Pissed off?

18th November 2007, the date which would have sent shivers down the spine for at least a two hundred thousand students and would have tested the nerves of half a million others, would be known to most of you, if you do not - CAT 2007 was conducted on the aforesaid date.
I woke up with a heavy heart, a fussy brain and with a strange feeling in the stomach; I have started doing things which I would do daily and hence preparing myself for something which I would, by all probabilities, be doing for the last time in my life; writing the CAT.
I started 3 hours prior to the reporting time and headed towards the centre whose location I figured out the previous evening. The journey was tense with chill in the air of the Pune making things just worse. I reached the test centre and found that there are at least a few hundreds already gathered over there and doing all sorts of different things. The guys who are taking CAT just for the sake of it are happily chatting with their all happy female counterpart who happens to be pretty excited about lots of people looking at her. And there are these ardent Nicotine followers doing off with their daily ritual and a few who are doing last minute revision of god knows what. The whole scene baffled me rather tensed me, so I settled for something different, I opted to watch the cricket match being played at the college grounds of my center. And in no time, a bell became very happy, as it ordered at least a few hundred future managers to enter their room to take a first step towards their destination.
Just as many things in India, the things started of in a rather dramatic way when all the candidates started towards the building. There is a huge crowd that gathered at the entrance of the building with each person getting impatient to get into the building and situation similar to the traffic at Hinjewadi started developing.
Just as few people entered the building and gone up the stairs, the candidates who already entered the building started coming down and within no time there was a traffic jam kid of a situation as there are equal number of people who want to get up and down the stairs. I wondered why all the people who have gone up the stairs coming down again, and the question started tickling my conscious and grew more and more curious and suspicious over where all the male candidates are going. I resisted myself as I don’t want to deviate myself, but I could not. I followed the crowd, they all are going as if they are programmed to do so as if they are little robots who are controlled by AI and just as my curiosity increased a little board said it all “Gents toilet” and the arrow on the board pointed towards the horizon. And now I understand what caused the traffic jam.
And now I say, every one is “Pissed off” with CAT.

P.S: I screwed my CAT paper again.