Sunday 25 August 2013

The Examination Hall

Points:  The scene — The invigilators — The candidates.

             The examination hail has nothing common with the cinema or theatre hail except the space and rows of chairs. When the bell rang, the examinees were already in their seats, and when the question papers were distributed, there was some rustle of paper. But just now perfect silence is prevailing here. I brought an extra fountain pen in case I needed one. But I do not think I shall need it, for it is really difficult to write volumes in the English paper.
             So many young people have assembled in this hail, but there is no humming sound. Had it been the Common Room or Sports Ground, the scene would have been completely different. The invigilators are pacing up and down, and the hall is quiet. Every now and then someone or other is standing up drawing the attention of the invigilator. If one has to go out, one must take permission. A few candidates are wanting extra paper. I am sure their handwriting is unusually outsize.
Otherwise how could they consume so much paper already? When I look around, I find most of the candidates scribbling at a great speed.Some others are just trying to think out some points.
             As I am writing this, I am feeling funny. For I am just now writing about myself and my friends in this examination hall.

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