The Night Before the Disaster
New Semester begins.
You confidently tell yourself:
"This semester… I'll study from Day 1."
Day 1 arrives.
You open the book…
Look at the first page…
Close the book…
"Mission postponed successfully."
Next day also same.
Next week also same.
Next month also same.
Books slowly become room decoration items.
Fast forward to one day before exam.
You finally open syllabus after 3 peaceful months.
Suddenly…
Heart starts beating like exam bell.
You scroll syllabus slowly like you're reading your own death report.
Unit 1 — unknown
Unit 2 — stranger
Unit 3 — enemy
Unit 4 — horror movie
Unit 5 — full ghost story
At this point…
Even ghosts feel sorry for you.
You calculate quickly:
"Okay… I'll finish everything tonight."
Confidence level:
Illegal amount.
You open textbook. Dust flies from pages like ancient temple doors opening.
After reading 2 lines…
Brain sends notification:
"Low understanding detected."
You drink coffee.
Then another coffee.
Then another coffee.
Now you're not studying— you're vibrating.
Friend messages:
"Bro how much finished?"
You reply:
"Almost done…"
Inside reality:
"Still reading index page."
Time check:
10:00 PM → Motivated
11:00 PM → Slight panic
12:00 AM → Full panic
1:00 AM → Spiritual mode activated
Suddenly you remember God after ignoring Him for months.
"Dear God…If I pass this exam…I'll study from next semester… promise."
God reading message: "Seen"
Morning arrives.
Eyes red.
Hair standing like electric wires.
Brain empty like exam hall on Sunday.
Mom asks:
"Did you study properly?"
You confidently lie:
"Yes Amma… full revision done."
Revision means:
Reading same paragraph 7 times and still not understanding one line.
Exam hall time.
You sit like brave warrior.
Question paper arrives.
You flip page.
First question looks familiar…
Not because you studied…
But because
you saw it in dreams yesterday.
Second question appears.
Brain starts searching answers like Google without Wi-Fi.
Loading… Loading… Loading…No results found.
You start writing something anyway.
Not answers.
Emotional essays.
At this point, Even pen writes slowly because it knows you're lying.
After exam ends…Friends gather outside.
Discussion starts.
"What did you write for Question 3?"
You suddenly realize:
There was a Question 3???
Heart leaves body.
Soul exits temporarily.
And finally you understand the biggest truth of college life:
"Semester exams don't test knowledge…They test imagination, acting skills, and pure luck."
