Back Again

Hurray... after long time I am getting time to keyboard down something. Last semester for me had been a full of events which took a lot of my time and could not be online often (added to that was the absence of broadband connection during this period). But now no exams to appear and no more book-mugging (at least for some time).I'll summarize my last year's escapades after my last blog.

My last semester (7th) was a critical (and the busiest) one I had to prepare for CAT as well as work for a gold medal. On top of that I had joined JAVA classes. So I ended up jumping form one place to other whole day.24 x 7 x 4 x 6. My university gave me a bolt by flunking me in one subject (and to tell you more, it was the subject I used to help my friends out with and they used to call me master of it). I had never expected such a thing for the first time in my life and that too in 6th sem. And then there was a mother and all her siblings, I mean CAT, IIFT, JMET, SNAP and XAT. All scheduled between my practicals and semester papers, with CAT initiating my practical exams and XAT just a day before the last theory paper. All the sem I spent thinking what to study.

CAT was a terrific experience. Equally terrifying and exciting. And I managed to do my level best. And the semester papers were more terrifying and even more less-exciting and there went my hopes for a gold medal down the drain (except if other's sewer runs more lower).

In short it was equal to a nightmare ride in a roller coaster with full stomach in a 100 degree fever on Jupiter with pins all over your body and you had free ticket for the whole night. Mind you this is short.

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