That was pretty much what happened on what was supposed to be the day of my last practical exam, 27th October.
It's 7 A.M., and I'm all set to leave for college, a bit disgruntled because the weather is too darn cold and rainy to write an exam. It's been raining all night, and there's news of a cyclone coming through. I look out the window, to see people wading through knee deep water, thanks to all the flooding. I'll have to do the same soon. I get out of the house and see the college bus leaving without me. Trying hard to run, I manage to get hold of the side of the bus... But I slip. SPLASH! I'm floating in the flood, with only my head above the water. The bus stops, I get on, thankful that no one was around to see me, other than the bus driver. But he was busy talking to himself, cribbing. He wasn't in the mood to go to college either.
I take a seat, still dripping and reeking. I take out my mobile phone, only to find it knocked out dead by the water. Sighing, I try to concentrate on the task at hand; studying whatever I can for the exam before reaching college.
An hour later, the bus is about a kilometer from where it started. Why? Because every road the driver tried to take was either blocked by fallen trees or too flooded for vehicles to pass through. The guy finally finds a way, and we're off to college, which is about 45-50 kilometers from the city.
I start getting tense, for I was going to be terribly late for an exam I wasn't confident enough about. So the "fire". I was actually sweating. Either that or I was getting confused between rainwater and sweat.
There were four other guys in the bus, who got on at later stops. One of them managed to contact the transport convener, who also happened to be a lecturer from my department. Exam postponed. When we were in the middle of nowhere. And the driver had to go elsewhere, so we were dropped off in the same place.
Still raining, but the roads were clear. A bus ride later, I was at a place bustling with activity. Lots of buses and autorickshaws. But none would dare go to Mylapore (where I reside), for it was mightily flooded there. I settled for a bus which dropped me of at a place about 20 minutes by walk from mine. I look up, and see that the water level has risen considerably; it reached the hip. I stumbled, slipped, screamed in agony, and reached home after what seemed like eternity.
And that's how you write a post devoid of any kind of entertainment. It happens when you've been through what I've been through that day.
The practical exam has been postponed to the 14th of November, which is just a few days before my theory exams start.
