VIVA LE BLUES

The misery of a viva is a thing everyone who has ever been a student is familiar with.The entry into the prof' s or teacher's room revokes the images of a bleating goat being led into the sacrificial chamber.And how you wish you could also bleat in fear but supremely confident appearance is one of the criteria for a succesful viva.But ever since I became insane(my friends help me push the date back frequently) i have started enjoying the viva voce.I nearly burst out laughing at my miserable vivas.Sometimes i really want to laugh aloud and tap the back of my questioner in sympathy.In those moments i realise that i have finally become the crackpot i was destined to be.I feel elated instead of depressed after every miserable viva of mine.I really love coming back to my room after a viva;putting the latch and then putting some head banging song on ......my ipod(no speakers,so my player is ruled out).Then i dance(a very polite term for my kicking and flailing my arms about).In those moments i feel more alive than all the miserable and dreary days of my life.For I love a good laugh more than anything else.So I keep pulling my friend's legs and they think that i am a cynical heartless bastard (well sometimes).That is me for you in a nutshell.