Of Whales and Exams

Around  10 a.m., I entered the examination hall in a haste(I still don’t know why? :/), the very look of the snotty invigilator brings one of those devious smiles on my face, maybe a sense of achievement, that I actually managed to piss one of these twerps off. I turn around looking for my seat and to my disappointment, “just two cute girls”. Trust me that would still top the “disappointments in an examination hall list”  even if there is an utterly disheartening paper , when you realize that all those industriously prepared chits  won’t be coming in much handy or when the person adjacent ,whom you always rely upon shares the same baffled look as yours after reading the paper. Nevertheless I sat down and started reading the questions in a trifled hope of actually being able to write something in the answer sheet.
Attempt all questions, marks of the questions are indicated on the right in brackets
Ques. 1(a) Prove that √3 is an irrational number        (10)
“Frigety frack!, what fresh hell is this??”, I went into flashback  where my pre-high school teacher was teaching us “All roots are irrational numbers”, now riddle me this, you taught us basics on an elementary level and now after ten years you come ask to prove that statement of yours, No Sir! I so refuse to answer this and would be adversarial to this injustice (but now I realize that I should not have done it because when my rebellious attitude would reflect in my results and it wouldn’t be a pretty sight).
I started doodling and scrawling in the allotted ‘rough-work’ box. I gazed upon the newly installed board, a smooth glistening surface and the partly removed polythene cover seemed like a couple of soaring waves and a whale with lazy eye, a very cheerful Moby Dick it seemed like. While I was seeking answers from the board, others were trying to sap it from ceilings and windows and one guy from his sub-conscious mind as he dozed off.  A ‘best of luck’ of message for some 'Saurabh Uniyal' was scrolled over the wall, invigilators whispering and giggling among themselves, maybe mocking others to compensate for the null in their socially deprived lives.
Finally , the moment of epiphany struck me in a tenure of an hour, i realized it was of no use sitting here and doodling poetry in a maths exam, "better waste time indulging in something recreational rather than wasting it here"  and with this thought, I gathered all my stationary(a pen) and handed over the paper to the teacher who I thought had an expression of either scorn or constipation, just smiled back and stepped out to think more about  waves and whales. :)