Thath Thvam AseeJune 13, 2008
Exam starts tomorrow. My exam centre is in the other side of the city which means I have to catch some shady bus, which is not at all fun. F...
Exam starts tomorrow. My exam centre is in the other side of the city which means I have to catch some shady bus, which is not at all fun.
First exam up is Sanskrit. The portions mainly consist of grammar and a bit of literature. The literature part of it is pretty hilarious, the translations to the poetry bit are particularly side-splitting.
"The younger sister of Ravana who is afflicted by cupid's disease approached Ram like a snake oppressed by the heat of the summer would approach a sandal wood tree"
-verse 32, canto XII, Raguvamsa
I feel sorry for Kalidasa, the good man.
Oh well, Economics on Sunday, the portions are truly terrible and I haven't covered an inch. But here I am, writing. Typing rather. I think I will apply for the post of President in the Honorary Society of Advanced Procrastination. Tomorrow.
English next Saturday. The portions are terrible, with dreadfully boring essays about err...I don't really know, but knowing the University, I think I'm pretty accurate. Following English is this horrendous subject called Statistics and Operations research. It is puke-worthy and the syllabus is as vast as it is boring. The last exam is thankfully Financial Accounting. Child's play.
My main concerns for worry are the twin terrors, Eco and Stat. And if I had an ounce of conscience and common sense, I'd be studying right now.
But I will shamelessly admit that I have neither and extend my presence here, albeit for a short while (I may not have conscience or common sense but I do have a Mother. A very loud mother.)
Speaking of mothers, Parents' anniversary coming up this weekend. They will complete 21 years of holy matrimony (1987 - 2008) . While the Mohan-and-Padma-method-of-raising-daughters may not be perfect, I'm pretty convinced its the best.
Besides, even after 21 whole years, the two of them as corny as ever. Just yesterday, Appa was complaining of giddiness. When Amma asked him since when he had been having the feeling, he replied "Since the day I met you." and Amma started giggling on cue.
I groaned, obviously. And gave the "Indha-vayasla..." (at this age...) dialog. But I was giggling inside too. Personally I think its unfair that the world's best husband is married to my mother.
And until a couple of years back, I was pretty sure it was an arranged match. Turns out it was not. Amma is Appa's best friend's sister's best friend. Quite a connection huh? That story I will leave for another day. The softspoken lady my father fell for is after me and If I don't leave now, the consequences may be dire.