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I couldn’t believe it.
Let’s scroll back in time. Make it last Sunday morning. Yes, yesterday. I woke up from a ‘nap’ after Fajr. I tried to remember my plan. I realized that I had no plan. I looked around in my bedroom, searching for a plan. I spotted something else. A textbook. Wow, I thought, I have an exam tomorrow. I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows, dragged that textbook into my lap and opened it. I stared at it for about five minutes. Another realization came. This wasn’t the textbook that I was supposed to read. I concentrated, and then I concentrated hard. I wanted to search for the required textbook, so I concentrated really hard. Finally, a light bulb popped above my head, glowing its wisdom upon me. I then remembered that the required textbook exists in my possession, but in electronic format.
I took a deep breath and switched my computer on. I opened the file explorer. Instead, Mozilla Firefox appeared on the screen. Oh my, I am still sleepy. But what’s the harm in surfing the Internet for a while? Within a minute, I found my computer connected to the Internet. Then I found myself opening new tabs and new websites. Boy, I love the Internet. An hour passed. Then two. Something started to pinch me. Ouch, it’s hurting. What’s wrong? Another light bulb popped up, this time hitting me on the head. Ah yes, the textbook. I closed all the tabs. I closed Mozilla Firefox. I opened the textbook.
I started reading. I read, and read. And then I read some more. And even more. I deciphered each and every equation, each and every function, each and every variable. I didn’t miss a thing. I didn’t miss a dot. I felt proud. I reclined back into my chair. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. Deeeeeep breath. And then something started hitting me on my head. Repeatedly. Mercilessly. I opened my eyes. It was the light bulb again. What the? I looked at the textbook. I had been reading the wrong chapters.
I stood up and walked out. I grabbed the newspaper. I read the newspaper. The day passed just like that.
At night, I again switched my computer on. This time I browsed the textbook carefully. I marked the chapters to read. I noted down the points needing more attention. Then I went to sleep.
I woke up again in the morning. Today’s morning. Exam is at 1240 hours, I yawned. Crash. The light bulb smashed against my skull. All right, all right, I am studying. Don’t kill me. I opened the textbook. I grabbed my notebook. I furiously scribbled on my notebook. I reworked difficult concepts. I reworked difficult examples. I reworked difficult problems. I reworked everything difficult. And still the light bulb. WHAT? 1200 hours. I was running out of time.
I reached the university. “How’s your prep?” “It sucks.”
I entered the examination hall. I took my seat. Don’t worry. You practised everything difficult. It’s gonna be a piece of cake. Nah, it’s Ramadan. I don’t need no cakes. Our instructor entered. We looked at him. He distributed the exam booklets. I opened mine. I browsed the questions. Nothing was difficult. Everything was easy. I hadn’t prepared anything easy.
I couldn’t believe it.
10 comments
Saeed
Oct 17, 2006 at 11:39 am
lol! phir kya huwa???
aisha
Oct 18, 2006 at 11:47 pm
hahaha :p *wipes tears*
No One
Oct 20, 2006 at 7:35 am
heyy…well hoped you rocked that paper…best of luck…and you might wanna update my link on your blogroll…
see ya.
knicq
Oct 20, 2006 at 11:57 pm
Arey bhai…you should have asked me… I could have told you, its the easy ones that we have to be careful about…
I had to spend an extra year in HSSC just because I took it easy with the easy ones the first time around…not that it helped the following year, when I had gone in all prepared with the easy ones. They decided to give us difficult questions that year. I did as miserably as the first time around. I wrote to them and told them I had already prepared the difficult ones the previous year, and I was prepared with the easy ones that year, and that they should give that some consideration…they did and I passed!
Perhaps you should write to them and tell them that the market needs you more because you are prepared with the difficult ones, while everyone else is just good at the easy ones. Insha Allah you will walk away with the gold medal, which I personally believe belongs to you anyway for having updated….:)
hemlock
Oct 23, 2006 at 1:06 pm
knicq bhai, how come you must relate one of your own instances to EVERYTHNG under the sun ANYONE might have to post about? you put narcissus to shame.
btw. “copurnicus called. and the world DOES NOT revolve around you”
hi sadaat
knicq
Oct 23, 2006 at 1:30 pm
Hemlock, that just shows how multi-dimensional, multi-faceted, and multi-multi my experience is in the ways of the world…
…as for Copernicus, I think he should stop advertising his ignorance.
kawab
Oct 24, 2006 at 3:47 am
hahahahahahahaha
kinda reminds me of ma last calculus exam……man its so damn tru…. sometimes u dont prepare ur self cuz u think its to easy to b in exam but than it actually comes
Saadat
Oct 24, 2006 at 8:31 pm
Saeed: Hona kya tha, meray bhai! Jaisay taisay kar kay khana puri ki, aur bahar aa gaya!
Aisha: *hands you a tissue*
No One: Thanks. And the link has been updated
Bhaijan: Your advice is promptly memorized and saved too in a text file that now resides on the desktop. Next dose of mid-term exams is on its way too *cracks knuckles*
Hemlock: LOL! By the way, that’s ‘Saadat’. And oh, hi!
Kawab: Glad to know I am not alone!
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