Examination stress trauma - 2 (29th July)

Greetings to all folks

(Yet again, I am here with my kind of foolhardy talks, oops! ... writing I mean)

Twenty ninth July this time, was the day of judgement, rather re-judgement of Mr. Z. The dynamic, full of zip and vibrant scholar of the A-University reached the campus at 4:15 pm drenched and soaked; after crossing all the stumbling blocks, obstacles and water hurdles. While standing under the awe-inspiring security walk through gate, he kept looking here and there for over 5 minutes when he heard a shrill feminine voice, "Hey, what are you doing her?". He bounced in the air like a spring as if he heard a female voice for the first time ever. Controlling hmself, the chubby spoul turned around and exclaimed in a strident tone, "I am looking for the elegant Mcgyver-ish owner of the burgundy car; have you seen him by any chance? " No, she replied and they walked down to the five star cafeteria of the A-University where a bunch of guys jumped over Mr. Z for warm greetings while the audience around were looking at Mr. Z and company like if a comic show is ongoing.

A cup of tea, he had to take to re-gain his senses and walk to the building for appearing in the paper. He was walking as if he was carrying one container each of water on his shoulders. As, he was climbing up the stairs, he hardly escaped a hard collision with a fast running school-boy followed by a jumbo sized tall lady. Where ar you going man!... he shouted. Get the roll number slip buddy! ... or you can't enter the judgement room. Mr. Z turned around just as a soldier does after getting the caution from his officer and the thin lady with him followed and the next second they were flying towards the admin. section. After rectifying his breathlessness, "roll number slip" were the only words he could hardly utter. The evilish smile swum over the lips of the desk holder and straight he looked into the side pocket of Mr. Z as if he was measuring the thickness of his wallet through the shirt. To his utmost disappointment, out came the clearance certificate duly signed by the candid course coordinator which turned the smile of the desk holder into a giggle, a panicky one.

Finally the examination paper initiated. While Mr. Z was trying to gather his lost concentration, a screech like shrill voice commenced from right the mid of the hall, "Out of Course"; followed by a huge growl "oh yes, out of course". Ye kab parhaya tha ..... yum yum, bum bum, gum gum, dham dham, ..... rumbling, howling, barki....ng; .... and the crowd started concentrating in the mid of the hall and a few hands went up in the air in a dancing style as if a political procession was about to start celebrating the change of name of the province. Mr. Z was still in the thunder induced coma (missing the presence of the burgundy colored car owner), when a thin stick like hard hand struck his shoulder and he srpung in the air and hardly avoided falling on the ground. How much is the shaded area in the diagram in Question-1? , he heard the shout. The voice reminded him of "sterlization in Charsadda". He was yet to re-gain consciousness, when a second crowd started gathering around his chair including the hardy boy of Bara, young and middle aged ladies and a few stout good looking guys. To breath adequately, he gathered all his energies and pierced the crowd as if "The Giant" is trying to throw everyone out of the ring in "Royal Rumble". The Micky mouse following carried on for some time. In the meanwhile, the aliens supervising the exam paper were trying to overcome the violent crowd by pleading and persuading as if Pakistani ministers are in a dialogue with US delegation. Finally a strange creature in white dress entered the hall with a fat and tall body-guard like living thing. The white dressed creature with expression-less face reminded Mr. Z of egyptian mummies in coffin. Mr. Mummy, finally took the crowd off the hall to hold proper and righteous dialogue with them. Later, some of the frontl-liners in the violent crowd came back to the hall exactly in a Maulana Fazal ur Rehman like smile and as if they have conquered some empire.

Mr. Z to his utmost relief, found an alien bearded supervisor shouting at him to sit under the fan. Right then he noticed that he was drenched with perspiration as the super duper AC of the A-university had caused some vapours to freeze over his body surface which were melting now.

In a hassle, he completed the paper and ran as if he was running for a 100 meter race.

Why is the the Burgundy car and its owner missing????? ..... was the question in his mind while leaving the campus !... .. .

The burgundy car owner was lost in one fold of space time continuum where cumulonimbus clouds had been building up in the last 2-3 days and his burgundy colored space ship was severely hit by space debris. He preferred to remain in a distant corner of planet Jupiter rather than risking his journey back to the planet of the apes.
My radar had picked troublesome background radiation coming from the direction of 45 degrees Magnetic North, and deciphering the morse code contained within, it translated that the Aliens on not so distant planet had developed severe electromagnetic disturbances in their internal antennas after reading some material which is a favourite subjects of Dinosaurs of Public Health I mean our EDO's (Health).
The electromagnatic interference soon developed into an Electromagnetic storm which was picked on all distant cosmic radars. The resulting mraching and to and fro pendolous movements of the Aliens didnt yield any positive result because the Super computer controlling them had developed some Serious errors which resulted in the restart of their windows again and again. Some workstations connected with this server disconnected from the network and booted into the Linux Operating System which saved them from mission critical errors.
Signaling disturbance the Cosmic Traveler of the burgundy coloured Space Shuttle dashed into the Planet of the Apes, where when he landed, he smelled unusual calm. Apes had turned into cats, which were strolling here and there with relative unease.
The Cosmic guilliver opened the Book of Cosmic Laws, which stated that Aliens creating disturbance can be slayed and when this law was announed, it suddenly turned the rough stormy weather into a fine pleasant Mediterranean weather.

Continued........