Today was a nasty horrible affair.. I wish it never happened..
I have my internal exams going on.. Today was my last paper.. Photography.. And i mugged every goddamn detail in those horrible lookin xerox papers..
I drove wid a smile.. Happy.. Content.. About nothing in particular really.. I wave at a child on a bike.. I soak up the hot burning sun with a feeling of "aah.. im in heaven".. I observe the jammed roads and think to myself.. "sheesh.. chennai roads.."
I finally reach college.. walk upto my exam hall.. its empty.. no sign of any of my friends.. puzzled.. i walk upto my class.. and i noticed they were all writing.. stumped..
i walk upto d invigulator and i say.. "m'am isnt d exam supposed to start @ 12..?" she says.. "they're almost about to finish.. why dont u go to the deparrtment and talk to your prof"
so i stride up confidently to d deptt and i tell her.. "m'am.. i presumed the paper was @ 12.. can i write now..?"
she says.. "i made an announcemnent yesterday that it was @ 10.. and u're walking in right now..?" and she walks away..
I begin to panic.. i spot my class teacher and i tell her my tale of woe.. she smirks.. gets up.. walks out.. i follow her like a puppy with her tail behind her leg.. she talks to my photography prof.. i hear snippets of the conversation..
class teacher walks back towards me.. "u'll have to take the permission of the HOD"..
so for the next 20 minutes i pace up and down the college tryin to get a glimpse of my HOD..
Finally.. i see her.. i walk upto her and i tell her yada yada yada..
She says.. "allright.. go back up.. a new question paper shall be given to u.."
I walk back upto my deptt.. i spot my photography prof.. she says.. "im sorry Gayatri.. but we cant have an exam just for 1 student.."
Dejected.. the dam bursts open.. I sob hysterically.. I know its no big deal.. its just the internals.. these marks are not goin to help me clear this semester.. but the tears kept rolling.. i looked around.. none of my friends were around to console me.. give me a hug.. maybe a bitch a little about the nasty photography prof..
I felt a hand on my shoulder.. i looked up into the eyes of concern..
Gurl in white :what happened..
Me: i sob missed sob my paper.. waaahhhhhhh..
Gurl: which deppt..? wich year..?
Me: electronic media.. 2nd..
Gurl: did u talk to your prof..? maybe they will let u write
Me: i sob just spoke to her.. waaahhhhh.. they said i cant write it now.. sob sniff
Gurl: Oh im so sorry
I walk down.. She follows me..
Gurl: wait wait.. where do u stay..? shall i drop u somewhere..?
Me: u dont even know me.. waahhhhh.. sob..
Gurl:(smiles)so what..? u dont need to know someone to help someone
I spot my HOD.. "im really sorry gayatri.. we cant let u write this paper.. "
Meanwhile my gurl in white walks away..
Me: Sob.. Okie m'am..
I turn around.. she was missing.. she just vanished into thin air..
I walk back to the parking lot.. Starting up my bike with elephant tears still rolling down my cheecks..
I scan the roads.. I wanted to catch a glimpse of my White Gurl.. Her presence somehow soothed me,calmed my jittery nerves, her voice ran in my brain like a balm..
I dont even know her name.. Who was she..?
All through my ride back home i kept thinking.. None of my friends were around in my time of need.. I was all alone.. except for this stranger..
This incident made me realise.. The people we care about a lot in this world may not be around after all.. Maybe i am all alone.. Maybe i have no one to fall back on afterall..
I miss the influence of certain people in my life.. And after i reached home.. i called those people up.. One just cut the call.. And the other didnt bother to pick up even..
When shit happens.. we have to clear the mess on our own.. No one has the time to listen to u whining..
Girl in white.. thank you from the bottom of my heart.. whoever u are.. God bless u..