The Absolute Best Day of My Life

Since I told you about my most humiliating moment so far, I thought it was only fair that you know about the best day of my life.
The official best day of my life is 28.3.2009 , that was the day on which absolutely everything i wanted to happen, happened. No exaggerations, not a single lie....everything that happened on that day in detail:

The beginning wasn't anything particularly exciting, I woke up, brushed, bathed, got ready for school(ON A SATURDAY!) and not really school but my science theory exam...the board exams that I told you of earlier, the Crazy BullShit Exam(CBSE...in case you didn't notice the emboldened). 'So?' You might ask 'Whats so freaking awesome about that?'. My reply - Its not, whats awesome is what happened after that. Right from 7:00 AM...my entire day was as good as- but not -a dream(Trust me, I checked. I was pinching myself and getting myself pinched all through.).

Starting with something as mild as the absence of traffic on my way to the examination hall and ending with something as wonderful as a 12 hour sleep (That was the last big exam so it was affordable).

The first good thing that happened to me however, was not the absence of traffic. It was what I recalled before I entered the car that reached the examination hall 45 minutes before the examination started. It was this: the previous night I had practiced all diagrams except one, one I'd forgotten about. Namely-Schematic representation of a biogas plant, something dubbed as vitally important by one of my teachers . A single diagram that I had never considered, useful enough to accomodate in my very choosy brain. But in the car...I forced this one in...every detail.

So, as I said, I reached the examination hall on time, after which I had a couple of uneventful discussions with a few freinds. One of whom informed me about a real cool fact in the text book, from a chapter which I had conveniently decided to skip(Dont look at..well....this page like that! I did the notes).

The third thing was something that happened the moment I received the question paper but I found out only after the exam got over. So, I prefer to make you wait until after the exam before tell you that.

Well, I recd. my paper and it was pretty normal, all I expected. But by the time I saw the 7th question in the bio section I had a smirk on my face and and by the time I finished, my smirk had been transformed into a scarily long smile. The reasons being these: The seventh question in the bio section required me to draw the schematic representation of a biogas plant for 2 marks :-] . Secondly, the last question was one in which I was able to comfortably insert the very interesting fact that my friend had told me of and I quite vividly remembered to formulate the perfect answer :D .

And here's the third lucky thing that happened to me, I got the easiest set. And I'm not lying when I say that I was supposed to get the toughest set, but the invigilator was some weird idiot who changed a pre-decided seating arrangement because he suspected someone of copying! God bless him.Also, something i didn't calculate during the examination, was that because of his change..the person sitting next to me had the same set.But that really didn't matter because I had no intentions of copying on that one paper.

Confession: The day before the science exam while I was looking for some details, it occured to me, while searching for my 10th grade science lab manual that I, strangely enough had lost it. A little worried though I was, I decided to ignore the fact and concentrate on the matter at hand, I felt sure I would be able to figure something out the next day. (Confession ends)

15 minutes after the exam ended, I was sitting comfortably in my car, telling my parents about how cool the paper was. But I couldn't bring myself to tell them about the book. I was well aware that going to the school to get my book from the lab would be stupid because it was a saturday. So looking up to the sky I formulated a plan and promised not to wonder about the outcome, deciding that I would get back to when something happened about it(something that had become quite used to doing, you must have figured out. But it pays, so far as my experience extends, which may not be adequate. Its still in the experimental stage, which makes it a dangerous lifestyle).

Having forgotten the manual. A slow half-smile kind of thing was in the development process on my face as soon as my mouth started watering for something popularly known as Baskin Robins' Ice Cream. So we pulled up at the joint. I was half expecting to return empty handed because the last 3 times I tried, BR didn't have the one flavor that I absolutely CRAVE i.e. Cookies n' Cream and I have this bad(or maybe good, depends on how you perceive it) habit that I dont do anything I dont approve of. But this being my lucky day...you guessed it...IT WAS THERE! All white with lumps of brown...I could taste the air above it(I think you can see pretty clearly that Im obsessed and back then I was desperate). I ate it slowly, drop of cream by drop of cream, block of cookie by block of cookie until I'd licked the cup clean(Im not particularly fond of cones). I remember that as the best ice cream experience I had ever had, in fact I can taste it right now.

At home, the first thing I did was to take my 4X4X4 rubik's cube out of it's package and instantly break it. I recommend people who don't have an understanding pair of parents like mine to look for more productive ways of solving it, rather than getting irritated with the devilish thing and banging it to a wall. Kidding. I was just admiring it, twisting it around and as a result of the cheap quality, it just spontaneously fell apart.(Support to China: The cube that I had was definitely not produced in China because China is well known for making the best Rubik's Cubes on the planet.)

The hours between 2:00PM and 6:00PM weren't very eventful, but the 2 things that happened after that were what compensated for a whole day's worth of the most disgusting luck one could have. They were these:

It rained. The showers were unusually late this year and once they started they were pretty frequent. I was waiting for the boards to end 'cause I love the rain, but when you've got to break your head over CBSE social science you just can't concentrate on anything else. But then just 2 weeks before the end of my papers, the sprinkles ceased and we started getting sunny afternoons. The 28th of March posessed a particularly hot lunchtime, but at 6:15 just before I left to implemet my sort-of masterplan to locate a usable lab manual, the clouds began to conspire and while I was in my cab it began to patter and then it poured, and I was awestruck at the beauty and that cool and fresh feeling of the rain. That day I experienced the rain like I would have had I been sitting in my terrace apartment in my building in Barra Bazaar(Calcutta).

The second awesome thing was that my sort-of masterplan worked(only just). The idea was to go to the house of a science tuition teacher who I'd joined a couple of months before cause my mom had all her faith in my genius but zero faith in my responsibility. And I have to admit that without her help I probably wouldn't rock so much at organic chemistry. Well anyway the idea was to go to class with the pretense that I needed help in the two experiments that CBSE decided to very conveniently insert into the portions 2 months before the exams, thereby giving us no time to actually do them. Anyway, I decided that I would then tell her towards the end that I wanted the lab manual of some other publishing house, just to get that extra bit of exposure and then I'd pray that she had and extra(because her son was giving the boards too). So well, I did this, but what happened next was, disastrous. She said that she dint have an extra. She said she'd check again and went out to honour her commitment, while I in my desperation searched her book drawers frantically and then I saw it, lying there in the second drawer from the left and second drawer from the bottom was the much blessed copy of the book I needed. Surprised at my finding, she let me have it, asking me to return it after the MCQs. The fact that I dint really use that book is very different, but in due thankfulness of all the help that she had bestowed upon me, I broke my age old tradition of not returning borrowed books.

When, after a while I got out of her place, It was raining again. I stepped into it with a strange, almost daring cheerfulness and let the cold strings of water beat upon my forehead, neck, anxiety and books. By the time my father got there, the last two of those were diminished and for the first time in 6 months, I didn't care. It was the feeling one would get were he to escape from a war prison and that was exactly what had happened. After a year of toil, I had escaped, content with the condition I was in, knowing that I had to live for a year in the next 10 days. Knowing that, a peace of mind that would have made the village idiot jealous came over me. I knew that this was something I could achieve, something that I would achieve. I had my dinner, and went to bed thinking that If there really was a God, he'd proved himself to me today.