Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
An interesting tale from the art of malpracticing in exam....
It was fun and big risk always, to copy something in an examination hall. I have tried it many times and got considerably well expertise in it. I don't know exactly why I was doing so, but it all was necessary at those times, especially when I have not learned/prepared things from an examination point of view.
When I was in 9th std, while I was trying to help answer some multiple choices from a question paper of a lower class student, who was sitting beside me, by pointing my pen to the answers. Our headmaster during a visit correctly looked on my pen and his paper and came straight to me and slapped on my shoulder with his bare hands. It made a blasting sound in the then silent examination hall. He took me to his office and allowed me to write there the rest. This was so shameful and I was really in stigmata. I don't know what impact it gave on me, but it never stopped me for trying in to the fun/trouble of malpractice.
My exams at BU, were always painful, since I din't want to mug up and vomit everything in to a paper. But unfortunately most of the exams were like that there. It was difficult to remember full length long equations, formula's. So there were only one solution. Write the necessary things in a chit and carefully copy it.
Later I understood that there is no importance in remembering a big equations rather than deriving or understanding it because an equation can be retrieved from any sources. There are places, where we can write open book exams and write and keep all necessary formulas and equations during the exam. There are exams, where you will be given your questions and you have to answer it at your home and submit it back. These all are excellent methods and even performances in class and the assignments are contributed to the final grades. It's all interesting if you are really wanted to know things rather than a better power to remember full pages of your text books.
Being a BU student, I wanted to write exams at the semester ends. No class-mid term exam's, assignments etc were there. Teacher may come and explain something and go back and are not worried about whether we understood it or not. They didn't allow you to discuss your doubts in the class and it was because their lack of knowledge, which I realized later. There were exceptions, like Pandey, was so special in his style of teaching. I did not find anybody else with that much clarity and confidence in teaching with great care and appreciation. The conclusion is good teachers are very rare in this universe.
So I practiced and excelled in copying. A semester end learning was so pathetic, especially to me.
Once, it was so hot in Bhopal ~ 45 degree Celsius and our rented room was at the top of a concrete building complex. It was exhausting inside and a fan never gave relief because it was also pumping the hot air. We had no money to purchase a cooler or an AC. There were some green house effect also, so that the incoming heat never went out. It was drying and my condition was so serious. I had four exams, I had managed to complete three. I didn't have interest even to touch the fourth paper. Together with the climatic condition it all went in to more serious problems. My body went down everyday and slowly I was losing my memory capacity too. The other exams are somehow I performed, but the last exam, which I ever feared came. All the night I struggled to learn something, but always lost my control and slept unconscious. The inner soul always scared about the result and when I woke up I had no other choice except malpractice. I made a comprehensive plan for copying.
I written six essays of importance quickly, which are said to be sure for the exams, and placed at the six places of my hip, in between the belt and the pants. I chosen to wear my shirt keeping outside. Now how can I remember where and all I placed the specific essays. So I drawn a final chit, in which I marked where and all the essays are kept. The exam was comparatively easy and all the expected questions are came. Since I was in the last row, I successfully copied everything in to my paper.
And I got the third toppest mark in the paper.
Tales 1: One of my seniors, are very talented in copying. He uses rollers for copying. the a4 size paper cut in to 4 long pieces and use as rolled chits. Keep it in the left palm while writing and slowly unfold it and the end part also keep rolling to avoid a possible appearance. There are girls who writes in towels and shawls.
Tales 2: Two people interchanged some their answer papers during exam. A new invigilator came and he carefully started watching these people. They were not able to give it back. They had no choice, unless to get sacked by him. So they submitted by keeping it with their papers. Ignoring their different handwriting and different inks, both got good percentage in that paper. God know's who evaluated it?
So that's it...
