Reality TV does teach you something once in a while. Besides being a bucketload of crap, it does show you the nadirs and pinnacles of human emotion. It also shows you how rats react when cornered. It also shows human psychology at its worst, at its most despicable moments. True glimpses of reality TV is what you get when Mumbai University results are out.
Cut back to when exams were going on. We had only 3 days of respite before we had our CP exams. I had this all-pervading feeling of a ship sinking running through my head all of those 3 days. A few friends I called up were actually enjoying themselves, having finished studying CP in their respective classes. All I could think of was, “I am fvcked.” I didn’t know a thing of CP, which was pretty true. The day of the CP exam dawned, gloomy and forbidding. I gave my CP paper. Attempted a satisfactory 65 marks (assured) + 10 marks (bluffed) worth, hoping to pass.
Cut back to the 7 days before the Mech exam. Having studied for the JEE exams (or having pretended to do so 
), I was confident I could pass. As before, the day of the exam dawned, but cheery and bright. It was only after the exam that the sun blocked out the sky, and vultures dotted the sky. I was sure they were out to get me, probably my first notable failure. I had attempted 70 marks + 10 marks (bluffed), out of which I had an assured 20 marks wrong. However, this sum I had attempted, had only a minor decimal error in the sum, even though the concept was totally wrong.
Skip forward to the day when our passage to the next semester, or failure, was to be documented on the internet. I had passed 
Skip even further to when the marks were displayed. 2 64/100s in CP and Mech. I was ecstatic.
Okay, now stay exactly where you were. 2 people accused me of having had immense luck, which I did. They further iterated that I did not deserve a thing in CP, and that I deserved to fail. Well, maybe I didn’t deserve a thing in CP, but I did deserve to pass, looking at the many people in my Java classes, who are lousy compared to me. You know, things like that touch a nerve somewhere, and I don’t usually write about such sensitive things on my blog.
Out of them, one I can easily forgive, just because he is a good friend. The other, I can’t.
One of my seniors told us to forget about having been school/college/subject toppers during their lifetimes. The examiners at MU don’t give a shite. Just leave your egos behind when you come to engineering.
And he was right, yet the above two still think they are the kings of their former roosts.
P.S: Mayuresh, I apologize for any harshness that my post seemed to convey. I hope the apologies are accepted. Be happy that you are the one I can forgive
