A small story...

Standing at the gate, Sandhya was getting restless. It was Diwali day and she was all decked up in her new dress and jewels. She had tried to stay up all night sorting out all the crackers but somehow had fallen asleep. She had never known when the sandman had come. She had to wake up early for the d-day, but had somehow overslept. All through her sleep, she had dreamt of swirling chakras, crackling 1000-walas, blooming flowerpots and zooming rockets. And now she had got up late much against the standard protocol of waking up at 5. Now, she was all ready to have a go at the fireworks. Her father had gone inside to get the long agarbathi for the rockets. She knew that the rockets would not be a great phenomenon in broad daylight, yet she wanted to get it done and over with them because as much as she loved the colors, she didn't like lighting them. Her father had told her that he wouldn't do it and it had to be her. So she had decided to finish them off in daylight when she could see the wick clearly. Her father came and they set the rocket up in an old ketchup bottle. She took the agarbathi close to the wick and quickly withdrew. But the wick hadn't been lit. She was having the jitters. "Sandhya! Go on", egged her father. She tried again, this time holding her skirt in one hand so as to make way for a quick getaway if things got a trifle too unexpected. The agarbathi went close to the wick. She was a picture of concentration with her lower lip firmly between her teeth. A stray drop of sweat fell from her brow onto the ground. Now the agarbathi had made contact with the wick. A silent moment and then came the red sparks. Away! she ran screaming "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah". The wick in the meanwhile had shortened. Three... Two... One... And whooosh! the bottle fell down and the rocket zoomed, merrily along the ground. It went like a snake, into the sewage gutter nearby and fizzed out. And that my dear folks, is the story of how my first quiz in K in organizational behaviour went today!