To pass an exam without studying!

You read it right! You won’t be suffering from any sort of ailment that you usually do when your book is in your hand especially while preparing for an examination. I’m not going to blow a magic mantra on you, I wish I knew one myself! I’m going to teach you tips and tricks to cheat during an exam. Sounds cool right?

No.1. The magic phone

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Clicking pictures of your not so favourite answers on your cell phone and then thumping it down in your paper. If you aren’t skilled enough to do it in the classroom, why not make  use of the restroom?

No2. Chits for cheats

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If that hot-headed professor of yours doesn’t permit you to carry your mobile phone with you, then don’t be disappointed. We have many more options to explore. Write your pointers on a chit of paper and hide it someplace in the washroom. Whenever you aren’t sure what points comes next, attend the nature’s call. 😜

No.3. The forearm technique

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Write as much as you can on your bulky forearm in tiny font so you get to write as many answers as possible. Cover it up wearing a full sleeved tee or a shirt. If you feel you need a glimpse, roll up your sleeve and rock on!!

No.4 Girls! Crazy about scarves?

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If yes then you are rescued and if not then grab one already. Dig in your wireless Bluetooth in your ear and secure your scarf around your head. Call your friend sitting just like you at the other end and get started.

No.5  my favourite. *highly recommended for students bad at formulas*

Writing on the sides of your fingers. It works best for writing formulas and keywords as there’s restricted usage of space. For your better understanding, here’s a pic.👇

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No.6. Desk service.

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Never scribble words on the desk with a pen. It catchy and there are high risks of you been found guilty. If you want an easier way out, use a pencil and when a professor comes to check on you, erase it.


No.7. Don’t.

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Never pass on your answer sheet to your friend if you are not 100% sure of getting it back. Getting low grades is better than scoring a big zero.

No8. eye contact.

Behave as if you aren’t doing anything unusual. Do not look at the examiner for more than five seconds. Professors keep a sharp eye toward any untoward activity. Stay calm. Don’t look suspicious.

No.9. Inside your shoe you will find a clue.

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Interesting. 😀
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Professor! What's going on here!?

Keep your little chit bit inside your shoe like the picture below. Or you can place it in your socks vertically a little exposed at the rim so that you can pull up your sock, no, pull up your chit as and when you want!

10. Students actually use this trick.

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Well, I’m speechless.

Note: I do not encourage dishonest and illegal practices. I’m an honest and a  hard-working person who have used some of the above tricks twice or thrice during class tests.  
Students caught copying by the vigilance squad is given a three-year imprisonment as per the current practice. Besides, if an educational institute avoids giving any sort of information asked by parents or students or misleads them, then one pay hike of the respective official of the educational institute is stopped. For supervisors, who ignore irregularities or cheating happening during examination, his remuneration is cancelled. 
TOI

Bad vibes

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Hey there! I’m finally awake after sleeping for ten hours. I have been taking so much stress lately which is resulting in diminishing health and thinning hair. Home, friends, studies, nothing seems right!!  I have had the worst nightmare ever. I feel feverish and low. And then, I found out this which goes with my mood perfectly. I know I will be okay within a few hours but THIS is how I feel now.

Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don’t try to convince me that
There’s something good in everyday
Because, when you take a closer look,
This world is a pretty evil place
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.
And it’s not true that
It’s not in the mind and the heart
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one’s surroundings are good
It’s not true that good exists
I’m sure you can agree that
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It’s all beyond my attitude
And you will not in a million years hear me say that
Today was a good day.

(9gag.com)
Have a good day my dear readers!

The end.

Sun rays gently tap the serene sky as dawn descends. I haven’t slept for one minute the previous night yet I’m brimming with vigour. I think and over think the things I have done, the people I have hurt, unintentionally, or perhaps with bold intentions. I play the events of my life, from childhood to youth, in my mind, over and over again. I want another chance. For everything that I have done is wrong. Nothing feels right, nothing is right either.
I knew what I did was wrong but I did it out of habit. Out of necessity, maybe? Will all those pierced souls forgive me? Not in this world. I have hurt my enemies, my friends, my parents, my peers. Not one person connected to me have been left unhurt. And all along I have hurt myself. 
I want to repent for what I have done. Asking for forgiveness is a characteristic of the weak. I am not weak. I have the courage to trample a lion. This is how I am. This is how I have lived. This is me. I ask myself, is there any reason why I should continue when all the humble gentlemen out there wants to vanish me, not giving me another chance to mend my mistakes? Those men with masked gentleness. At least that’s where my plus point lies. I don’t fake around. Playing the role of  someone who I’m not. I’m bad. I show it and people know it. No denying it. No backstabbing.
I cry.  Fresh tears run down my tear stained face. What do I do? Where do I go? Why am I doing this? I don’t want to face the world. I want to change. If I try to be nice, those nice people will believe this is my another plot to a greater ploy. I’m tired of this lifestyle. I go to the restaurant, to the club, to the garden, to the movies, to the pub, I see a group of people sticking together. There’s this group and that group with none giving me much of a glance.

