Time Space & Me

The moment of truth....the final testimony to their own intellect and the ability to comprehend the most dreaded hours of life as student of their field of studies. The hall is dead silent except for the timid throatal clearance and the rocking of rikitty tables as the candidate shifted his pen in sheer excitement. The skimming of question page and construction of margin with their pencil would give teeth grinding episode. Sitting on two by four in five rows with fourty intellectuals is a crowd in itself but when there is no alternative this is the ultimate mathematical luxery. I remain there like a spy, not so friendly with unpridictable composure. Invigilating them but not policing them. The ambience is nostalgic to my own candidancy ages back. Yet, burried in their world of Bloom' taxomomical excersise they spill out in abundance. Some even exude yellow bile in bitter like an oil expeller in job...crushing and extracting the last out of mustard. I with professional retroric watch this balled in going. Their pens dancing as they trail cursively along....their calculator in progress and eraser distrophically becoming thinner as they deleted unsatifictory trash. The cool breeze swipping in through the northern door makes them move a little but works the analogy of car radiator system. Then in utter disperation some one cocks and squint his eyes to the nearest candidate to steal away the idea of answer. There I go with a loud made up cough and the candidate gets the message. He feels arrested and almost pretends to be innocent. While some frowns and grunts while another meditates deep into his answre to get the piece of precious. There are some who sit all along and writes nothing...to them failure is still a big success. They tried and failed....because failing is very difficult and thus its a success. Slowly the time piterouted...they sought extra folios and yet next...they wrote pages of essays, mathematical diasporas, the diversity of grammar, the intricies of physics and alcamy of chemistry. As they exited in the offing there was this billion dollar question sucking me into its impossililities. "What is this Examination doing here?" Memory test, poetic aspiration, reproducing, regurgating the past lessons, IQ, cpmmensense, understanding, creating, applying, innovating, or concatination of cacophonic disillusement. To me they are just earning double digits for next year which would continue till they remain in this system. The fallout is interesting.....we get topclass stupides with high scores and no education while some time we produce successful dropouts. Its like hybriding cabbage and raddish- to get cabbage head and reddish trunk. Heavily likely that we end up getting cabbage root and reddish shoot.....and I had this candidate who sat for three hours in exam hall and just wrote index. Absolutely amazing...