It was friday morning. Normally I wake up very late on friday mornings, for fridays are holidays for people in meta level (what I mean is the people in meta branch). But this is a very special friday; not only for me, but for the entire bunch of people sharing the common meta level interests with me. I woke up at 7.OOAM and for a moment thought of the devil about to approach me in about one hour from then-that was the E-SLOT quiz ;and shall I name it? EXTRACTIVE METALLURGY. I knew something was going to happen. Superstitions donot direct my intutions but clearly statistics do. Never had I managed to do well on any important occasion. Poor performance in exams became a habit to me. I had a notion since my Ramaih days, that I was the best among people. Though it had been consistantly proved wrong , I never had the courage to accept it. Whenever my performances and scores were poor ,the occasions being more in number, I used to remind myself of the good scores that i got and thus console myself that still I remain the best.
The JEE results did shatter my convictions. For a while I thought whether I was worse than Tom,Dick and Harry who got better ranks. Worst of all, my public image was affected. A bit history about this public image. I was one of the very few chaps who made it into Ramaiah, literally countable on fingers, from my place. So, obviously people had a very good opinion about me. Moreover, a senior of mine, who is one of my kind(who got into ramaih from my place), set a precedent,a very bad one -I realised later, by getting a rank in two digits in JEE. So, there were lots of hopes on me,all of which were shattered by a simple rank card reading " Your JEE rank is 2057."
Later I got a reason for my poor performance in JEE. I attributed it to public pressure.Seemed logical then. I thought of proving myself after coming to IITM and as expected I've given up. Quizzes seemed no longer interesting. My feelings about myself changed. I thought, there is nothing to prove in me. Worse, during the first and second semesters I did courses with the computer science students . What else better reason can one have for giving up.
Things began to change from my third semester onwards. People started asking me doubts and praised me if I clarified them. I was in a state of complete confusion.When I thought,I was the best,I was proved wrong by the society,when I thought I wasn't , I was asked to rediscover myself again by the same society. Is this not obfuscating?I mean, the concept.
Having thought all about this,I looked into my watch. My God!! It was 5 to 8 and E-slot exam in five minutes. I still had to brush my teeth.
PS: All characters (numbering one) in the above post are fictitious. I wanted to start this post with "it was a friday morning," because great writers generally start with "it was a saturday morning" and obviously had to create some idea to continue it.
