Long long time ago, I still remember.. there was a kid. Let’s call him A. A had this weird sense of honesty and morality and believed in the general goodness of people. And that people were reasonable and were willing to help you out if they believed that you were genuinely in a soup (the ignorant old bastard!)

So one fine day, after three straight night outs for his end semester exams, he is getting prepared for his next paper. A friend buzzes and inquires why he did not appear for the paper that was held in the morning. A is horrified, petrified, stupefied. He realizes that he has messed up the timings of his paper (the utterly stupid moronic old rat’s ass). His nightmare has come true and he can’t just wake up out of this one. Panic stricken, he runs around like a headless chicken. Friends implore him to go get a fake medical certificate to bail himself out of the quagmire. He listens to his friends, M and D though, who like him also believe in the general goodness of human beings and the sanctity of the system. He runs to the dept. but everything is closed and there is no way to reach the professor. Heart thumping, he comes back and waits for the next day when his woes will be washed away in the soothing kindness of the professor who will definitely overlook his one indiscretion and give him a second chance. Yeah, he doesn’t see why not. After all, the world is all hunky dory and everything is just fine.