(A sneak peek into what happens when Dreamy goes to give her exam)

I went to a place called Charu Chandra college, looking like a scarecrow, and thinking like one too.My jeans terrifyingly frayed, and my kaajal too, terrifyingly smudged.I had an exam, so , that was like the last thing I was tense about, what with frayed jeans and smudged kaajal, and crows hovering around looking like as if they have loose motion.I thought it was my bad hair day.It wasn't.


My friend B was leaning on something which had something which looked like cow poop.Of course, B dint know that, until we told him that.Then followed a maddening phase, wherein, B started stripping off his shirt, to examine his now-stained-starch-white shirt, N and me were rolling on the road.(figuratively), and screeching "male strip-tease" on the top of our voices,and S and P were shivering, why?..because they were tense about the exam.

We were also talking, you know, conversation, dialogue delivery, whatever, which went like:


P : Adrita, when was the kinetoscope invented?

S: is that in the syllabus?

P: I think so.

Me: Who is John Galt?

S: Now which film did he direct?, I think I dont have the syllabus, is John Galt in the syllabus? what was he?..Soviet filmmaker?

P: there is only one Soviet filmmaker.

N: You mean in the syllabus right?

B: Adrita, you live in South calcutta, tell me , where do I get a new shirt from?

*S, P, me, N all looking at B*

B: What?..How the f*** will I go back home with this grease on my shirt?

Someone: grease?, Dude, this clearly looks like cow poop.

B: Aye, Adrita please tell me where to find a shirt.

N: Ads, I am so happy, I just saw a striptease.

S: Adrita, what will happen to me, will I pass in the exam?

P: Adrita, please sit beside me, during the exam.

Adrita , with an inflated ego, almost died while crossing the narrow bylane.
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Inside the examination hall,there were benches which could seat three students each.

P, S and me sat on one,
B and N sat behind me.
Just then, the invigilator introduced that students from the same college cannot sit together,
Therefore, S was sent to a far off place ,and in her place sat, a certain Aurungzeb Sheikh Mustafa.

Now, I was busy looking outta the window,watching a crow circus, when the bell rang and everybody started writing.I, however discovered that I had lost a piece of stationary.Normally, I had grown up calling it "rubber", but as a result of watching too many American teeny bopper movies, now I call it "eraser".

So, the following conversation took place between me and Aurungzeb Sheikh Mustafa.

Me: (in a hushed tone) Can I please use your eraser?

ASM: (in a hushed tone) whaaaaaaaaaat?

Me: eraser, eraser!

ASM:kyaaaaaaaa?

Me: (pointing towards the eraser) eraser?

ASM: (in a not so hushed tone) ohh...you want to use rubber?

Now the invigilator comes running towards us, his eyebrows dancing and everything,

"what happened?"

ASM:(in a tone that is not at all hushed) Nothing Sir, she wants to use my rubber.

wait, its not over.

invigilator, to me: Why don't you have rubber?You should always carry rubber.It is very important.Especially during exams.


Inspite of such and such things happening, my exam was not that bad at all.

Also, B borrowed a school bag lookalike sling bag from someone, and went home gloriously.