I failed to qualify jee..what to do.

You failed in a exam. Not your life. This is a simple guide for you to move on with life. So here we begin..

For those who have not qualified in the first attempt:
Please study hard. Its not impossible. I have been there and have done that. Its really hard to be honest. But if you are determined its worth a try. Otherwise stick to your other plans if you don't want to spend another year of preparation over jee exam.

For those who have failed in there final attempt:
1) Look out for good options other than the iits. There are several other branches in other colleges than requires your attention. Some are at par with the standards you expect. Remeber its not the end of the world. Its just an exam. Most of the famous people you see on tv have not qualified IITJEE. You can still make a huge difference without the tag. Your work matters not the name of the institute. The name of the institute just ensures the reputation of good students placed in industries, so it creates more oppurtunities than others during the campus. But a company hires an able candidate on or off campus. Its important to know the subject rather than going after the name of institute. You can become a much more successful engineer, even if you don't study in the iits.
2) Follow a good hobby, a nice routine and enjoy with whatever options you have. Take mind off you failure. Do what you do best. Everyone does it to remove stress. Moving on is very important for a positive attitude. Don't ponder or repent over your mistakes. Also do not pay attention what your neighbour has to comment on your failure. No one and I mean it, no one has the right to judge what you are capable of doing or not doing. There is nothing like impossible.  Set another target, another goal and follow it with your heart. Yoga is good. Morning walks, painting, music are also nice options. Most importantly see life with a new perspective. Remember every new day is a present to you and you have to enjoy it to the maximum.
3) Sit with your friends and share memories, have a chat, roam around. 'Anything but studies and discussion about studies or jee'should be the condition from your side. Get out of the house. Do not lock youself in. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Failure is permitted, remorse over it is not. Go wild, do crazy stuff. For a few days, pack your books and hide them in a closet. No HC VERMA, no Irodov, NO TUTES, NO ARIHANT. Only an empty study tables and a clean room.
4) Finally the most important thing " spend some time with your parents". You might have never realised they are great people to hangout with. And you won't ever feel uncomfortable with them. I shared similar time with my mother. There is a saying "time is a great healer". Its true, and the rate of healing increases if you remain happy with a positive attitude.

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Engineer

An engineer: A guy devoted in tightening up the screws for others and doesn't even know that he might have screwed up his own life, tightly.

What is JEE?

For me and my friends, it’s a tough exam and when qualified secures your position in one of India’s top engineering colleges. But when you look outside the window of the world JEE is altogether a different phenomenon. People seem to judge you and your characters on the basis of an exam which doesn’t even ask anything about your family, life and future. It’s just an exam with theories and expressions which in a common man’s life carry no utter significance.

Let me give you a personal example. When I was in class X, I didn't knew what JEE was. For me it was just another exam that the big guys took, after pondering hours over a pile of oxford patent dictionary sized paperwork aka 'books'. One day I asked my father about what career should I opt for? And my father said ‘either’ a Doctor or an Engineer. I don’t blame my father as he was an electrical engineer himself and was much restricted to it. But when I asked several ‘knowledgeable’ men in our colony they suggested the same. Some were suggesting career options in Law and Fashion designing but they were soon chucked out by the masses.

Honestly when I looked around, every single friend of mine had one of the mentioned choices as their goals (also some were determined about IAS). A survey conducted by the school for their annual magazine showed that 74% of us wanted to crack JEE (please note that I am talking specifically about JEE not any other engineering entrance exam). They were determined to fall prey to several cobwebs of reputed coaching institutes spread all over the country (which they ultimately did). They dreamt to study in IIT’s.

But there is a thing about dreams and engineering exams.

When you dreams lack something, you end up in lakhs

The same happened to most of my friends. As for me I never looked at the matter seriously. Life for me used to be fun and everything around was perfect. I went to coaching,partied in hotels, bunked classes with my friends and enjoyed life as much as I could. I had poor grades in board exams and the JEE practice papers used to pass by me with less or no human interference in its beauty. They all looked brand new even after the exams.

