Studying for the GRE could never be this hard.
Analogies arent as bad as I expected them to be.
I wait for antonyms.
Sentence completions are just...
Ah.And the Reading Comprehensions.Most of the time,I dont understand whats written.I know that's hard to believe for some people but when a sentence crosses 10 words and turns into a 20 line paragraph by itself,I lose track of whats being said.And at the end of the day, I just dont give a f*** what the authors reaction is or what someones trying to say in the lines 22-24.I end up getting almost ninety percent of it wrong.All the time.Even when I do understand.I cant help it if I'm not on the same thinking wavelength as the person who chose the answer.

Math is a different story all together.Maru boy has graciously offered to teach me.I guess math flows through Marwadi blood.

"What is a trapezium?"
"Its a rectangle with a triangle on top."
If looks could kill..
But they dont do they?
So a group of vultures would've probably come out of nowhere and pecked at my flesh till there was only bone.

"What is a rhombus?"
"Its a four sided figure with all the sides parallel but not equal."
"Just think and tell me."
"I dont know."
"No just think and tell me."
"If I dont know, whats the point in me thinking and telling because I still wont know."
If looks could kill..
But they dont do they?
He would have starved my dogs for a week and thrown me to them.

"If the volume of a sphere is 4/3. pie.r^3,whats the volume of a hemisphere."
"8/3.pie.r^3."
If looks could kill...
But they dont do they?
So he did the next best thing.
He told on me to my dad!
"Uncle, shes useless.Wont get more than 200 in her GRE."
Its not a good idea to tell a Chartered Accountant that his daughter can't even divide 1 by 6.

I burst into tears and ran up to my room and slammed my door.I thought either of them would've felt bad for me and run up the stairs to console me.No they didn't.I wondered what was taking them so long only to find out they were discussing land values at Boat Club Road oblivious to the fact that I was distressed and upset.
And in utter filmi style,as the rain poured down and the winds blew heavily and the bells of the temple chimed in discord, I said to myself
"I wont take anybodys help and I'll get 800 on 800 and show those two."
And I sat down with my books.
A minute later wondered what was for dinner.
Two minutes later watched KTV with my father.
An hour later,sat on Orkut laughing over some peoples pictures.

But I still feel bad that I'm so terrible at math.I would love to blame my school on it and a bunch of useless teachers.Thats not going to do me any good now is it.I have no one else to blame but myself.
And bloody Mrs Sarala of course.
And Vinod Agarwal.
And Mrs Haridh.
Sigh.