Today was the last my last practical exam. Well not the last ever, but one was down, three more were to follow. It went well. I mean we all did perform decently actually nicely. But when it was over, there were no shouts, no stomping feet down the staircase nor any teachers yelling with a concealed grin. It was a if someone had died. No one discussed the paper. Everyone just returned back the answer book and walked away. For the XII boards, three years before, this same class shook stone stairs in Fergusson. Stronger was the din for X boards. Our teachers had great difficulty in controlling us. Not only after exams, but looking back I see everything that we did was so full of enthusiasm and energy? To what did it transfer in a matter of 5 years?