The day the results arrived, some made it to the cover page of the local dailies (just like the few thousand others throughout the country). Their families were happy, they were happy and for them the whole world was happy. They news broke out and within seconds a normal boy in the colony became an achiever, an idol of intelligence.

But this one is not about them.

This is about those whose stories should have made it to the daily even if it was for the last time.

Amidst the crescents of the smiles lied a silence of the closed lips which signified failure. These lips were sad, sad not because of the marks but of the fact that the people who were around him weren’t the same now. I was one of them. Some said that it was not on the cards after all, as you don’t have it in you. Some said that just buying books don’t matter, you have to read them. Some consoled when it was not required. They said it’s not your fault, when it’s not a fault after all.

How do the people have a right to compare adolescents and their future on the basis of marks obtained in an exam about which they don’t even know about?
If you want a justification of my statement, try out these questions on those who are die hard paranoid advisors.

• How many subjects are taught in the IIts?
• How many institutes take admission through JEE?
• What is the syllabus for this exam?

I personally think these questions are more than enough.Believe me, they only know the facts that are spoon-fed by the so called NEWS channels and our esteemed dailies. They know that you have to study but they don’t know how, yet they advise you study in a ‘famous’ training institute they say best. They don’t know how you have to study, but they’ll advice you to not to watch movies and be glued to a pile of books as if we are locked in a prison and aim salvation.

I, unfortunately, know some people who tried to commit suicide as they were not able to qualify in JEE. I talked to one of them, but he was so frustrated that he didn’t even listen. Life for him had no meaning. He kept saying two things “I have failed my parents” and “I am doomed and my future is gone”. In some cases people even went ‘berserk’ (as in a movie like situation) and broke their computers and television sets as they could not withstand their failure.

Why do parents don't understand the amount of hard work their ward is devoting in the studies? Still after all this they are disappointed that they won't be able to talk with others due to shame. That's because others would comment and criticize them. Its unfortunate that people have made this an issue of social status, an issue that is only superficial.

Now I am an engineering student, pursuing my career in a good collage. But here the stage demands the puppet to play a different role. Wisdom is only confined in small spaces and the feeling of being in a quest has finally dissolved in boring lectures and massive dictations which one has to swallow and vomit you know where.
Finally all this comes down to one thing clear for an engineer

We grew innocent, were taught to become saints, mug up to become strong and finally grow up to become a con in a mob.........creativity is forfeited for the sake of life which just doesn't exists......

give me some sunshine n give me some rain, give me another chance I wanna grow up once again!!!

Hibernation: PART-I: The confusion

“Wake up Sid”

The loud noise of the mobile banged my ears as I regained my toppled senses. It had become a routine for me to shut down the cacophony and prepare myself for another short nap. My laziness had devoured upon me. I pulled the blanket back on me.
One click on the mobile and a bang on the table clock can make the world so peaceful at times.

But soon I realized that I was not so early after all. I swiftly raised my hands and got hold of the table clock and took a brisk glance at it.

It was twelve in the afternoon.

Wait a second, something is wrong.

No not my waking up so early, such things often occur, something else. I don’t have a table clock.

I also don’t have any blanket. That is also not my alarm tone. That is not my mobile.

The big question is “Where am I?”

These few incidents had made a clear indication that I was not in my room.
I got up from the bed which was not mine. It’s strange when you wake up in some other room, on some others bed, at twelve in the afternoon and wearing someone else’s clothes.

I soon discovered it was Rajan Sir’s room. I was in the senior hostel.
“But why am I here?”
“What happened last night?”

My head was paining and I felt a little dizzy. I felt I saw a nightmare. I could somehow recollect the faint memories and my nightmare.

Last night we went to Equator. Late night party with batch mates and seniors is always fun. After all, nice music and glass of Beer can make anyone feel heavenly.

“I bet she is not a girl. She walks like a man, talks like a man; I think she should also shave like a man.” Rajan sir said as he finished his seventh drink of the night.

“Take another one Roshan.” Andy Sir said as he passed the bottle towards me. “So, where were we?”He continued.

“In the girl’s hostel” said Rajan sir who looked like drunk, waved like drunk, laughed like drunk. In short he was drunk. Everyone laughed. Sometimes I do wonder, don’t we have any other topic to talk about other than girls, guns, gadgets, gizmos and g mats.

