The Gregarious REcluse

The delirium and trauma that many students undergo in their incessant need to see an amazing GRE score erected, is something I totally didn't experience. I enjoyed two weeks of absolute bliss at home preparing for the exam, in a way I haven't done in the past 20 years.Yes sir, its that time of the year when final year students of many engineering colleges (under the regime of AU) try and sweat it out to get out of a place, which, they would by now be sure enough to append an adjective and call it - fucking place.

Somewhere around the morning of September 4th, a sunday, I realised that i had bitched just about enough, not studying for the GRE which was to surface just 15 days later. My legendary pace of the bookworm, ironically not being one, saw me through with the staggering 50 word lists from the Bhagavat Gita of GRE - Barrons. That book is so damn famous that, in one of the tamil movies(where hardly ambiguous titles like 'Gentleman' and 'Run' are coming along), namely - Mudhalvan, in a popular song titled 'Shakalakka Baby' you can see the guys having this book.It has become so synonymous with the engineering students from middle-class families flying to the States.Whatever that be, its now a matter at hand.

For certain promises I made to the ETS, I won't reveal any fucking question and we won't discuss how I performed.

However, I feel a need to express the joy I felt preparing for the exam. Much of my present vocabulary, wherever it might stand, has been due to my family, my teachers, my surroundings and most of all a memory that has all the interest in the world to absorb all that seems highly trivial or useless to rest. I still recall my father holding a family photograph and on diffrent occasions giving me some trinket and saying -"This is for posterity".This memory dates back a long time ago when I would whine at boarding the bus to school. Another of my father's favourite usage on the occasion of grousing about autorickshaw drivers would be that they are charging exorbitantly, which he would put it as - "Autorickshaw drivers only in this place swindle money like this". And then when I would reach 8th standard or so, my father had to counsel me on a regular basis, as I used to be terribly bad at studies. My father used to tell me and try inculcating concepts like peer pressure, which hardly I could grasp and would escape the moment then by shaking my head obediently and feigning maturity.And so I got to know words like posterity, swindle, peer, etc.

Now that I have bitched about my skills, we will end this post in an abrupt manner.Its just fun to end a post like this.....