Invigilating
a room of 320 students is a walk in a garden of roses. The fragrance pulls you
into a world of never ending happiness, a safe walk towards felicity, it is. Such
can be the state of one’s mental faculties that aberrations may become reality
and reality a farfetched, unfathomable trigonometric problem. Now, such
symptoms cannot and should not be applied to all cases, they are specific and
should strictly be related to only such places where an examination hall
presents a picture of utter chaos, ultimate drama, and hell on earth.
With
four so-called teachers, very close to epileptic jerks, monitoring without much
success the adeptly turning heads of students, their suppressed calls and unreadable
cues, the purpose of taking exams, kind of explodes into nothingness. Bah!!!
You catch them cheat, and see their innocent eyes protruding out of their
skulls, questioning the very suspicious gaze of the invigilator with such
audacious skill that the teacher feels like a patient suffering from chronic
paranoia.
I
remember myself on the same seat, but fortunately I fail to recollect any such
occasion of all hell breaking loose. Perhaps they were old times or may be its
all about management. Whatever be the case, once you experience the agony, no
balm can soothe your palpitating neurons, unsuccessfully forging their way out
of your sick mind. Ahh!! And the time when the answer scripts are to be taken
back is simply beyond description. The hall resonates with sounds you feel
belong to another world, for a few seconds the teachers are found gasping for a
life giving gas which the dementors keep sucking out of their lungs. And then a
little while later, all feelings dissipate, for the body is by way of habit
jolted and brought back to the world of action. Papers are taken amid cries of “this
is unfair; I did not write my name, give me just a minute more, I forgot to
write my section’. And not to forget the most popular, “miss, miss!!! Can I visit
the loo plzzzzzz!!!!
This
task when accomplished, the gates of the hall, as per orders, are closed for
another never ending THIRTY MINUTES. One teacher, who unfortunately, never is
me, is bade farewell with the ruthlessly snatched crumbs of papers, leaving the
hall with just three zombies cum teachers and a unruly gang of souls waiting to
tear each other into innumerable shreds for reasons unknown but definitely
deserve a suo-moto in-depth research. All sorts of wrestling twists and turns,
jumps and kicks can be witnessed without much trouble wherever the eye stays. 1
o clock and the gates are opened!!! Despite the teachers yelling out orders of
maintaining discipline, the desperate herd, crushing all hurdles (desks and
chairs) run into the open, now to be attended and controlled by the PTI’s.
And
with this comes to close the long endured, criminal task of invigilating in the
hall. The hall invigilators are easily discernible from the other class room
invigilators of the school, lost in their own worlds, trying to reconcile with
the circumstances fate has landed them in.
we had an invigialtor in school, who let us look at each others paper! we loved her and we respected her! she was the best!
ReplyDeletetimes have changed now. emotion and mercy is disppearing from the world! : )
hahaha
Deleteyep truly a cruel world this is :)