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Among a train of compulsive dreams today morning the last one has got me thinking my character, my integrity again.
I have failed my exams equivalent to high school. It was the subject Hindi, me or someone else on my behalf protests to the exams committee. I/we get a chance to talk to the examiner.
We are at his home, me and another girl (a girl with angel-like features). The examiner, an un-understandable hindi guy with some sense of authority, tells me to look at my paper and find out descrepencies. I find out lot of problems overall and start with problems in English stuff written in Hindi paper where I deserved marks but did not get any.
When I point this out, the examiner starts to act funny, and boom.. things turn animated, literally as in a cartoon. The examiner turns into a sort of a monster, he seems to have his sights on the angel girl with me, who becomes even more angelic in the animation and I begin to transform, there is ‘Ghostbusters’ music playing around me, I imagine I will transform into one of the four heros. I slowly transform.. into Slimer. I am simply afraid of the monster and try to take cover behind the angel.
Then a voiceover, thank god there was a passing policeman on routine patrol that day that the two were saved.
Am I fooling myself in saying I took the high road while all I did was act on cowardly instincts? Perhaps not cowardly, lonely.
