It was Workshop viva that day. Workshop for first year IT students. It was the unusual carpentry, metal cutting, molding work, welding that they used to make us do!(Insert that boring+confused+sad smiley here).
And the fact stays that we girls had an added advantage in this subject as far as the practical work was concerned. We used to try a lot, but the metal and the wood were adamant enough for not letting their posture off (Metal ego?:P).My first wood cutting prac was a disaster. After hitting the hammer in the right direction and getting the 3/4th of wood in shape, I had gotten so much excited that the next time I hammered it, I had two beautiful pieces in hand and each individually looked perfect!Finally after surviving this WORKSHOP for 5 long months, we had the LPW Viva examinations. Disaster was expected, wondering myself, sitting there saying a NO to every question but I had never expected that I’ll return holding my stomach tight and tears in my eyes!We were divided in a group of three. I was the only girl in my group. And one of the guy was the highest Workshop marks bearer and the 3rdone was all least concerened, waiting to board a flight to Kuwait the next day.We entered the room, a typical Workshop smelling room with nearly all the workshop equips there. There was this large tray containing hammers, moulds, fitters, sciccors etc. etc.!The faculty sitting there asked each one of us to pick one from the tray. I was the first one to take something (I don’t remember) but I was sure at the time I had picked up that I’ll be able to answer questions at least based on this. The Mr.HighestScorer picked up yet another.Mr.Kuwait is a funny man. He looks at ma’am for a long time and when ma’am taunts him saying the choice has to be made at that very moment itself, he decides to pick up some screws!(Which obviously weren't kept for a choice!)Orangey Fanta Times...because that’s the tune that I rhyme when I’m sad, happy, ecstatic, nervous, crazy!