When I was in 9th std, while I was trying to help answer some multiple choices from a question paper of a lower class student, who was sitting beside me, by pointing my pen to the answers. Our headmaster during a visit correctly looked on my pen and his paper and came straight to me and slapped on my shoulder with his bare hands. It made a blasting sound in the then silent examination hall. He took me to his office and allowed me to write there the rest. This was so shameful and I was really in stigmata. I don't know what impact it gave on me, but it never stopped me for trying in to the fun/trouble of malpractice.
My exams at BU, were always painful, since I din't want to mug up and vomit everything in to a paper. But unfortunately most of the exams were like that there. It was difficult to remember full length long equations, formula's. So there were only one solution. Write the necessary things in a chit and carefully copy it.
Later I understood that there is no importance in remembering a big equations rather than deriving or understanding it because an equation can be retrieved from any sources. There are places, where we can write open book exams and write and keep all necessary formulas and equations during the exam. There are exams, where you will be given your questions and you have to answer it at your home and submit it back. These all are excellent methods and even performances in class and the assignments are contributed to the final grades. It's all interesting if you are really wanted to know things rather than a better power to remember full pages of your text books.
Being a BU student, I wanted to write exams at the semester ends. No class-mid term exam's, assignments etc were there. Teacher may come and explain something and go back and are not worried about whether we understood it or not. They didn't allow you to discuss your doubts in the class and it was because their lack of knowledge, which I realized later. There were exceptions, like Pandey, was so special in his style of teaching. I did not find anybody else with that much clarity and confidence in teaching with great care and appreciation. The conclusion is good teachers are very rare in this universe.
So I practiced and excelled in copying. A semester end learning was so pathetic, especially to me.
Once, it was so hot in Bhopal ~ 45 degree Celsius and our rented room was at the top of a concrete building complex. It was exhausting inside and a fan never gave relief because it was also pumping the hot air. We had no money to purchase a cooler or an AC. There were some green house effect also, so that the incoming heat never went out. It was drying and my condition was so serious. I had four exams, I had managed to complete three. I didn't have interest even to touch the fourth paper. Together with the climatic condition it all went in to more serious problems. My body went down everyday and slowly I was losing my memory capacity too. The other exams are somehow I performed, but the last exam, which I ever feared came. All the night I struggled to learn something, but always lost my control and slept unconscious. The inner soul always scared about the result and when I woke up I had no other choice except malpractice. I made a comprehensive plan for copying.
I written six essays of importance quickly, which are said to be sure for the exams, and placed at the six places of my hip, in between the belt and the pants. I chosen to wear my shirt keeping outside. Now how can I remember where and all I placed the specific essays. So I drawn a final chit, in which I marked where and all the essays are kept. The exam was comparatively easy and all the expected questions are came. Since I was in the last row, I successfully copied everything in to my paper.
And I got the third toppest mark in the paper.
Tales 1: One of my seniors, are very talented in copying. He uses rollers for copying. the a4 size paper cut in to 4 long pieces and use as rolled chits. Keep it in the left palm while writing and slowly unfold it and the end part also keep rolling to avoid a possible appearance. There are girls who writes in towels and shawls.
Tales 2: Two people interchanged some their answer papers during exam. A new invigilator came and he carefully started watching these people. They were not able to give it back. They had no choice, unless to get sacked by him. So they submitted by keeping it with their papers. Ignoring their different handwriting and different inks, both got good percentage in that paper. God know's who evaluated it?
So that's it...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Technology is so friendly..An example...
I can hear the slightest pulse of his (my childhood friend) heart...
I can smile at the budding of his laughter...
I can share to him the weakest of my thoughts...
I can discuss to him the heaviest of my dreams...
I can borrow the lightest penny, without indebtedness...
I can bear the wealthiest of his advices...
It can give an impact- mutually, either small or big. It makes me to think that I am not alone in this world.
Once upon a time, we were together for everything-playing,wandering, schooling...
From the very beginning of our childhood we listened each other by giving enough time to interchange our thoughts. We went together in bicycles to the next bus stop to catch buses to our colleges.
We grown.
We parted for higher studies to different places by promising a word- "we will keep our warmth, where ever we are".
