The “Final” Hurrah!
I slowly trudged up the stairs and walked towards the exam hall. Boys were huddled near the steps and talking about everything except the exams. Near the room, sitting along the balcony, were the girls, immersed in their books. It was the last exam of the final semester, my final B.E. exam. I did not feel any difference. Probably, it was due to the fact that it was a management paper or maybe it was because I was so much used to writing exams for the past four years. Whatever it was, I banished all the thoughts out of my mind and sat down to wait for the exam to start. The invigilator walked into the hall and, as was the norm, started shouting at the girls to come inside. The girls hurriedly uploaded some more data onto their non-volatile memories and hurried into the exam hall. The question paper duly arrived and I gave it a read. The questions were easy and I started writing. Halfway through the paper, I looked back to see what others were doing. Almost everyone were duty conscious,...