Girls in our college, a pseudo concept, are worse than mirage or any other optical illusion. You look at girls, not girls who look like boys. Others, who can be considered, are much more proud than one expects. You can find the answers for the Bermuda triangle but this mystery will still leave many of the coming batches bewildered and baffled.

“Can we file a petition for “50% admission to girls in engineering colleges? Varun said.

“Bad joke, Matiyao” Said Ghosh who was not interested in having any sip further. I could see his fingers joggle. He was ready to retreat.

“What do you call when a butt catches fire?” Adi questioned.

Ghosh said “no answer.”

“Fire in the hole” Adi said as he laughed out loud and wild.

“Another cheap joke” Ghosh replied amusingly.

“Hey guys, when are the end semesters going to start.” I asked.

“Forget it Roshan, none of us are going to get A’s. We live in a C grade world and everybody expects us to B+.” said Andy sir.

“And a pack of cigarettes can help me forget every damn teacher’s face except for the English substitute teacher, she is an angel.”Adi said.

“Enough of this BC. No more talking about girls." Rohit said.

“I feel dizzy.” Rajan sir said as he stood up and sat down with a blink of an eye.
“Me too. Ghosh my friend, I love you mate.” Said Rohit bent to kiss Ghosh on the cheek.

Ghosh rocked back as Rohit kissed Adi on the forehead.

“What the hell is this?” he said annoyingly.

“Sit straight, you idiot. You are completely drunk dude.” I said as he moved towards me for sharing my share of his infinite love. I swung back instantly.

I took another glass as the drink now slowly got hold of me.

1. Mistaken identities

1. Mistaken identities

“What the f***”
Certainly this is not the best word to start your day with. But for us this was an appropriate expression uttered every day as routine.
“Seventh time this month, that to in a row. My mobile alarm sucks”

“Sure it does” Replied my roommate who, at that very moment, was busy playing counterstrike on the laptop. “You are running late for the class, as usual.”
“I am not any freaked up Einstein like you. Besides who cares for the damn lecture? Somebody will be making all the notes and all we’ll have to do is to mug up and vomit every bit of it on the answer sheet. By the way, do you know where I kept my pants yesterday?”

“They are on my bed. And please don’t keep your underwear on my bed.” Abhinav is quite serious when it comes to cleanliness. The last time I saw him in dirty clothes was when he came back from the football ground with dirt absorbed in every single bit of his t-shirt. That day he bathed thrice and cleaned his clothes till they are as good as new though this process took a whole night’s long time.

“ouuuww…kkkk…auyyy…..”I said while brushing my teeth. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was looking rusty and my bulking eyebrows were clearly giving invitation to dreams.

“What time is it?”

“01:25”

“That means I have 4 minutes remaining. Cool isn’t it.”

“And you are supposed to take bath, dress up and take food in this big time gap. Does this seem cool to you?”

“I don’t think so. Can you give me my bag? It’s on your table.”

“Okay, wait a second. Here you go.” He said as he shot a perfect headshot in the game.

“What a shot dude. He didn’t even have a clue what hit him.”

“I think you should run for the class. Hurry up or you will be late. Professor Vera is very strict. If he gets hold of you, you are gone.”

Run: this is the only word in my dictionary which kicks the freaks out of me. To run for has become the part and parcel of my life now. But my instincts always favor the lazy side of me. I cared for good grades. I never participated in any extra-curricular activities. I never did anything which called for any nerve-bone coordination. But time always teaches me how to run. And god provided me the best tutors I could ever imagine.

My first tutor was my school bus driver who always used to reach the bus stop a minute before me daily and I had to run to catch it. Second was my neighbors’ dog that always chased me whenever I walked across the street to throw the trash. I used to run when I reached the railway station to catch the six o’clock local and saw it gaining pace right in front of my eyes. Though I got bruised and broke my leg once, years of practice has made me respect the place this word has in my life. Now it was my professor’s turn.

