My friends in every season'
Exaggeration,as the above might suggest,is not intended.
It is still a good quotation to express the way I had been so keenly involved in reading this great book I only recently finished reading.
I remember turning my entire place upside down in futile search of my various stuff I keep losing-or misplacing. With memory span as brief as a gold fish`s, I tend to get myself in hot soup for 'leaving things behind at home and crafting white lies to get away with it' , thanks to my inborn talent of forgetting things easily. Despite my unconvincing insisting, my teachers refuse to believe me most of the time. At times, my lost possession mysteriously turns up from under my bed, or choose to remain 'lost' at others. Any way round, the book explains where things- mine and yours- suddenly vanish. It`s 'A place called Here'. What,no,of course an imaginary place like it doesn`t really exist (or does it? O.o) I was only telling you the book`s name :P
It`s by Cecelia Aherns, and there`s only a lone word for it: Terrific.
You might want to give it a read,just to unravel the greatest mystery of stuff being right there in front of your eyes,and vanished into thin air the next moment.
P.S: The book cover is simply gorgeous. Also the author. The moment I checked out Cecelia`s snapshot inside, I couldn`t help feeling a slight pang of jealousy (read: self-pity) It`s beauty and brains,complete in one package.
So it was my Maths paper today,and it went kind of pathetic,you see. I had prepared never ending-ly for it. The unfortunate moment I casted a look at the bloody thing, I just KNEW it is going to go bad. The question that I had decided to skip from the Past Papers last night,was shamelessly tongue lolling out at me with the rest of the questions I didnt`t know the answer to.
Surrendering nevertheless to my disposition of helplessness, I picked up my supposedly 'lucky' pen when the dried nib announced an imminent dread.
Inklessness.
I jerked the most vital examination tool vigorously and attempted to scrawl on the blank supplement before me, but the obstinate thing refused to write.
I looked around myself in vain, my face reflecting my plight, when I felt 2 scanning eyes on myself. The invigilator glared at me through her sullen eyes, as I explained her my situation. None of the examinees bothered to offer an extra pen. Maybe they didn`t have any. So I sat restlessly for a while,but then relaxed quite a bit. Pen or no pen,it didn`t really make a significant difference. I didn`t KNOW what to write on the paper! But when the angry stares of the teacher turned more penetrating, I only half-heartedly took out my ball pen.Good ol` dependable ball pen...with it`s reliable resource of ink.
After I`ve read the question for like the umpteenth time, I realized that I actually knew how to solve a few questions. Yes,miracles DO happen. And so I set down to work.
Soon,I was done with everything I knew (SOME of the questions,at that) and the rest of the paper remained as clean and tidy as the paper setter left it.
'Half an hour left.'
The invigilator`s voice broke through the pin drop silence prevailing in the room. And suddenly I sensed panic taking all over me. I haphazardly flipped the pages of the paper helter-skelter , and overcame by a feeling of urgency and desperation. I was very much tempted to turn back and peep into the much-filled paper of the girl behind me. Only the menacing presence of the invigilator withheld my action. Hence, I spent the left over time inventing never-heard-of-before mathematical formulas, contriving to come up with a reasonably satisfying explanations and an easy-way-out solutions for complicated quadratic equations. Therefore, the time was over before I knew it, and I found myself literally clinging to my paper, trying to smoothen an unsuccessful- and horribly sketched- curve,as the teacher exerted all her efforts to pull it from me.
By the time I gathered my stuff and left the examination hall, I looked so dishevelled that anyone could have guessed how my paper went. Thus my friends spared me some dignity by not inquiring about my Maths paper. I had successfully managed to walk away from its nightmare,sane and alive on my own two legs, and I was glad enough at that.
However much I`d rather passing marks, I`d definitely be getting a 'very creative!' remark,anyway :P
P.S: Wish me loads of luck for my next papers! I could use all of it. Trust me.
Adios! xx
