Two things that conclude a semester, an end-semester examination and its valuation or grading the papers, are triggering an unexpected existential crisis. I have some reasons albeit logical or not, I cannot tell anymore.   This May, India will be completing the 10th year of the present right-wing regime, and nobody has to look far to see how bad things are already. It is also May, and we do not even have to try see anything, especially for us in an undergraduate college. It is one of the even end-semester seasons as batches of students will be preparing to go to the next year: the first to the second, and those from the second to third year, and there will be a fresh batch of the proverbial curious and hyperactive first-year students. We really do not have to see anything now, because we have already reached the point! Towards the end of a semester—not just even ones for that matter, for tonight—there are two occasions that stand out the most. First, the system of formative evaluatio