Practical Panic and Samosa Therapy

Day 7& 8 

11 January 2025

01:49 a.m.

Welcome back, folks, to Blog 8! January 10 was the kind of day that makes you question everything—starting with why you even bother waking up. Accountancy test, buying a school dress, getting it fitted, coaching sessions—it all felt like a thousand tasks converging into a single nightmare. Somewhere amidst the chaos, my desire to blog just… died. But here I am, alive and typing, because the only regular reader of my blog made it a point to ask,

"Rudraksh, next blog when?"

That was Avni, by the way, catching me in the computer lab as I prepped for my accountancy viva. Half-dead, clutching my short notes (a mammoth 300+ pages of "short"), I could only mumble, "Tomorrow, tomorrow," to which she smiled—a small mercy on a very messed-up morning.

The day started with me waking up horribly late, already buried under the weight of Partnership Accounts, Company Accounting, and, my personal nemesis, Financial Statement Analysis. I tried to skim through my notes—like trying to drink from a firehose—and got ready for school, still reeling from the mental chaos.

By 9:00 AM sharp, as per instructions, I reported for the practicals. The first person I bumped into was Nidhi, book in hand, who asked the dreaded question:

"You prepared?"

Spoiler alert—I wasn’t.

Soon, the school playground became the battlefield. There we were—me, Nidhi, Rishta, Rohan, and a horde of classmates—spread across benches and corners, cramming notes, borrowing answers, and questioning our life choices. The air was a mix of nervous energy, whispered questions, and occasional laughter to keep the panic at bay.

After four hours of this frantic preparation marathon, my roll number was called. Finally. I walked into the dark, doom-like classroom with two new friends I’d made that very day. One of them seemed impossibly confident, claiming he’d cleared CLAT. Impressive, right? Not for long.

The external examiner was none other than Ratnesh Sir, my coaching tutor—legendary for his accounting expertise. He asked,

"Your company name?"

The CLAT champ got it wrong. Instantly, the myth shattered.

Then came my turn:

"What are the tools of analysis you used in this file?"

I answered correctly, though the tension in the room could’ve crushed steel. Sir, being Sir, followed it up with a sharp remark to CLAT-kid, reminding him, "You're here as a CBSE student, not a law prodigy."

The practical was brutal, no sugarcoating it. By the time I escaped that "soul-killing" chamber, it was 4:00 PM, and I was drained.

On my way out, a random notebook on a bench caught my eye. Out of curiosity (or desperation for a distraction), I flipped to the last page and found a hand-drawn cherry, followed by a note:

"From now onwards, I will attend all my coaching lectures.

– Cherry"

Turns out, the notebook belonged to Cherry herself, who I’d spotted earlier. Returning it meant I’d have to attend the coaching session, no matter how dead I felt.

Dragging myself into the coaching, I handed the notebook back to Cherry with a dramatic announcement about her commitment. She tried to brush it off, but I made sure the whole class heard, ensuring her promise was etched in stone.

Post good deed of the day, I desperately needed a recharge. Enter Nayan and Kanha—my partners in crime—for an impromptu tea and samosa date. The chai hit like an elixir, reviving my very soul.

Back to coaching, this time trying to blend in behind my friends to avoid Ratnesh Sir’s laser gaze. He revisited the practical for the nth time, but my brain had clocked out. Instead, the evening was about checking our test answer sheets, and for once, a bright spot:

I scored 47.5 out of 49—96%! My highest score in accountancy in two years. Even Sir cracked a rare smile, which, trust me, is worth its weight in gold.

So, yeah, that was my day—a chaotic blend of exams, surprises, and samosas, ending on a high note. Signing off for now with gratitude to all (and a bit of survival pride).

– Aksh