ABC of Exams...

Jumping with glee, unaware of the repercussions

I was taken aback; shit! Examinations…

Each alphabet of the word has a different comprehension,

Each viewing angle causes such an altercation.

E-stands for endless studies, just to start,

As if horizons pushed back with no mark.

Marks? Is the serious question to get an answer for;

But questions on such a gamut of topics are countless and more.

Xerox copies strewn here and there,

A loose sheet of diag.; screamed I, “came out from where?”

Last day, my incomplete work invites the bundle of Photostat;

“50paisa per page bhaiya, it’s such a towering stack.”

A - Apple/atoms/Archimedes/abacus/antennas, Anxiety!

“Ab kya hoga?” is I sigh with all my lost gaiety.

Never thought I this, a week before the exams commenced.

Endless phone calls for solace now, dial a friend I, when tensed.

Mind in confusion to learn this or that,

With losing hours on the clock, nervous I sat.

Unit 4 is half, Unit 6 left. What about the 1^st unit?

Calculating my time, all my nails I bit.

I calls for interaction of subjects one into another.

“#^*&@ that’s FRS and EMF is a different subject all together.”

‘Last moment’ does the trick, I rub the chin, mind perplexed.

A firm decision, the concept belongs to this and not the next.

Non-stop studies, if it helps, are the last resort.

Syllabi outstripping the time, quite mundane chores we abort.

Bathing, shaving is luxury; two square meals are all.

Lucky are those who sleep four hours, for that’s called a ball.

A – This one stands for admonishes and not anxiety.

After our souls, our parents and teachers, for our state is such a pity.

“Kept on telling you to study, you never paid heed.”

Cycles of scolds and consoles are all that, now, breed.

Try, try, try again is the mantra.

Keep on trying till you get the funda.

Endless discussions till I finally understand it all,

Questions, doubts and revisions over the phone fall!

I is now incomplete tasks to be done.

For the left up pages in the notebook I run.

Consultancy is on a all time high,

Movement of books is all one can see by.

Overnight scanning, burning the midnight oil.

It’s not merely a phrase, for we indeed toil.

Day and night, sleep doesn’t divide.

It’s a nap of two hours, where our fears confide.

N – Now I get no N for this…

Aftermath of exams is all this and bliss.

I can grasp no more, think no more…

All the best to all if examinations knock your door.!