Hindi mana hai

It was Wednesday, when I dressed up neatly and was trying to convince myself "Dude don't worry, you are gonna rock today. It's just a matter of 21/2 hours. Just go and do some shit.” Yeah, that was the day when I was writing my exam almost after 2 years.
The morning was as usual great with the snoring sounds of 2 great animals. One was growling near to my bad and second one was grumbling in the hall. Really, a very thunderous morning with little bit farting efforts, which were adding great flavors to that obstreperous clamor.
I took my books and was trying to remember some old mathematical formulas and myriads of jargons in English. I promised myself not to be slept during this whole period.
At the last, waiting ended and I was standing in front of examination center. I was wondering that still I see 4 girls, sitting on the stairs, and trying to grasp whole book as soon as possible. Believe me, nothing has changed. Girls will always be like that. Anyway, I ignored them and showed no signs of pressure, which was bubbling inside my stomach as well (last day I had Kaayam chooran). I joined the clique of two smokers, who were trying to appease each other by saying something about that bullshit exam.
Smoking is really a good habit which brings people close to each other. They offered me cigarette and I accepted whole heartedly. The chat stared and after 2 minutes only we were grousing about the pattern of that examination and the fucked up syllabus.
Discussion went on, where we only criticized that creepy exam. At 9:00 AM sharp, those phony called us, appearing as if they were VIPs (The camouflages). One locker was given to me, where I had to keep all of my belongings, including my purse and bag (which was pretty big). I tried to push it inside that space but it was bigger than that of empty space. Suddenly, I heard a clamor; one girl was shouting some silly and goofy rules. I ignored her (as I do always) and was busy inserting my big guy inside that smaller void. That ferocious young, ugly lady came behind and started crying: “You must listen all the instructions. We are not going to repeat again.” “Ah this sucks man, who will listen these boring lectures” I told to myself. Anyway, there was no way to go; I turned my face and started listening impatiently (obviously, I was busy on other side).
“Who is Puneet Sharma??” One dolt shouted and asked me to go inside. Yeah, I was just 10 meters away from my target, my computer where I had to spend 3 precious hours of my life. I sit on the chair and interviewed (Not exactly). I saw one corpulent figure sitting in front of me, glaring me with full anxiety. “You sign in Hindi. Can you produce any identification where you have signed in English?” Lady cried. Ah that was too much, didn’t she know that I belong to MP where my native language is Hindi or she could not realize from my appearance (Untidy and shabby). “Sorry madam, I don’t have” I shouted.
I was really shocked to hear; lady asked me to go outside and confirmed that I couldn’t appear in the test.
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