Abhinav was true. You got to be a rocket scientist to device a way out of this one. With two minutes to go and I had raced my way into the mess. The breakfast had begun but I had no time for public display of my table manners. I swiftly picked up whatever I could get hold of from the table. With a burger in one and notebook in the other I rushed out towards my goal, the lecture hall complex.

I started rattling my bag as soon as I finished the superfast breakfast.
“Pen…notebook….pencil….chewing gum... Wait a second, from where the hell that came from? Who cares?” I said as I popped it into my mouth. I felt my hands paining a bit. It must be the effect of last night. Last night we played badminton till five in the morning and when to sleep when we realized that it was not too dark after all.
Well there was a pair of hands that I never wanted to work fine. Those hands belonged to my wristwatch which very efficiently showed that now I was four minutes late for my class.

“The professor is going to kick me.” I murmured to myself.
The top view of my classroom at the lecture hall complex resembled a hexagon. With a blackboard on one of the wall and two doorways on the either sides of the wall facing them my class was situated at the main entrance of the complex.

As I reached the class I saw nearly everyone sitting and listening patiently to the daemon. I do not have any hard feelings for the professor. It’s just that the last few incidences we came across were no so joyous. Last week he caught me and Varun giving proxy for the same guy. Later he caught me again while I was trying to escape from the boring lecture. Again he caught me when I helped somebody runaway from the class. Today I did not wanted to add another incident in a not so cool list.

I sneaked in a few empty benches at the back and discovered that I might be able to reach the nearest row if the professor turns to the blackboard. I got a chance soon and I sneaked on my toes towards the closest bench. But one voice rose like an alarm in the air.

“Excuse me, sir. I think that there is something wrong in the solution.”

Curse me it was Saha.

The devil just rocked back towards Saha. What a reaction it was. This was not the first time I saw it but I was amazed to see that the whole class looked shocked as if the twin towers have fallen or a nuclear bomb has exploded. I was curious that the professor has spotted me or not.

“What is wrong in the explanation Saha?” The professor looked puzzled.
Arbind Saha is one of the most classic examples of our section’s wide diversity. This guy has problem in everything, be it from mathematics to theories of Plato. He is a true atheist (I say) and an irritating guy (everyone says). Every class we wait for Saha the great to rise up from his throne and raise the mighty voice of doubt and meaningless questions.

There was more than just one reason why everyone was annoyed with him. His doubts sometimes didn’t have earthly explanations. According to him having fun is against the moral rules of a good student. It was a fact that nobody ever saw Saha talking the other gender. I still don’t know whether Saha did not like to talk to girls or the girls stayed away from Saha.

But for now Saha was he villain of my dream to reach my destination and as the professor came towards the back benches and my tension rose that he might discover me. What started as a mathematical argument was turning out to be a very serious discussion. Neither Saha nor Professor Vera seemed to stop. The argument was raising the tension on many faces but I was the only one who was terrified. As usual the talk ended without any conclusion and Saha had o sit down silently with his chain reactions of queries.

But suddenly someone’s phone rang “dhoom machale” and the professor got distracted. This was my chance and I fluently jumped on to grab one seat nearby me. I was saved and Kalpana was ‘dhoomed’ as she got her share of the bitter words from the professor.

“Now who has solved the problem on the board?”
“What! The freak had given a problem to solve and in all this I did not even notice.” I murmured once again as I realized that mistakenly I brought Abhinav’s copy instead of mine in the class. But it was a blessing in disguise. He had solved the same problem in the class last week. It was easy for me to copy it down on a fresh paper now.

But the teacher thought otherwise.
“Boy in the red shirt. Yes, you at the back. Stand up and show me your copy.” Vera yelled out loud.
It was me.
“Yes sir I think I have solved it.” I said hesitantly offering the copy to him and praying that he does not see its cover.
“Very well, you solved the question correctly”
I was glad he didn’t notice.
“But wait; there is something you have done wrong”
I watched him as sweat poured by my eyebrows and I felt my throat wobble. Save my soul.
“You wrote the date wrong….today is tenth not seventh.”

I grabbed the copy back as soon as I saw the sign of satisfaction on the face of the professor. I took a sigh of relief.