On their marks
The Kya Aap Paanchvi Paas Se Tez Hain? National Level Exam held on Friday was quite a dreamtest.
It accepted late entrants and even allowed copying. And it didn't hurt that it was organised in the Grand Hyatt's ballroom with well-spaced out desks, pencils more pointy than Pinocchio's nose.
And instructions in Hindi and English, and a nine-course meal waiting after the exam paper. The warning bell rang twice. The supervisor, a gent in blinding white, struggled to keep the candidates quiet.
The candidates were drawn from every field as they say - TV stars, doctors, lawyers, school teachers, housewives, MBA students, RJs, graphic designers, sportsmen, and of course, school kids.
How about some chefs and masseurs, too? The exam lasted half an hour.
Trickiest question: who are minstrels? In waiting Lola Kutty, in a very idli chutney mood, huffed, "I've been waiting, waiting and waiting." She was grabbing bytes for Channel [V]'s IQ. Who was she waiting for? Not Godot, hopefully. The results? School kids topped of course.. closely followed by the RJs.
MBA students, right at the bottom of the class, were quite the laughing stock. High point? No one, no one knew the answer to Lola's question, "What are fertilisers made of ?" Oh!