Life gives different problems to every one. Life engaged us to our new worlds...slowly diminishing the memories, but still we remembered each other.
Then, the technology came. A new world of mobile conversation, internet etc everything is easily accessible. It was a transition stage in the entire world. The starveness of our studentlife finished, the then students became young gentlemen, acquired suitable jobs, started earning for our needs...the changes warmly embraced us also.
By sitting in different corners of the world...we started sharing our thoughts...we became, but the matured, old childhood friends.
Easily,
The boundaries evaporated...
the distances disappeared...
and the technology is welcomed...
The first lines repeats...
I can hear the slightest pulse of his (my childhood friend) heart...
I can smile at the budding of his laughter...
I can share to him the weakest of my thoughts...
I can discuss to him the heaviest of my dreams...
I can borrow the lightest penny, without indebtedness...
I can bear the wealthiest of his advices...
It can give an impact- mutually, either small or big. It makes me to think that I am not alone in this world.
I can smile at the budding of his laughter...
I can share to him the weakest of my thoughts...
I can discuss to him the heaviest of my dreams...
I can borrow the lightest penny, without indebtedness...
I can bear the wealthiest of his advices...
It can give an impact- mutually, either small or big. It makes me to think that I am not alone in this world.
Once upon a time, we were together for everything-playing,wandering, schooling...
From the very beginning of our childhood we listened each other by giving enough time to interchange our thoughts. We went together in bicycles to the next bus stop to catch buses to our colleges.
We grown.
We parted for higher studies to different places by promising a word- "we will keep our warmth, where ever we are".
Life gives different problems to every one. Life engaged us to our new worlds...slowly diminishing the memories, but still we remembered each other.
Then, the technology came. A new world of mobile conversation, internet etc everything is easily accessible. It was a transition stage in the entire world. The starveness of our studentlife finished, the then students became young gentlemen, acquired suitable jobs, started earning for our needs...the changes warmly embraced us also.
By sitting in different corners of the world...we started sharing our thoughts...we became, but the matured, old childhood friends.
Easily,
The boundaries evaporated...
the distances disappeared...
and the technology is welcomed...
The first lines repeats...
I can hear the slightest pulse of his (my childhood friend) heart...
I can smile at the budding of his laughter...
I can share to him the weakest of my thoughts...
I can discuss to him the heaviest of my dreams...
I can borrow the lightest penny, without indebtedness...
I can bear the wealthiest of his advices...
It can give an impact- mutually, either small or big. It makes me to think that I am not alone in this world.
Colour and Dark
The duty of colour is to make the vision beautiful...
The duty of dark is to realize the importance of vision...
If you can't recognise this,
the blend of all colours results again in dark...Hence the proof.
The duty of dark is to realize the importance of vision...
If you can't recognise this,
the blend of all colours results again in dark...Hence the proof.
The world is my oyster
Hoo..
The world is tremendous, undefinable and incredible.....
I wonder "What and all I done so far, within this short life span, was truly wonderful experiences. Some times I really surprised to see the twists and the directions were so worrying and still I found my way to reach my aim. I think since survival itself given me so pain, that might be the reason for making me this much happy in looking back in to my past".
And I wonder, if so, what about the people who had lived with lot of interesting experiences and was sucessful in their entire life period.
The beauty lies in a single factor- "Our choice is endless in this universe- What ever you want to be, you can become".
The world is really an oyster.
The world is tremendous, undefinable and incredible.....
I wonder "What and all I done so far, within this short life span, was truly wonderful experiences. Some times I really surprised to see the twists and the directions were so worrying and still I found my way to reach my aim. I think since survival itself given me so pain, that might be the reason for making me this much happy in looking back in to my past".
And I wonder, if so, what about the people who had lived with lot of interesting experiences and was sucessful in their entire life period.
The beauty lies in a single factor- "Our choice is endless in this universe- What ever you want to be, you can become".
The world is really an oyster.
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