Since childhood, I was always fascinated by board exams, more importantly results. In our country at least, board exam results are like the official certification for one's academic intelligence because people don't care to bother about what the kid has been doing all his life… Every year there would be some wonder kid in the family, completely unheard of (possibly because he/she was so into books) who would amaze everyone with breath taking percentages.
Like every human being, I too am greedy. I too wanted to be one of them. When we dream we dream only about the good things. I thought it would be pleasurable to study at night for hours together under the glare of the study lamp, glancing at the beautiful moon once in a while and what not. But when my turn came, I realised how I resented staying up at night in the company of my books… And the moon? The moon turned into 'blue moon', that had absconded from the cacophony of the concrete jungle.
Nevertheless I managed to survive all of that, wrote my board exams and waited for my results. Rumours sparked regarding the announcement of results, each one with a different date. I tried imagining how I'd feel on the day my results would be out, how pangs of anxiety and nervousness would pinch me from the inside. Surrpisingly none of that happened.
I was in one of my finest moods, watching my favourite film for the umpteenth time, things couldn't have been better; when my cousin texted me asking for my results. I very innocently explained that the results weren't out yet and that it would have been some cheap prank played by someone…; he insisted me to check. I was baffled, pausing the movie; I logged into the site and typed in my roll number… There it was! The prize of the sacrifices I'd made. The times I'd chosen to be in the company of books rather than TV had paid off.
I dont know if I am the wonder kid. I've realised that it doesn't matter any way. The excitement has died out for me; but I know this little achievement of mine is something I can always cherish. This personal satisfaction that i've gained is worth it all. But like someone said 'success is not permanent and failure is not fatal it is the courage to continue that counts'
I now have bigger problems to deal with, scarier sums to solve and annoyingly bigger sacrifices to make… But it goes on. Hasn't it always been that way?
Like every human being, I too am greedy. I too wanted to be one of them. When we dream we dream only about the good things. I thought it would be pleasurable to study at night for hours together under the glare of the study lamp, glancing at the beautiful moon once in a while and what not. But when my turn came, I realised how I resented staying up at night in the company of my books… And the moon? The moon turned into 'blue moon', that had absconded from the cacophony of the concrete jungle.
Nevertheless I managed to survive all of that, wrote my board exams and waited for my results. Rumours sparked regarding the announcement of results, each one with a different date. I tried imagining how I'd feel on the day my results would be out, how pangs of anxiety and nervousness would pinch me from the inside. Surrpisingly none of that happened.
I was in one of my finest moods, watching my favourite film for the umpteenth time, things couldn't have been better; when my cousin texted me asking for my results. I very innocently explained that the results weren't out yet and that it would have been some cheap prank played by someone…; he insisted me to check. I was baffled, pausing the movie; I logged into the site and typed in my roll number… There it was! The prize of the sacrifices I'd made. The times I'd chosen to be in the company of books rather than TV had paid off.
I dont know if I am the wonder kid. I've realised that it doesn't matter any way. The excitement has died out for me; but I know this little achievement of mine is something I can always cherish. This personal satisfaction that i've gained is worth it all. But like someone said 'success is not permanent and failure is not fatal it is the courage to continue that counts'
I now have bigger problems to deal with, scarier sums to solve and annoyingly bigger sacrifices to make… But it goes on. Hasn't it always been that way?
