Lament of an open book exam

I was born in America. Some say I was created by the magnanimous professors of American universities to cater to the great average American mind. Yet others say I was a need based invention. Whatever it be, I still remain the same old white sheet of paper with black ink, cyclostyled or xeroxed. The beauty of an open book exam lies in the fact that I can make the examinees fall to their knees in humiliation. That in fact, they could bring all they wanted to the fight, and I would render them ineffectual. Some would say an open book exam is logical in a post graduate environment, given that you would anyway not need to memorize stuff in real life.

But alas! The loopholes of exam law render me ineffectual. I, as any other creation in this universe, have ancestors. Evil as they are, the people who come to crack me shamelessly resurrect the dead bodies of my esteemed ancestors from their graves and make copies too. They bring them to the sanctum sanctorum of the exam and use them against me !!! My unfortunate creators lack in sufficient creativity to make me independent of my forefathers. Bad students bless me, and good ones curse me before I am born. After my life cycle, everyone curses me for the equity that I bring about. Some pathetic existence I have, huh?

PS: Anyway for those of you who're wondering if this post is out of place, yours truly is down with a bout of mid term result fever at B- school, and will promptly return next week. So long!