Why is there EXAMS???

Life is already pretty bad as it is. Add to it the stress and tension of having to perform well for the university exams whose purpose completely eludes me. Being an engineering student, in trivandrum I am lorded by the Kerala University which has the done the IMMENSELY great thing by putting both S3 and S4 exams on adjacent days. With the present timetable I'd have exams on 5,6,7 and 8 of August. Why bother putting exams? Exams are there to test a student on his skills and knowledge, NOT to impress upon him/her what all he doesn't know. Granted the majority of the student community are the followers of last minute study. But the University officials shouldn't do this sort of cruelty to the students.
And what about the purpose of exams? All we ever do is cram some stuff up and go vomit it in the answer paper. Those who have better cramming capacity do well. Those who try to understand and apply it in real life suffer. And the industries?? They are in need of people who apply their knowledge, not a bunch of geeks. Anyway, I alone cannot change the exam pattern. So let me go CRAM.......

Love's Loss

I’m never going to say a word....

Of what’s burning inside of me,

Just carry on, as if all’s fine

As if life is one big puppet show

Being pulled this way and that

By strings of unseen forces;

Unknown emotions.

Hadn’t wanted to love you,

Never want to lose you

Why??? Why did I had to

Fall for you of all?

Factions of my body constantly

Warring o’er this – my heart & head

Time and again, I feel alone

No one to listen to my silent sobs...

The green eyed monster rears up his head

Tongue darting, teeth baring, stifling me

Learnt to endure him now....

Making me feel helpless

Just like a newborn babe.

I want to listen to my mind

But am scared...very much so...

Don’t want my heart, broken & bleeding

I bottle up my feelings;

Disguise them with other emotions

Care, friendship, trust and the like..

What do I do?? Wait for it to pass??

But, WILL it??

Deep within me, I know

I would love you from afar

Keeping the smile on my face

However hard it becomes to...

Love’s a double edged sword

Sharp enough to draw blood

Strong enough to defend loved ones

At times, bringing hurt and havoc

At times, bringing care and peace

Till eternity, my love would remain

Never will I say goodbye

To you, my dear.......

I’m holding on... with a love

Strong enough , to make me or break me

But no, I would keep it all inside

Wouldn’t want anyone to know

I’m walking on a gossamer thin thread

And there’s nothing... none at all

To break my fall.

The Broken Blade

When I woke up I was alone.... I searched for my shadow. It was not there....Then I suddenly realized that I was in the shadowless land of the Elven Kingdom. This was one of the numerous quirks of the shadowless land. Here I was, Majestic, the vampire slayeress, in the Elven Kingdom waiting for the greatest vampire ever, Draco. I suddenly remembered what it was that woke me up. It was that tried and tested female intuition pricking. I knew for sure that there was an enemy lurking nearby. It was the unbearable stench of thousands of rotten eggs and H₂S that woke me up. Instantly I realized that this was going to be one great fight.

I cautiously stood up and got out of my room.

CRRREEEEEAAAAAAAAAKKKK........

The door hinges made an abominable noise.. “ I’m dead,” I thought with consternation. Whoever was there lurking in the shadows knew that I was up and among the living. He would be aware of each and every movement of mine. In a profession where stealth and secrecy was considered more important than skill, I knew I was doomed.

I moved to the next room, took out my Calvin Klein and daubed it liberally on a scarf and tied it around my nose and mouth.

There, at least that would take care of the creature’s stench.

I walked down carefully and stealthily taking particular care not to make any more noise. I neared the basement where the stench was concentrated the most. As soon as I stepped into the semidarkness, I was forced backward by the thrust of a sword at my chest. I was more than angry at this intrusion on my privacy and sneaky attack.

Who was this vampire who was this arrogant???? – I thought

After a few nano seconds my night vision goggles gave me a clear view of the basement room. What I saw through them stunned me to silence. It was neither the arrogant armadillos not the zooming zamborginis. This was one of the greatest vampires ever, with an ear splitting voice, Reshammiya... Himesh Reshammiya. His canines long and sharp and waiting to sink into my pretty neck. I knew that to defeat him, I would have to use brains and beauty along with my skill and experience.

He started circling me like a born fighter. Both of us were waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, I got irritated and thrust my sword at him with the speed of lightning. Using a move right out of the Bond movies, Himesh sidestepped me and blocked all my attacks quite easily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my 2 comrades, Layla and Tanisha, were chained at 2 corners of the room. All of a sudden the gravity of the situation hit me..... My very able and skilled friends chained to the pillars. How rude of Himesh to do that!! He must have known that we slayers hate losing our independence more than anything.....even death....

For the first time since I came into this profession as vampire slayer, I felt fear. Fear that Himesh, one of the greatest vampires ever would get the better of me. We parried for a while. One of his thrusts were so vicious that it broke the blade of my sword into two !! The finest sword forged by the elven kings of Daggerknoff was into 2 pieces.......

“ Booooooooo hooooooooo............Sniff Sniff “

I started crying. I couldn’t control my grief. My best sword...... in 2 pieces. My grief was beyond control.....My tears were coming down in torrents. Even the vampire Himesh was stunned. Soon he started to get panicky, because my tears were starting to fill up the room. Being a slayeress, my tears had the property of not causing harm to myself or fellow slayers...... Pretty soon, Himesh was at my feet, begging forgiveness.... Pleading for his life.... Kissing my feet even.....

At that moment I realized that my dog was licking my feet......

YEEEOOOOWWWWWWWWW.......................

Licking my FEEEETTTT.....yuck yuck...

I scrambled up from my bed and realized that my feet didn’t need a wash. Tommy had licked them pretty thoroughly. I was just about to slip back to my slumber and dreams of Himesh Reshammiya begging my forgiveness when the alarm started ringing.

TRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7 o clock

I got up from my bed and started searching for my books which also doubled up as my pillow. There goes my internal mark.... Writing stuff about Himesh Reshammiya begging me or having dreams or fantasies was not going to help me get a pass for the exams....and without passing, I might as well search for a tent to live in when my parents chuck me out.

SIGH...

Back to the real world and so on to exams !!!!