He was on his way for the exams. Like 98% of his fellow college mates [ 99% of statistics are made on the spot], he had used his ingenious skill and patience to make photocopies of answers for all 'expected' questions.
As a student of engineering his alliance with the technology is understandable. He believes in the theory that to survive the education hurdles of engineering, a typical engineering student should have sharp brain or sharp eyes. Both brain and eyes is a rarity, and according to the theory of evolution, one organ will always become vestigial during the course of study.
That morning he had dressed up early and indexed all clues on various part of his body, concealing it from the prying eyes of the examiner. Shirt collar, inner pockets, socks, shoes, belt buckle, everything became, data storage points. For some time he himself had become a GOOGLE server. His conscious metamorphed into that of a CIA agent who has to deliver top secret documents and was on a special mission.
He got out of his home. He gave pathetic looks to those chicks who were still, 'learning' by reading books while waiting for the bus. He thought about the 'applied' part in applied electronics, sadly, very sadly.
"Why can't they apply technology to daily life, tactically!!" He thought. He felt sad thinking about those 'engineers' who neglect wonderful technology like micro-photostat.
He sighed like the sorcerer who owns this blog.
The usual chatter of chicks didn't interest him much, cuz these days the chicks don't gossip much and was nothing interesting in that frequency, unlike other days. These days all he hear is 'resistance' and 'capacitance'; those words always scare a bachelor or any male for some 'undisclosed' reason..literally!!
He got into the bus. For him it seemed like a lucky day, as he got a seat. He tried to close his eyes and take a power nap. The problem with the design of human body is that, you can close your eyes but, its kinda impossible to mute the sound. He thought, it would have been better, the other way round.
How he wished he could watch those chicks with eyes wide open and manage to close his ears, like him watching FTV on mute while the whole family is asleep.
His mobile phone rang. He answered it. It was his bench mate.
The "YO" usual greetings was made.
"Ha ha ha ...Yeah I know..What to worry man?" His voice was beaming with confidence.
"Hmmm...Yeah..that's why engineers, our great senior engineers invented micro-photostat..amazing..I took almost all of the text book."
He looked at the chicks through the corner of the eyes, trying to see if any chicks was listening to his awesome conversation and his applied electronics way of solving 'exam' problem.
"Ha ha ha..the examiner would be some old guy, who would still be using carbon paper for photostat...Ha ha ha..". This statement comes out of the over confidence in the awesome phenomenon called the 'Generation gap'.
"Yeah!! yeah!! I have it all stacked between shirt collar, belt buckle, socks, shoes.Don't worry man..we will clear it through".
Saying that he disconnected the call.
Gave another look at the chicks and using his facial expression tried to convey that " HAHAHAHA!! You girls are so 1980's.. Learn from me. the genius."
He closed his eyes and was back in the frame with Nayanthara.
The examination hall had the usual feel of a cross between some place of worship and the waiting lounge of an ICU ward of a hospital.
An examiner, an old man walked in. He wore thick glasses, that meant, visual range of only a few feet. The heart of the college guy leaped as he thought of the endless possibility and Mr.God's way of giving bonus up one bonus.
He chuckled when he thought about the concept of virtual reality and the visual range of old man. He thought, for the old man he would look like a low resolution character in a PC.Game. He tried hard to control his laughter.
Our hero, the college student felt so confident that if he could copy without making much noise, he would pull through. Every male who is single, has a natural ability to perform various acts without making noise. It's an inbuilt skill.
The examiner walked towards him and just like a FBI officer he said "Hand over all the bits.".
The college student was like "WTF?" .How come he know that I was having bits? He thought.
He looked closely at the face of the examiner again.
His memory flashed back like the 70's movies,slowing down with an eeearie music.
"FCUK" he thought, "this man was the one who was sitting next to me in the bus."
Reluctantly he surrendered all the bits hidden in various part of his body to the examiner.
The examiner had a constipated grimace on his face, just like this blog writer.
The rest of the students in the examination hall had scared look on their faces. They had never encountered an examiner with Extra Sensory Perception before.