Exams, Egregious or Excellent?

After a 3-day after-exam holiday, here I am with my Monday blues and to-dos. But while I am on the way to the university, I can actually tell you all how much I find exams amazing and people around, amusing. I, unlike others, like the thrill of exams. Not because I’m an overconfident git and have a bring-it-on-buddy attitude, but because they make those few weeks of university different; action-packed.

A day before exam, I love watching the battle of my mind and heart where my mind, wearing a halo, gives me every logical reason of why studying at least today is crucial and my heart; well, it just does not feel like studying. 😀

Here’s a sneak peak of how I study. Since no preparation for exam has been done prior to that day, I become a crisis manager and allocate one hour to each chapter (e.g. 4 hours to 4 chapters). Then all of a sudden, I start missing my relatives and long-lost friends so I make calls to them otherwise their memories will keep distracting me from my studies. In the meantime, another tragedy hits me and all of my favorite shows start playing on TV. So I resist my temptation and watch only a couple of them, not all of them. Its then that I realize that I’ll need to decrease the time allocated to each chapter. So it becomes half an hour for each and then I seriously start studying. But it’s important for a healthy person to get proper sleep too. So I keep the books aside and go to sleep early with a challenge in mind, a deadline in head and a wish in heart.


When I enter the university the next day, I see mind-numbing scenarios. Geeks with headings, sub-headings and bullet points of every topic crammed, girls who seem they’ll drop dead anytime because they’ve spent a sleepless night studying all the time, guys with unshaven beards and alphabets ready-to-overflow from their head (as if they’ll puke out all the crammed material). I’m so absorbed in this dramatic scene when my phone vibrates and I read MQ’s text message:

“I am scared of people who study a lot. They have so much of information stored in their brains that there is no space left for common sense!”
Haha! And I laugh out loud.
MQ is one of those introverts who talks less but witty.


A night before exam, my dad goes to a relative’s place and just when she starts bragging about her daughter studying day and night, my dad says, “My daughter studied for only an hour and was ranting on internet after that.” 😐

I get mad after I hear he said that. But then, I know he thinks I’ll manage 🙂 so, all good!

As with all matters of the heart, you just know when you can do it!


At last, that ahaa moment when the exams are finally over. That awesome moment when a friend greets “happy freedom” is priceless and makes adrenaline rush through the systems.


See. The point here is not that I want to insult or underestimate anybody. Everyone has their own way of studying, it’s theirs. I just believe they should enjoy their life more otherwise when they’ll turn the pages of life to see the past, they’ll find nothing but multiple regression and hawthorn effect.

Mel Shwartz says “Perfection is not natural and cannot be obtained. The irony is that the closest thing to perfection is in being able to be present in the moment, which the perfectionist never attains.”

I have seen people change, improve, testify against the odds and play it right when they know the time is right. Don’t run after perfection, study less, enjoy life!



4 thoughts on “Exams, Egregious or Excellent?

  1. Exams are fun. Pursuit for perfection is petrifyingly frustrating though . For, Perfection itself is not always perfect.
    “Superbly written.”

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