The Great Massacre...
Not talking about the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre or something...am talking about the great grand massacre every student goes through especially in a medical college..."THE GRAND VIVAS"..
The word itself has got me goosebumps...no wonder it makes you sweat n cry n weep when you even think about it...have been through this and a great big ordeal as it is...every fellow classmate would agree to what i am talking about...
You really feel like a jackfruit who is subjected to an arrow attack...that is what i felt too...knowingly and readily you agree to this attack knowing that this will fetch you marks and make u pass...you willingly enter the dangerous den and are ready to get attacked...with sweaty palms and a sweaty forehead...you get ready to fight this battle you know you will never win in the first place..then there you see a person with two big horns on his head,ready to chew you up,swallow you down,there are rays and arrows of questions bestowed upon you,and even if you try to catch them,you know you will never succeed..
Even if you behave as if the books are written by you and you try to answer,deep in you can feel the empty brainbox dingling...lol..any question asked makes you feel as if you have never opened the book,dazed and confused,and thats what is seen on the marksheet too...:P.. i guess they can hear that empty cranium sound too...you stand there as a fool who has a zero iq,they ask as if they know you are someone with an iq of 130..and thats where the balance looses out and you are asked to leave...
This is really one of a great challenge i have been enjoying,getting screwed up is true,but at the same time its challenging,you know where you stand,even if its the deepest fathom of a trench,but vivas make it sure you will rise,even if its just a question of a few inches...but the feeling of quenching and twisting of intestines is one of a kind,this can only be felt when you stand up there for vivas...you feel like you have been made to pass through a rubber tube of the least diameter..and when its over and done,you breathe as if you are breathing for the very first time... VIVAS are really one of a kind thing for students...i really dunno whether to stand up for it or against it...kuch bhi ho...exams would have been empty without them...kudos to VIVAS for making a student life so worth being called a challenging life..
Not talking about the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre or something...am talking about the great grand massacre every student goes through especially in a medical college..."THE GRAND VIVAS"..
The word itself has got me goosebumps...no wonder it makes you sweat n cry n weep when you even think about it...have been through this and a great big ordeal as it is...every fellow classmate would agree to what i am talking about...
You really feel like a jackfruit who is subjected to an arrow attack...that is what i felt too...knowingly and readily you agree to this attack knowing that this will fetch you marks and make u pass...you willingly enter the dangerous den and are ready to get attacked...with sweaty palms and a sweaty forehead...you get ready to fight this battle you know you will never win in the first place..then there you see a person with two big horns on his head,ready to chew you up,swallow you down,there are rays and arrows of questions bestowed upon you,and even if you try to catch them,you know you will never succeed..
Even if you behave as if the books are written by you and you try to answer,deep in you can feel the empty brainbox dingling...lol..any question asked makes you feel as if you have never opened the book,dazed and confused,and thats what is seen on the marksheet too...:P.. i guess they can hear that empty cranium sound too...you stand there as a fool who has a zero iq,they ask as if they know you are someone with an iq of 130..and thats where the balance looses out and you are asked to leave...
This is really one of a great challenge i have been enjoying,getting screwed up is true,but at the same time its challenging,you know where you stand,even if its the deepest fathom of a trench,but vivas make it sure you will rise,even if its just a question of a few inches...but the feeling of quenching and twisting of intestines is one of a kind,this can only be felt when you stand up there for vivas...you feel like you have been made to pass through a rubber tube of the least diameter..and when its over and done,you breathe as if you are breathing for the very first time... VIVAS are really one of a kind thing for students...i really dunno whether to stand up for it or against it...kuch bhi ho...exams would have been empty without them...kudos to VIVAS for making a student life so worth being called a challenging life..
