I
remember, in my school days just a night before my Math’s exam I used to see a
dream. The dream goes like this: I have my Math’s exam today and I wake up, I
see the watch and its five minutes late. I come out of my bed hurriedly and run
towards my toothbrush, am not finding it – In the whole scenario I did not find
my mom to help me out and I am fighting with the situation alone – somehow the
race against time is on. I manage to find out my toothbrush and take my shower.
I manage to pack my bag for the exam, again I see the watch its time, time to
begin the exam and I am still at home. I don’t want to fail in my Math’s paper,
so I come out of my house and somehow manage to get an auto. Auto gets down and
it starts killing my time, I start running and running and running. In the
whole process of running I find that my distance is increasing and my school is
going away from me. I push hard and increase my running speed and somehow reach
to the school. At the gate of the school I find everything is silent except me.
I run to my classroom and get the answer sheet and question paper, I know all
the questions, I begin writing the paper – the flaw here is that every time I come
late for my Math’s exam I am allowed to sit and teacher don’t throw me out of
the examination hall – I have only 30 minutes to finish the paper and suddenly I
find that there is no ink in my pen. I choose different pen, but there is no
ink either. Time’s up, paper finished teacher snatches paper from me and I did
not even answer a single question. I hear the warning bell of exam and it
sounds like alarm of my table clock. Alarm rings and I wake up, things are
absolutely fine I reach to the school on time, get my question paper on time,
there is a sufficient ink in my pen, and I finish paper on time and pass with
flying colors. But, I always used to see this same dream before my math’s exam.
Last night my dream was pretty similar, I found myself in
college again as if I bunked the class for so long and returned back to my classroom.
I saw a known face on the teacher’s seat, she knows me, and I also know her but
my mind did not recall where I saw her. She welcomed me in her class, the same
pressure was there, notes, class, and off course exam. Some fellow classmate
asked me; “where have you been, exam is starting in few days? I asked myself
where have I been, and how come I don’t know about this exam? Did I lose my memory? What had happened to me?
How come I am so careless to forget about the exam? I found some known faces
reminding me that don’t worry; we are going to help you for your exam. I am
stunned, I know everybody here, and I don’t know anybody here. Teacher is
smiling at me. Classmates are looking at me. I come out of my class and start
running, I run and run and run and by the time I reach the examination hall the
paper is finished. I fail to write the exam again. I woke up and saw there is
nobody to take my exam. I neither registered for a course nor is my exam
scheduled. I tried to recall those faces but I feel I never saw those faces in
my life. But, I found some good friends in my dream. They were really good.
This morning, in my cab, while going to office I found it was
my “fear”. But don’t know fear of what?
