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The time was 1pm. One more hour was left. He was looking at his watch with a nefarious smile spread across his round face. I have escaped thus far! I am a born genius! He was. His style was singular and inimitable. “What are the portions?” he asked his classmate. Yes the exam was in an hour and still he was unaware of the portions. Should he care? Not when he had the most powerful technique in hand!

“Bits” as he affectionately called it. He defined it as “A method to succinctly prepare questions for exams upon conjuncture which should be highly surreptitious and must be done assiduously without any compunction” He was a master and considered it preposterous to study hours and hours for a single exam. Here he was, ready to face the final exam in college life…

It all started in his second year of college when he is under prepared for an important exam due to sudden illness. He had no other option to escape from the predicament that he faced. Though his friends reproached, the remonstrance didn’t prevent him from attempting the alluring technique. And as evil always brings some luck with it in the beginning, he got the best grade possible in the subject. This spurious success made him a recidivist. Over time he became highly presumptuous. The journey has been smooth and uneventful thus far…

Here he was ready to face the last impediment in his college life. Without any foreboding he took out the nicely cut out bits of paper and started preparing the subject. Three bits and ten minutes was all that required for him to finish this paper. He walked to the exam hall with a pompous and cavalier attitude that clearly seemed to mock at the people cramming outside the hall. Three more hours and he was a free bird…

The paper was easy. It didn’t matter. He had almost everything in hand. Shouldn’t take much time! Half way into the exam, his mind was wavering. Should meet up with my girlfriend as soon as possible! No first should meet the HOD. That fat ass will stare at disbelief when I go tell him how successful my academics have been. How dare he reprimand me for being languid in second year?! He looked at his watch. God! When will 5 come? He had almost completed the paper. He folded the bits he had used and kept it in his shirt pocket aloofly and tied the answer script. The time was 4.30pm and he had had enough. With a phlegmatic face he made a frivolous walk towards the invigilator to give the answer script…

The time was 5pm. The HOD was staring at him, with his answer script in hand. The HOD’s diabolical eyes met his face portraying deep ignominy. “Why did you?” he demanded…

The time was 4.30pm. He walked towards the invigilator. As he gave the answer script to the invigilator sitting in the other side of the desk, it fell out of his hands. He reached down to take the paper when the bits in the shirt pocket came out and flew beyond his reach, only to be spotted by the invigilator. He was caught. At last!!!