Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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The journey for the final year’s T-1 began today with all the hustle and bustle around. Such disorganization has never been seen or observed before in the JIIT scenario.
The ‘drama’ had already set off yesterday with the change in the time table and the venue of the exam. And also the syllabus. Till the time, we got to see the question paper, we didn’t know whether certain things were in the course or not.
We reached before time and expecting the seating arrangement to be as we had been sitting for the past three years – enrollment number wise, but… BUT… it was arranged so haphazardly, that in an exam of 60 minutes, more than 15 minutes were ‘utilized’ to search for the appropriate allotted seat. There were cases when adjacent seats were occupied by the students of same semesters writing the same paper. This was certainly the biggest boon for them.
After a little confusion, I finally found my seat. Then, began the excitement imagining a beautiful girl mentioned by VJ in the previous blog. Luckily there was a girl, but unluckily she had not even the most distant relationship with the beauty. Silly FAT ASS! :P We were so jam packed that ‘concentration’ was an unfamiliar word to all of us. But luckily, VJ was sitting just diagonally and I copied a 4 mark answer from him. :)
But the ultimate hilarious were the various conversations between Samiksha and some adjacent neophytes.
The girl (1st year) – “First year?”
Sam (with an air of pride) – “Fourth”.
The girl – “Then you must be knowing everything. I have got Physics paper today”.
Sam (puzzled and laughing) – “Physics! I didn’t even get marks when I was in 1st year, you expect me to remember that after 3 years?”
After getting the answer sheets, that girl flipped the pages and said, “Isme to lines hi nahi bani hain”.
Sam (to herself) – “kya bevkoof ladki hai yaar!”
The girl (to her batchmate, when he was writing) – “Yaar tu itna seedha kese likh raha hai bina lines ke?”
There was another conversation between Rajlaxmi Mam and a freshman (Animal ASS) sitting between VJ and Samiksha.
The boy – “Mam, sheet is not signed”.
Mam (probably heard only the “sheet” part and laughing) – “Are you a first year?”
The boy – “Yes”.
Mam (with a cute and mischievous smile) – “Child, you don’t get an extra sheet. You have to complete it in the provided 32 sheets only”.
Infact, I was also bewildered. How has the ‘idiot’ finished 32 sheets in his very first college exam? I could not fill even 16 till now in these 3 years.
The boy – “Mam, I am saying my sheet is not signed”.
I felt a sigh of relief.
After Mam signed and went, the boy (to himself) – “10 bhi nahi bharengi, 32 ka to sochna hi bekar hai”.
Anyhow, the drama continued, with one of our reputed teachers (another sick FAT ASS) shouting on top of her voice with her highly irritating shrill voice for the entire duration of the exam, who was finally interjected by Ankit Garg – “Mam, can you please be quiet? We are unable to concentrate”. And then the whole LT cried unanimously – “YES MAAAAAAAAAAM!”
‘Respected’ Mam (angrily) – “How the hell do you expect me to call the names then? I have to do it; there are few more names left”. And then she continued to peeve us.
The last jolt was the last question of our paper, to which somehow I found the answer, but it’s wrong. :( And the funniest thing is - everyone has done it wrong. :)
Never before in my life had I given an exam like this. During the exam time, the ambience, environment, atmosphere all were highly torturous. But when I am penning down this, it seems to be a very comic incident in my life at JIITU, while writing my first exam in the last year. But truly, what a disorganization! They are really experts. Hats off to them!
The ‘drama’ had already set off yesterday with the change in the time table and the venue of the exam. And also the syllabus. Till the time, we got to see the question paper, we didn’t know whether certain things were in the course or not.
We reached before time and expecting the seating arrangement to be as we had been sitting for the past three years – enrollment number wise, but… BUT… it was arranged so haphazardly, that in an exam of 60 minutes, more than 15 minutes were ‘utilized’ to search for the appropriate allotted seat. There were cases when adjacent seats were occupied by the students of same semesters writing the same paper. This was certainly the biggest boon for them.
After a little confusion, I finally found my seat. Then, began the excitement imagining a beautiful girl mentioned by VJ in the previous blog. Luckily there was a girl, but unluckily she had not even the most distant relationship with the beauty. Silly FAT ASS! :P We were so jam packed that ‘concentration’ was an unfamiliar word to all of us. But luckily, VJ was sitting just diagonally and I copied a 4 mark answer from him. :)
But the ultimate hilarious were the various conversations between Samiksha and some adjacent neophytes.
The girl (1st year) – “First year?”
Sam (with an air of pride) – “Fourth”.
The girl – “Then you must be knowing everything. I have got Physics paper today”.
Sam (puzzled and laughing) – “Physics! I didn’t even get marks when I was in 1st year, you expect me to remember that after 3 years?”
After getting the answer sheets, that girl flipped the pages and said, “Isme to lines hi nahi bani hain”.
Sam (to herself) – “kya bevkoof ladki hai yaar!”
The girl (to her batchmate, when he was writing) – “Yaar tu itna seedha kese likh raha hai bina lines ke?”
There was another conversation between Rajlaxmi Mam and a freshman (Animal ASS) sitting between VJ and Samiksha.
The boy – “Mam, sheet is not signed”.
Mam (probably heard only the “sheet” part and laughing) – “Are you a first year?”
The boy – “Yes”.
Mam (with a cute and mischievous smile) – “Child, you don’t get an extra sheet. You have to complete it in the provided 32 sheets only”.
Infact, I was also bewildered. How has the ‘idiot’ finished 32 sheets in his very first college exam? I could not fill even 16 till now in these 3 years.
The boy – “Mam, I am saying my sheet is not signed”.
I felt a sigh of relief.
After Mam signed and went, the boy (to himself) – “10 bhi nahi bharengi, 32 ka to sochna hi bekar hai”.
Anyhow, the drama continued, with one of our reputed teachers (another sick FAT ASS) shouting on top of her voice with her highly irritating shrill voice for the entire duration of the exam, who was finally interjected by Ankit Garg – “Mam, can you please be quiet? We are unable to concentrate”. And then the whole LT cried unanimously – “YES MAAAAAAAAAAM!”
‘Respected’ Mam (angrily) – “How the hell do you expect me to call the names then? I have to do it; there are few more names left”. And then she continued to peeve us.
The last jolt was the last question of our paper, to which somehow I found the answer, but it’s wrong. :( And the funniest thing is - everyone has done it wrong. :)
Never before in my life had I given an exam like this. During the exam time, the ambience, environment, atmosphere all were highly torturous. But when I am penning down this, it seems to be a very comic incident in my life at JIITU, while writing my first exam in the last year. But truly, what a disorganization! They are really experts. Hats off to them!
Posted by
Abhishek Rao
2 comments:
i was lucky enough to find my seat quick enought ..but also unlucky enough to be sitting right under the nose of 'respected mam' who kept shouting in her high pitched voice throughout the exam while i tried to do row operations with terms like 4/29 and 77 and 3/154
..what luck!
she was like "im marking you absent" atleast 10 times for every person who was most obviously .. absent .. whew
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