
All this while my heart was screaming out to God, “Please don’t let this class be a quantitative ability class!”. But the rains seemed to have drenched my prayers. There stood before us a supercomputer with a storage capacity to hold a database of the selected chosen questions, whose answers were probably left behind solely by the almighty Albert Einstein, being bombarded at us poor souls. Somehow my comprehension was off for a six for this particular class. Leave alone understanding the solutions, my brain turned its face away even from comprehending the questions themselves. Amazingly all students seem to be bright enough to come up with answers and had “Probably” schemed up something to make me feel like a royal dunce in this particular class. Trying to pacify my scared soul I turned a glance towards my friend, my ray of hope. Seemed like she was in the same situation as I was. She returned back my glance with a pair of confused eyes which just managed to save me from committing suicide. Grinding my teeth in jealousy of those who managed to save themselves from this really catastrophic class, I managed myself alive through the class.
Completely drained by the end I vented my frustration by digging into a scrumptious submarine. Truly! There is nothing like food in this world that can really cheer you up in times of real crisis like this. Completely fulfilled and rejuvenated after the wholesome dinner, both of us marched our way back home. The class had completely opened my eyes and shook my soul. Promising myself to work harder, I reached my hostel room. But to reinforce the authenticity of this promise I had to sit down and start studying. And it surely did make me feel a lot better too. The feeling of being an idiot and not knowing anything had embarrassed my soul to the extent that no voice was escaping my throat. My concentration was at its peak, when my sweet little devil friend barged into my room. “Anisha! We attended the wrong class today!” she shrieked. She had just had a talk with one of our batch members.
My fingers let go off the pen that I was holding. My brain did a somersault. The past few hours came crashing back when we realized that that evening we had managed to attend a math tutorial for the engineering students!!!
But truly, what had happened was the funniest thing that had happened in a very long time and just managed to lighten my heart which was so burdened by the sorrow of clearing the CAT.