The silenced lore

The Hour Game

The beautiful thoughts of optimism ghosted me as the every permission for pessimism became my part. As I slowly crept into the bus, even the window seat was eyeing me of my mistakes. Why the hell everyone wants the window seat. Not that I wanted to feel like the long lost lover or something. Get me some freaking air I thought to myself. The bus I was travelling was a memorial to the population of my country. Not very spacious but extremely loud. I crept my was into the masses and found a girl sitting by the door next to the window seat.

The idea of making a friend struck me and went to her with all the friendly nature I can pull out of my pits of ambush and started a conversation. I got to know the million details and the open book of her life in the few minutes I met her. Tirza is that girl who is quite innocent and naive but extremely honest, she can be a great friend if I try to be with her more thought to myself.  Believe me, I have a freaking unprepared exam tomorrow (it seems she's is also giving) and I am here on the bus questioning my life choices and over analyzing the conversation I had with the girl I just met without having an idea if I would meet her in my entire life time. Even if she passes by and if I don't wanna be with her I exactly know how to avoid that conversation. In fact I am A Pro at dodging people.

I went back to my room after my mom asked be how the day went and stuff, I told her what happened in a bit modified version than what I actually think (do you really think she would not put me in an asylum if I actually say my version of things, duh!) procrastinate for a while and procrastinated for some more time and finally to the company of devil I started my preparation at 10:30 and opened my books all around me and mugged up, used logic for which all the philosophers would cut their veins. I drank coffee as to extinguish all the supplies for my state. I have done this and that with my syllabus and finally at 5:30 I slept be woken up again at 6:30. If I had told anyone that I have done the entire syllabus of 3 months in a night, especially my mom she'd either jump off a window or push me off a window (I'm an Asian and it is totally fine).

So I kept quite, ate my breakfast, successfully avoided normal human conversations with people in the bus and at every where possible and finally sat for the exam. To my delight Charlie sir is my invigilator. I guess Charlie sir understood me and probably every student to an extent so, he was the the fan favorite in the entire Academy. He handed us the papers and like every student in the class I began the exam on the strike of the bell. It's a three hour exam and frankly cheating was not an option. And cheating in this case would be the lamest thing you can do. Unless the top five are sitting beside you and are willing to exchange their papers with you, it would be utter waste if you preen into others. In this case the chance of you knowing the answer of a particular question are high than the person beside you.

With the chaos of worlds, and the lack of the sleep the day before and all the mugging had an intense effect on my attention span. I don't understand the limits of unfortunate I can be. Did the paper setter play the detective game with me the before night. The topics which I exactly left for choice had become the key questions in my paper. With each minute in the three hours that passes by it is becoming more clear that my chances of retaining in the top section are minute. 

I changed my strategy to become the best in the second section than to be the worst in the top section. That was is also not very easy. The clock is ticking and I only have nearly another hour to implement and do whatever I had to. The dizziness on one side, the expectation of my parents and teacher on other side, my inherent anxiety and hyper tension on my mind played allies to the unpreparedness and attitude of mine.

 The bell rang and Charlie sir announced "Half an hour more". My hand is shaking, my brain instead of remembering formulae it was humming "TUNES" of the songs I don't know the beginning and end of.  Will I be able to do this, will I survive, will I at least not survive as better bloke in other blokes. The destiny of the next 3 months would be decided through this what lays ahead is to be done in this last "Half an Hour"....