They Say, "Your destiny may not always be what you dreamt of".
I've always struggled to accept that, Maybe because I've been stubborn believer in stoicism, In the idea that a person can write his own destiny with discipline, Intent & Relentless efforts.
But then comes the inevitable question,
"If I believed that so deeply then why wasn't I able to Destine Myself to NLS/NALSAR Or any top 5 for that matter?
Why did I make peace with CNLU Patna?
Answer sits in blurred multifaceted dilemmas of efforts, Distractions, fate & Fairness.
Some answers I do know infact but they are really hard to accept,
Some are burried deeper in the question of fate and fairness
I may never fully know that was it the ink that spilled writing my destiny or it was the pen that dried out at the wrong moment.
But atleast I realised that life isn't a page but a book and now I have flipped the page again from CLAT (1126) to AILET (674) to CBSE Boards (90.8%)
It took me time to realise it's always reading the book even after the page doesn't turn out the way you imagined.
I am in exam hall,
Deep silence followed by a wake up call.
Yes this is exam hall,
Where discipline prevails and is placed above all.
Some write with harmony and fluency,
Few try inspite of their ignorance and deficiency.
A very few repeatedly stares at the moving clock,
To check the momentum of their good luck.
The contact with the clock was short and temporary,
A command from behind was interrupting but necessary.
Now it is time for final reminder to all the participants,
Where all have to submit their paper as a mark of commitment.
Copies are submitted with the closing bell at the end.
The examinees left the exam hall to leave it in pure silence.
The books lie open, quiet and still,
Pages whisper, you’ve learned the skill.
Every line you read, every note you made,
Is strength you gathered, brick by brick laid.
The exam is not fear, it’s a doorway bright,
A moment to show your inner light.
Breathe in courage, let worries rest,
You’ve tried your hardest — that’s your best.
Pens may shake, hearts may race,
But knowledge stays, it knows its place.
Walk in steady, head held high,
You are ready — give it a try.
And when it’s done, whatever the score,
You’ll still be someone meant for more.
Had the worst driving instructor
He focused his time on being lewd
Not ready but went for driver's test
Bottom line ~ I didn't pass
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Zombie neo Nazi propaganda legislation lobby robbers
Male female test tube coordinated
Suv strike force highway rodeo champs
Take Italy girl long time
To get Kevin to look at it
Im Irish army military Science
I can't see weakness cowardice hiding spot thing thought
My exam is over and everyone is plugged in on phones
earbuds in, except for him, who sleeps, slumped on desk, bag in front
with me the only one who can hear him snoring.
Understood! Here's an innovative and creative sonnet about exams, with the constraint of omitting the letter "e":
In hush of rooms, minds cram with facts so bright,
As clocks tick on, anxiety takes flight.
With books in hand and worry in our sight,
Our thoughts align, preparing for our plight.
A swirl of thoughts, a whirl of words,
As minds absorb what was said and heard.
But doubts may haunt, and vision may blur,
As hours pass, and exams draw near.
But though this trial may bring us stress,
It also tests our grit, our fortitude, no less.
For in this crucible, our skills will show,
As through our trials, our knowledge will grow.
So let us face this daunting task,
With courage, faith, and questions to ask.
Grace searched Yang with her eyes
And observed only size.
God knows she's not racial;
This Yang is not special...
Soon, she'll test him with food,
As his first exam good:
preferably an oat meal;
How with it he would deal:
If he'll nibble at it
Or pounce on it and split!
But Yang too watches her.
"She has with men gone far,
Mere veil her coat of fur;
Her first request: New Car!"
The sign you hold:
a) says either stop or slow
b) is a matter of perception
c) makes for moments of conversation
d) is a pause in time
When one lane is closed:
a) cars must stop and wait for others
b) another lane is open
c) each of us must live another life
d) time stands still
The pilot vehicle:
a) will take off on Runway #1
b) is painted in psychedelic colors
c) leads cars through the work zone
d) will take you to the stars
When an emergency vehicle approaches:
a) the old man down the road must be sick
b) close your eyes and hope for the best
c) realize everything works out in the end
d) hold traffic so it can pass
A change of weather:
a) observe the clouds as they sing and dance
b) soon it will rain
c) work pauses
d) lightning never strikes twice
e) all of the above
At the end of day:
a) skies are painted
b) all lanes are re-opened
c) the sun falls over the edge of the earth
d) someone will cry
February 7, 2023
School
A teacher smiles with the bad news
He won’t get his grades, in their view
He’s wasted ten years attending school
he’s good in PE and the swimming pool
It’s last-ditch, with exams months away
At ten parent’s evenings they failed to say
Gave you no warning until it’s too late
And abandoned your child to their fate
They worry about the school’s reputation
Lied constantly about your kid’s education
Sit in the corner, out of the way, amused
Difficult to teach him, leave him confused
Previous parent’s evenings, nothing but smiles
Sent you off happy, oblivious of trials
Misled you till now, dyslexia diagnosed
Exonerates the school, who’re never exposed.
Lesson learned, school’s lie, don’t trust
At parent’s evenings, questioning a must.
David Cox 14/01/23
“I walked towards the
room, thinking that
my grades will bloom.”
“But when I grabbed the
question paper,
suddenly my hands
weren’t stable. ”
“Then I walked toward the
line thinking it will be
fine, and now it’s about
damn time!”
“The first question was 2+2,
but after I flipped the page,
it asked me something related
to square roots!”
“As an English poet, I think we
all know that,
for me however hard someone
tries, MATHS IS TRASH!”
That's for you A Candidate:
Often glancing at The Date
And on that day Exact Time,
Sometimes jolted by clock's chime
For the still much unprepared
With weakness to be soon bared...
That's for you The Candidate:
Always the first at the gate,
Himself long begun to prime;
To have not done so a crime.
Not a nice story "Exams hard!"
For election "Not on guard"
That's for us A candidate:
One tests and elections rate;
With defeat mourns each spent dime;
Lips of one who'd rushed down lime
But tomorrow plays same card,
Triumphing invites a Bard.
Result of an examination
Must not give botheration
But, promote determination
And plenty of concentration
In case one has failed
Adverse news is mailed
Still one can be bailed
Let not one be assailed
This time one has not passed
One is by failure now bossed
Though one is outclassed
Agony must not be caused
Let "what one person has achieved
Can be done by all" be believed
Proper strategy must be conceived
So success in exam is received
Practice is a sure winner
Do it in a hopeful manner
Be a highly skillful planner
He who retreats is a sinner.
My eyes swim up from a tangled seaweed
of long forgotten data.
Now I remember that instead of going home
I stayed on at that topless bar.
I am unprepared for future-shock, ill-equipped
to decipher questions, that like shaggy owls
hoot in a darkening lecture hall.
I used to panic myself awake at such times
but this reoccurring dream has become a parody,
a Dahliesque floor show of every
melting pants-down moment.
I have been dreaming
of my post-graduate thesis
it rides still on a city bus,
where I carelessly left it.
Passengers sit on it as they come and go;
the unfinished manuscript
is deeply indented with butt cheeks.
That sense of paranoia,
Shaking your hands with fear,
After the lecturer draws near,
Feeling the nerves, your eyes blear,
At that time you can't see clear,
You're afraid of differing one year.
She approaches and takes a peep,
Sees the phone as you're trying to beep,
You hear her saying zero is what you'll reap,
Thanks to your neighbor; he's a friend to keep,
He joins and claims the phone's ownership,
Leaving the lecturer confused like a sheep.
©Kelmwa
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