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I came, I saw…I purred!
CAT: How I ruined it?
June of 2005. That was when I had made the brightest decision of my life (supposedly) - to take CAT. And, to crack it. Like a ‘black-belt’ cracks the marble slabs. I wasn’t kidding myself. I had always been a bright girl at school, in college and every which where. So it wasn’t a far cry for me.
November 20th was the CAT DAY. And I was determined to say to myself (when the results are out) – I came, I saw, I conquered!
I began my voyage.
I joined a coaching institute. Many kids and many of them not-quite-kids were catting. Catting? Yeah, that’s the term for the designation you get for about six to eight months when you are preparing for CAT, and more specifically when you have joined a battalion (of coaching institute people) to go to the CAT war and fight right.
They gave us a handful of basic fundas’ books to begin with, to be mastered in a month’s time. I brought them home, kept them on the study table, admired the look of them, chalked out a schedule (to be strictly followed) to accommodate all the knowledge that they contained, and was too tired after a long day of doing all this. So I dozed off.
Came July. And I found myself blaming June. For being such a lazy hot month, that I could not even master the basics. I said to my self – ‘It’s never too late.’
I had come. I had seen. I was yet to conquer. How could I possibly have given up?!
I designed another schedule, a stricter one; one that was meant to make up for a month’s loss of studies. First few days were in parity with the same, outlined by a constant struggle in the quant section. Mathematics was never my cup of tea. And there was I trying to smell the coffee. And while juggling with it, Coke and irritation were my constant companion. DI/DS behaved like the monsoon that year. It came late to me; and sometimes the questions would happen, sometimes they just wouldn’t. I couldn’t understand the pattern of DI/DS for many days. Weatherman couldn’t understand that of monsoon. I was not the one at fault as far as DI/DS was concerned. Its unpredictability was to be blamed. Plus the heat due to the delay in monsoons.
They say – ‘every dark cloud has a silver lining’. For me, it was the Verbal section. Except that when I began doing the Reading Comprehension, I would start appreciating the passage rather than concentrating on answering the questions. Then one fine day it occurred to me that passages appear in the test paper so that the accompanying questions are answered, and speedily. The verbal trainer at the insti was good, the only person I liked there perhaps. So I bought her advice – to concentrate on answering the questions, and leave the language appreciation part for the time after the 20th of November. I was on the right track.
By the day, my frustration curve grew steeper (thanks to maths) and learning curve flatter (thanks to maths again). Maths section tests were quantum disasters. DI/DS as unpredictable as ever. Sometimes way too good. At other times just as bad. My performance in DI/DS section on graphical representation would have looked like an ECG report.
And did I mention somewhere that it was August already. Time for mock tests. Needless to say, mock tests mocked at me really well. I checked the vital signs of my performance. Preparation - okay (okay?! I was trying hard to treat myself well!) Accuracy – directly proportional to percentile (which never exceeded 75). Speed – snail’s.
Now I had to work out a rescue plan. I could not have saved face. But saving grace was the need of the hour. I decided to limit the portion that I would focus on, to bypass the guys like trigonometry, progressions, advanced algebra, et al. and to give a go by to a lot of incomprehensible stuff in DI/DS. I was beyond them (or was it the other way round?) English was my forte. So I gave less time to it. It would just happen. And, then I started a race against time. The plan seemed to be working. My percentiles at the mocks improved. Still I was far, far away from Julius Caesar, from conquering. At the last but third mock test – 80 percentile. I said to myself, “Not bad”. And then, “Not good either!”
80 percentile. And, in subsequent tests, I got stuck there. Weather changed. My CAT prep status didn’t change much. Why? Because, you can only go so far when you have not polished your basics well. The coaching-insti people do not give you funda-books for decorating on the table and admiring their look. They are meant to be stirred well and digested.
The red letter day had arrived. By this time, I had become dispassionate. That’s what you do when the world looks materialistic with no meaning for existence! I went to the CAT center - feeling like a zombie. Found my place in the hall. Sunk in. My fate in the form of CAT question paper came. The invigilator gave a few instructions, which my mind did not register. Then he said, ‘Start’. I started.
I began with Verbal Section. Just to feel good. Handled the little ones first; sentence correction, contextual usage, parajumbles, and the like. Then I moved on to the RC; completed three passages in 17 minutes. Next took up the quant section. It did look bad in the beginning. Oh yes, there were a few suckers as expected. I took good care of them. Did not even care to take a peek at the questions which had their origin in my un-favorite and un-prepared topics. It was not a wise thing to do however. Because, suckers in a CAT paper are sometimes found in the most unlikely of places. After having a tough time there, I headed towards tougher times. The DI section. Time was flying, and I was almost crawling. Whatever I did in this section, I did it in 20 minutes. And, against anticipation, it was not all that bad. Decent, if not good.
‘Time’s up.’ And that was that. I had just wasted my first attempt at CAT. I wasn’t devastated. Just then I had become a stoic. And asked myself, ‘By the way, who was Julius Caesar?’
I came, I saw…I purred.
When I recovered after a week or so, I decided to reflect upon the whole drama. I could see clearly the mistakes that I had made, and the right things that I did not do. The list looked something like this:
·Study schedule – in one word - ‘funny’. It was downright unrealistic. Could have been more real and flexible.
·Consistency – nil. One day I studied for six hours. The next day I was partying. The third day, I dedicated to feeling guilty and making alternate study plans. Believing that the plan would work from the following day, I took a break that day (God knows from what?). Could have been consistent with three hours of studies everyday.
·Basic concepts - far from satisfactory. Could have spared some time in memorizing those formulae, and doing the less-challenging questions and thereby gaining confidence. And, then the switch to the tough ones would have been easier.
·Inability to identify my strong and weak areas. Consequently, inability to leverage on the strong areas and to convert the weak areas into comfortable ones.
·Time-management or shall I say ‘time-mismanagement’. Lack of a strong conceptual foundation never allowed me to keep a check on my speed. I kept struggling for accuracy that speed never got its fair share. Hence, ended up spending almost an hour on Quant section, and 20 minutes on DI/DS. Time-management is indispensable. I should have known.
·When it comes to CAT, practice or the lack of it makes all the difference. What more can I say?
·And every one should have one strong area to hold on to. That instills the feel-good factor in the entire CAT scene. Mine was Verbal. It really did help.
Most importantly, never idolize Caesar. He never took CAT anyway. Do not try to conquer CAT. Just bell it. Be real. Make real plans in real time. Adhere. Adjust. Attempt.
All that matters is performance. And that depends on preparation and a good attitude.
When you take CAT, only two things happen. Either you make it or you don’t.
I didn’t. You can.
Crisp
PS.: I forgot to mention the result. 80 percentile.
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