Cracking the Mains — Shillong Style

Cracking the Mains — Shillong Style

There is a rite of passage to Manhood ritual that is practiced by all Graduates in India, called cracking the UPSC, the acronym for the body conducting the civil services exams.

This is an annual event, held since the colonial times, in the ancient tradition practiced in China for millennia, of testing the youth in various academic disciplines, to choose the body of men ( women too, but will continue to use the male gender for convenience, feminists please excuse) who will administer our great nation.

Every young man has to participate in this gruelling mega event at least once, more often thrice, nowadays as many as six times, till they are young no more. The prize is an entry to the hallowed circle of Avatars, or Gods, of the Indian Avatar Service, otherwise known as the IAS. The consolation prize is The Allied Services, or the Demigods.

Every year, a large section of the flower of India’s youth, from all corners, but largely from a particular area, collect in the national capital and join various institutes that train these hopefuls for the ordeal. They learn diverse disciplines from philosophy to mathematics, essay writing to mcqs, and hone their vocabulary and reasoning skills, all of which would help them be chosen to govern the teeming multitudes of India.

Knowing my limitations, I had planned to opt out of this marathon, as had my equally laidback friends. However, the fever is catching, and peer and family pressure being too hard to resist, we went in for the first round. And, in a bookie confounding result, akin to Zimbabwe reaching the world cup finals, both me and my uber bohemian friend Ron, of whose adventures I have written before, got through the prelims.

The final hurdle of the race, the mains, was a different ball game altogether, and I had no intention of going the full round. Getting a cushy government job in the meanwhile gave me an excuse to bunk this ordeal, as I had to relocate to a different city. Ron wasn’t so lucky. He was in his hometown Shillong, trying his luck at various harebrained entrepreneurial ventures, which no one considered a  serious vocation, and parental diktat forced him to go the full round. His subject for the mains was Philosophy, not because he knew, studied, liked or even had an inkling as to what it dealt with, but as careful research showed that it had the shortest syllabus.

The D day dawned, and unfortunately clashed with a vital match telecast. Ron’s attempts to avoid going for the test was detected, and he was promptly despatched to the venue.

Arriving fifteen minutes late, he found that he was the only candidate from Shillong taking Philosophy, and the three invigilators conducting the test were waiting irritably, as, if he didn’t turn up for half an hour, they could close shop and return to the game on television.

The question paper was opened with due ceremony, and Ron, supplied with adequate stationary, spent time going over it. Then he wrote some stuff, and half an hour later, submitted his paper. The half hour at the table was necessary, as you could not leave the hall before 45 minutes in the three hour paper. He explained to the puzzled authorities that the paper was very easy and he had cracked it.

The veteran examiner knew better. He closely examined Ron. “Look son, are you sure you want to return in the afternoon for the second paper?” Ron said that he would. The senior academic gently repeated, “Look, we know how it is. We three can go home and watch the match over drinks if we call it a day. You are welcome to join us. No one need ever know. Your attendance will be marked as present. Else we will have to wait till forty five minutes into the second paper and the match will be over.”

It was a clinching argument. The bureaucracy lost an original thinker. Ron went on to see the world. His parents said “Well, he tried his best. It’s the system!”

But that day, a good time was had by all, showing that they truly understood philosophy, and the joy of cheering your team over beer beats sitting in a stuffy room ruminating on Rumi and Kant in the hopes of becoming a bureaucrat.

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Earlier Adventures of Ron

https://soumyamukherjee8.wordpress.com/2014/12/21/my-friend-ron/

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  1. I’m appearing for my mains this year and though your post isn’t really giving me an insight to preparation, it does remind me not to take myself too seriously! 🙂 Thank you!

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      1. Idiosyncrasies. ….is a story on my blog on a real ias officer I was really impressed as to how much good you can do and regretted not having taken it seriously On 20 Mar 2015 18:02, “Idyll Dreams of an Idle Fellow” wrote:

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