Fly Soups
Ignore the title to this post… It spawned from the mind of a brain-dead walrus, upon provision of proper stimuli. In other words, this is all Kiron could come up with.
Quite some time has elapsed since my last post on this, and in fact, any blog. For once, the reason for this is not absolute laziness on my part. At least not just that. On reading my previous post, one would gather that i’ve passed out of school. Which is true only to a certain extent, seeing as how it was penned during the study break for the boards… Life has progressed since. Here it is: Six months of my life, in a nutshell.
1. Wrote the boards.
For better or for worse, the board exams came and went, leaving me with the curious feeling that maybe i could’ve done better if i’d studied a bit more. But hey, the past is the past. So, putting the bad behind me, i started prepping for the worse. The entrances loomed ahead. While initially believing that i’d stick at home and study, seeing as how my parents had, over the course of two years, procured for me all the material i’d ever need… While material was not lacking, determination and will power certainly were. I acknowledged defeat, and enrolled at one of those godless places that, in their advertisements, almost guarantee you safe passage through the entrance examinations of whatever place you want to go to. Keyword, almost. On to that one-month long chapter of my life: The Crash.
2. The Crash (course)
The first thing the veritable hellhole enlightened me on was how little i knew. If waking up at ungodly hours and dragging myself there was worth it at all, ’twas not because of the teachers and their efforts to tutor me , but because of my fellow students, among whom a few friends existed. Okay the afore mentioned “ungodly hour” was 8 30, but hey… Anyone who knows me, anyone who’s ever had the misfortune of waking me up, rather, attempting to wake me up, will know that any hour pre-noon is ungodly for me. Also, i didnt drag myself anywhere. I was chauffered by my caring parents. Yes, yes, i’m a thankless pig. After a month, or to be specific, 22 days of listening to professors doing their best to finish two years worth of portions in a few days, i was free. The celebration was however, cut short with the kerala exams, the big momma of entrances, being a mere day or so away.
3. The Kerala Entrances, and miscellanious others
Went happily to my exam centre, and found out where i’d be sitting. Unlike the dude to the left of me, or the pseudo-hot chick in front, my palms were not sweaty, my knees were not shaking, and (with reference to the girl) my t shirt was not riding up, leaving my bum perilously exposed to the eyes of jobless voyuers like me. Why wasn’t i tensed, facing what i was told was the biggest and most important exam i’d faced to date, one that would if it could, decide my future?? The answer is simple. I was certain that i wouldnt make it. That cool-headedness by itself was probably responsible for my doing better in the blasted exam than i’d expected to, securing a moderate rank, which, while not being an embarassment, would not get me an admission anywhere. There were numerous exams to come, all of which i wrote. Within the space of one month i wrote a grand total of ten exams. Then, siesta time.
4.1 Post Exam, Pre Result amd 4.2 The Results
4.1
This particular chapter was both enjoyable and harrowing, for obvious reasons. Post exam, so back to the usual sloth. Pre Result, so anxiety attacks, hypertension and sleepness nights reading Dr. Suess books for no discernable reason.
4.2
Results came out. One by one, my ranks left me in little doubt as to where i’d be spending the next year of my life. With Dad saying no to management seats, my path led to one place. Brilliant. One of those places where they take your life, suck out all the fun and enjoyment, and inject intense study. With the inevitable result, that, provided youre not a retard of the highest degree, you’ll make it somewhere in the coming year. Daunted by the prospect of spending another year of my life on the same things i’d just spent 2 on, i hoped against hope that one of my ranks would be high enough (or low enough, depending on how you look at it), but no cigar. I went to the place, paid the fees and left, promising to return 2 weeks later to commence my studies.
5. Post Result, Pre Brilliant
Though this chapter was unexpectedly extended by two weeks thanks to unexpected rain, my luck eventually ran out. So i went, with all the stuff i needed in a big bag, and all the stuff i cared about back at home. Off on a venture that i expected would last a year. Life had other things planned, though.
6. Brilliant
Started studies. Got used to the pattern. Resigned myself to the fact that i was there, that there was no escape. Then, three weeks into it, i escaped 
7. The Escape:
Waaay back, i’d written an exam just cause i was writing another one at around the same time, and that centre was pretty close to this one. Well, long story short, i made it through their second round of counselling :D. So good bye brilliant. Went there again, never to return. Picked up bags. Left the place. Off to college.
8. College
Father Muller Medical College, Mangalore, would be my next destination. Classes started on august 1st. And i’ve been there since. Have occasionally wanted to escape, but been working my ways around that. Five months of my course till i got enough of a break to return home. Am here right now, and will be returning to college in a few days. Hopefully this blog wont remain dead. Will try to post. Not that you care
Anyways, thats my excuse. And a long one it is. Whatevers happened over the past few, im here now, and i do not regret it. Both past and future are out of your reach, the only tangible thing is the present. Live it. With that piece of advice, reader, i bid goodbye for now. Au revoir. And even though this blog may be nothing but a mierda de un toro, check back once in a while Even bullshit can be funny…
-AMDG [with apologies to Syam ]
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