Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Myth of Last Exam

Exams are meant to test our abilities, knowledge and experience. Without examination we can’t justify anything in the world. But to get the sweet result we pay a lot then we get”.

Every One in his/her life has to go through many examinations and test on various levels. But the joy of giving last examination of an institution is entirely different from any other examination. Only feeling of finishing of a degree tickles the mind and makes the full of joy. The examination can be of any level e.g. Matriculation, higher secondary, graduation, master etc. Every time we finish each level with the last exam we feel mesmerize. But this is a misgovern idea because this is only one side of the coin.

Stepping out of the examination hall by submitting the last answer sheet, one might feel happy. But at the very moment the zephyr of happiness is shun. The rumbling happiness which was provoked long back before examination is ruffle. With end of last exam many emotion, relation and thought are also rinse.

After clearing an examination one is recognized as savant. But in the core corner of the heart one knows, “I am going to loose my scintilla”. It gives a pain. Mind wants to boycott the time and wants to go back. When everyone hangs together near the examination hall. I can see partial gloominess in everyone’s eye. Everyone is going through a panic but there is no vernacular to express. The friendship, the bond, the love, the affection which has grown with time is going to dissipate in few moments. Many of us giving lament and some are speechless. Underneath of everyone there is one question, what next?

This hangs out after the last examination. May be the last for many. Many of them will never meet again to each other. The friendship which was started with a simple smile is going to end with a tight hug. I can feel the tendency and eagerness in every one to stop the time for ever but that is prodigious.

Everything which was very usual once the black board, the chairs, the institution bell, the trees in the lawn and many more. Now our vision has change for them. We can feel the pain of the black board when chalk has scratched its body; feel the suffocation of the bell which was always hanged; feel the burning sensation of tree which it has gone through to give us shade. The canteen which has provided us food and water; no matter if we are bunking our classes. The fan which without any hesitation ran for us. The small fight in friend circle; the birth bumps in birthday parties. And other name of god our teacher who were equally spreading the light of knowledge to every one of us. It happen to most of us, when something is with us we don’t appreciate it, but when it goes beyond our reach we realize its value.

It’s very common phenomenon to be attracted towards opposite sex. Many boys and girls have deep attraction to someone special but the tragedy is they have never been able to express it and today they know it’s the last few moments with their adorable one. Many couples will break up in few months and some in few days. All the love, affection and the insensible promises which the loving bud ever committed will be washed off in time cyclone. Only a glutinous pain in mind will stagnant in memory, which is exquisite and painful. I can see many couple in malaise because they know these movements are not going to come back. But there is a villainous saying for lovers “Out of sight out of mind”.

Time will flow with its own pace, every year a bunch of friend and lovers will pass through these feeling. The vision of every generation can differ. The level of vim can differ from generation to generation. But every generation laminates its feeling together with the Myth of Last Exam.

1 comment:

Sanjeeban Kumar Mahanta said...

Went thru it buddy... well dnt ask me who m i...um a nobody....

Lykd yor theme... lykd d thoght process whc u depicted... Words were raw...bt u cld curve out d Niche of those moments quite sincerely....

Btw loved yor intro part... d lang ws flowin lyk Mighty Brahmaputra...