it! This is just an imagination. I wanted to summarize it by rendering a lively feeling to my thought through my words. Do send in your comments on this topic.
Gopsay a.k.a. Gopalakrishnan. :)
The D-Day
One month into the holidays, it was partying and stuff that consumed the days. Slowly, the days rolled on and it was time for some reality check coming my way. As announced, the results were one week away. I was spending the whole lot of time chatting on how much I'd score with my friends. "I'd get above 460!" said one. "I'm darn scared. How much will I get", said the other. Who asked for the results? The name, ending with the result section indicating PASS was all that I needed. In fact, everyone wanted the same, except some queer cases who were on the prowl to get the 'state first' and all that. Everything was going fine for a fitting finale. But whenever I propose a way for myself, it always happens the other way round. It was a thumping Thursday. I had just finished playing online. Just then, everything went from bad to worse. Here goes the conversation.
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Sridhar: Hiya! Our results will be out on Saturday.
Gopsay: Stop kidding yaar. I know it's only after a week.
Sridhar: I too thought the same. But the flash news in TV has changed it all.
Gopsay: (Surprised.. Then shocked. Now trembling)
I can't believe this! Let me check out myself
Sridhar: Anyway, the news won't change. Have a look. :)
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The news never changed. "Results on Saturday", was the only news displayed. Now in tatters, I phoned all of my friends and got them into an unknown, untraveled, unraveled phase of time. They too were as scared as I was. Slowly I found my way back to Gtalk. There was a message from another friend of mine, "Results on Saturday! Enjoy!" Touche. Close Gtalk. And rewind to the past:
Lots of questions.
The day was over. It was a Frenzied Friday. I was not happy with the 'Flash News matter'. "How can I visit umpteen temples within a day?" The job was tough. A bit of badminton was never going to be bad. Now that was done. A long walk to the library (just 2 kms) only to find it locked (terrible even on the eve of the results?). Slowly the day fizzled out. A bit of chatting, and the day fizzled out. The D-Day came; came at last. Only two of them were online. The results were to be published at 9:30 am. A bit of guessing and I cracked the website at 8:45 am only to see my results. (What I eked out is another story :D)
For the next week or so, my Orkut profile had this name: Gopalakrishnan.. Overwhelmed! I had ended up with 93% in my boards.
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Sridhar: Hiya! Our results will be out on Saturday.
Gopsay: Stop kidding yaar. I know it's only after a week.
Sridhar: I too thought the same. But the flash news in TV has changed it all.
Gopsay: (Surprised.. Then shocked. Now trembling)
I can't believe this! Let me check out myself
Sridhar: Anyway, the news won't change. Have a look. :)
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The news never changed. "Results on Saturday", was the only news displayed. Now in tatters, I phoned all of my friends and got them into an unknown, untraveled, unraveled phase of time. They too were as scared as I was. Slowly I found my way back to Gtalk. There was a message from another friend of mine, "Results on Saturday! Enjoy!" Touche. Close Gtalk. And rewind to the past:
Lots of questions.
- Why did I write a poem on the day when I had Bio exam?
- Why was I online before my Math exam? (I was online before all the exams!)
- How many 'tutorial colleges' have I Found so far? :)
The day was over. It was a Frenzied Friday. I was not happy with the 'Flash News matter'. "How can I visit umpteen temples within a day?" The job was tough. A bit of badminton was never going to be bad. Now that was done. A long walk to the library (just 2 kms) only to find it locked (terrible even on the eve of the results?). Slowly the day fizzled out. A bit of chatting, and the day fizzled out. The D-Day came; came at last. Only two of them were online. The results were to be published at 9:30 am. A bit of guessing and I cracked the website at 8:45 am only to see my results. (What I eked out is another story :D)
For the next week or so, my Orkut profile had this name: Gopalakrishnan.. Overwhelmed! I had ended up with 93% in my boards.
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