STUDENT LIFE – A BATTLE


Every time an academic year begins and the books seem to be waiting to attack us as we enter the class rooms
 that eat away our fun time with a cunning smile on their faces. 
The prolonged period of sitting in the same position and the continuous input of information never seems to finish. 
One source of information empties its memory into us and makes way for the next! 
No one considers the limitations of the storage space and expects it to be larger than life. 
The body craves for a stretch and the stomach for some food but we have no one who takes pity on us 
until complete transformation is done.                                                     In this continuous ruthless process some times the pen refuses to continue working for us without 
some ink refreshment. 
At that moment it feels like everything around has been made to attack on us. 
The teachers seem to successfully break the strong bond of friendship with an instrument called competition. 
This goes on for the entire year and time comes for output of the stored info.
 A monster comes in the form of a paper filled with questions dancing with joy as though laughing at our helpless state and an answer sheet as blank as our mind. 
How unfair…….. I think sometimes! 
Finally the battle ends after a strong, tiresome and stressful defense of three hours 
 whose after effects are usually headache, hair fall and insomnia.  
                                                                                         Unlike at the war front the winning or losing is declared months later. 
Before we can enjoy some peaceful time the monster re enters our lives. 
This time in the form of results. Most of the time we are lucky enough 
and  emerge out of the battle without a wound. And soon after that the next academic year begins to prepare 
us for the next war against stronger opponents and more dangerous attacks! 
As all this is taking place we hardly realize the time that has passed and we are soon ready to put our 
learning to use, which is an other battle by itself.

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