My brother’s death has given me a blow I have never had before. It has changed me ever since. I was  never this evil minded depressed person. A car had hit him and disappeared in the woolly weather. Spectacles gathered around the frozen body that had been lying there for 10 minutes. They oohed and aahed but no decent man considered it wise to call the police or an ambulence. Moreover nobody had seen the car come and to ask if they have noted down the car’s number would be a funny thing to say. If only they would have done something……
A life walked away in silence.
I hate everything and everyone. This being the reason why. I want to have my part of revenge. I want to teach this ugly world a lesson yet I want to show them what humanity really is. I want to take all their lives yet I want to be a better person. But who cares?
I’m toying with my sleeping pills. An overdose would kill me. Yes, I’m aware of that. To hell with it! I will consume all of them. I don’t wanna live in this mysterious world. Let my demise bring smiles on faces. Let darkness creep over with this rising sun. Let death rejoice over its victory.

(Note: this is a work of fiction. Theme and plot adheres to the writers imagination.)

An invading thought •01

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When actions speak louder than words then why is a pen mightier than a sword?

We have all been hearing the cliche expression, “actions speak louder than words” and are apparently in doldrums when we hear such banal quotes. While I was making running notes in a lecture, this absurd statement crossed my mind, “a pen is mightier than a sword.” A sword is analogous to action and a pen to words. This judgement draws me to a state of confusion and conclusion that words exert more power than actions which blatantly contradicts the former quote.
These contrary expressions are gnawing my brain ever since I thought of them.

A sight of future, without you.

So many years have passed; almost seven. Seven years and I’m still counting. Isn’t it the best thing I can do? To count.
To wait.

I can sense her presence around me but my senses betray me all the time. I’m sure she still think about me and she is with me but will she be with me after this? I do not know and I do not intend to know either. I clearly remember her promising me the future, assuring me she will be with me till the end. What if tomorrow is  my end? Will she know about my death? And if she does, will she know the cause of it? I’m being paranoid or maybe I’m over reacting. These thoughts keep prying my mind,  frightening my lonely fragile heart that I have surrendered to her as long as I remember.

The first time I saw her was in my school playground with pigtails wagging on her head. To be honest, she never looked attractive in those. Who did, anyway? The time when I had fallen for her when we were incidentally at the same party. The moment I laid my eyes on her was the moment she became my reason to live. That red piece of cloth just above her knees and her brown hair which were in pigtails were now let loose. How could I forget? She looked stunning. I lured her into my friendship and then into my love.

Two thousand five hundred and forty one days have passed. I’m sitting on this unfortunate bench in this peaceful park where the strings attached between two souls were broken. She walked away from me and never turned back. Birds hummed along with the trees and the wind caressed my hair as if trying to show me it’s support.

I had promised her I would be waiting for her however long she took. I did. I visited this place every weekend the way we used to when she was mine. She still is, I hope. I knew it was my mistake but how could someone humane like her take so long to forgive me? Wasn’t I her best asset? I ‘ve tried to contact her ever since, never losing hope for once, but it was to no avail. If she was so stubborn in holding on to her ignorance, then so was I. I had become a recluse keeping myself away from the rest of the world always wishing for a day when she will realize my importance and come back running to me.
She didn’t.

Today is not an unusual day yet I feel gauche, something is stirring inside me. The silence looks like the one that before a storm. I see a chubby boy around the age of three playing at a farway distance engaged in his little ball without a care of what’s happening around. He reminds me of someone. Seeing him makes me feel of my own children. It makes me feel happy. He kicks his ball and it lands on my bench. I pick it up and examine it. He comes to me asking me to return his toy. I hand it over to him inquiring, “what’s your name child?” He snatches the ball from me and runs away muttering something in shallow breaths. From what I depicher, it sounds, “Mama said don’t talk to strangers..” He goes to a woman and holds her tightly in an embrace. The lady turns around. I stare in disbelief! The same brown hair. The same arcadian eyes. The same rosy complexion. The same garden. But with a different man. I saw her. She saw me. Our eyes met. Her eyes didn’t reveal the slightest hint of recognition. How could she? Was I so changed after she left? The answers lie within herself. Gathering my thoughts I stood and walked away. The child was right,
“I am a stranger in a strange land.”

A quote a day challenge #Day3

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Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam started his career as a newspaper vendor ending up becoming the first citizen of India and also it’s eleventh President. His life full of struggle and hard work never makes me stray the path of my dreams. He makes me believe everything is possible if worked for it diligently. An awesome “missile man” with awesome ideas!