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Well, who would ever think that shocks and surprises are meant to be continued for at least a day after they start. Confused?
Well after that awesome party last night and the feeling of not being single anymore had just begin to get below my throat when some other news was just ready to push all that out with a huge gush. It was time for results.
Results of what? Well, of the exam I had written a month before the cricket tournament. Wasn’t that supposed to be ages back? For we students yes, but for teachers & parents it was just a month or two back.
On top of that they even expect us to remember what mistakes we had made and where had we gone wrong. Who will make them understand that we cannot use more than 2% of our brain. It’s illegal to use more than that. That’s why Einstein was very often considered an idiot.
And yes these are just tactics to defend the blunder in exams I had committed a few ages or actually months ago. 63% on the report card. It was touted to be the next breaking news on television, beating the Sensex lows. The lowest in the history of Nikhil’s life. ‘Drops below 80% for the first time ever.’
And then I surely had some company. Ranbir was no better at 60%, well but Ishaan was the best of us three at 75%. How the heck did he manage that? Was the paper leaked to him? Naah, not possible, before he would read a question, I would have had a copy of it. So that option was invalid.
And just I was trying to look out for the viable options, Abhisek came running from behind to the proffesor. Sir, you gave me one mark less here, sir half mark here, sir some more here please, sir this is right, sir this answer is in the text book, sir the other sir gave this right. What the heck? Is he gone crazy? Actually he was smart, he increased almost seven marks after that bargaining session.
I was stunned. I had never seen something like this in my earlier school. How can you even ask the teacher to increase marks at random?
Once one of my friends had tried to request the teacher to increase two marks not given in a question, genuinely, and she threw the paper right on her face.
And then began the discussion on who was first and second and so on. Who leads whom and who’s trailing. I was totally out of the race. Well I did stop caring and bothering about it. I overheard that Sajith and Abhishek were joint first.
Sajith was absent and Abhishek wasn’t looking so happy though he was first. The last was English lecture. We had asked the teacher to give us a free period and she willingly agreed. And then Abhishek goes to mam and is like, there is a mistake in correction of Sajith’s paper, he deserves a mark less. I was stunned, like how could he do this.
That’s when someone shouted from behind,
“Just because he did not want to share the top position with anyone.”
Was he being selfish and mean? Now that was surely questionable and debatable. Maybe what he did was morally wrong but then he wasn’t wrong when you look at the situation from his point of view. Now who wouldn’t want to stand first in the class, and that also sole holder of that position.
Well, what’s the use of thinking about this, anyways things will not change and will remain the same, ‘Nerds will be nerds.’
But loads more verbal attacks awaited me at home. Mom was at her best.
“63%. I would always tell everyone that you have the potential to top in boards this time. With 63% you think you will even come in top rankers list.”
And this was just the start. She literally made me recollect my marks of mast 5-6 years and none of them below 80%. And then she was like, stop this and that, study for so many hours, you have stopped taking studies seriously, you have become careless, you just don’t care for me and the list was just going on.
At the end of it I was so frustrated and angered by the entire lecture, that I announced,
“Since past 3years you have got problem with cricket. I will leave it. Happy?”
Said that I ran to my room and bang, jumped on my bed, head down. I was already shocked with my result and Mom had already forced me to cross my saturation point. Thinking about studies and some other random stuff, I just didn’t realize when did I fall asleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later. By then Ishaan and Ranbir had invaded into my room.
My anger with the morning debate was far from over,
“What are you two doing here?”
Ishaan signaling Ranbir not to speak, himself spoke,
“Get ready in 10minutes and we are off for dinner.”
“I am in no mood guys, some other day.”
“Stop acting like a spoil sport and change quickly. We are getting late.” added in Ranbir.
“So why don’t you both leave. I am not interested in coming with you guys.”
And then Di steps in,
“Stop being rude to them. Don’t vent out Mom’s anger on them. They have been waiting for more than an hour.”
“Di, you please stay out. I am not in a mood to speak to anyone. Just leave me alone.”
Ishaan quietly pulled Ranbir out of the room and even Di left.
I was not going to calm down soon. In Di’s words, I was fuming in anger.
And then people generally take hasty decisions in a hurry and anger and I did the same.
I messaged Ansh, the cricket team captain and my sports sir, that ‘I quit cricket and would not represent the school in any future matches. Strictly no negotiations.’
In that same mood, I went to Mom, and boasted of the message to her,
“That’s it. Now I have quit cricket. You want me to leave anything now.”
She didn’t reply and so I just banged out of the room, and this time around not to my room, but to my favorite corner of the creek.
My eyes were dry post the crying session and I was sitting there alone, with not a living soul around, but just me, myself and the sky and water.
Staring at the sky, for the first time ever, I wasn’t speaking to myself. I just did not understand what to do. I wasn’t mentally stable to even face myself.
And just when you stop thinking and expecting anything from yourself in life, surprises prop up.
“Want some french fries dude?”
“Ishaan. You will never improve.”
“I am your friend after all.”
And then even Ranbir jumped in,
“Even I am their.”
“Anyone left?”, I added in.
And then Ishita, Sneha, Bhavika and Sania came out of nowhere.
I was just wondering where was Miloni, and came in a message from her,
“FAITH Makes all things possible, hope makes all things work & love makes all things beautiful. May you have all of them. Love you Jaan.”
Ishita started off,
“We are friends, we need to keep it. How could you even think that we will leave you alone when you need us.”
This line took me back to the times when I was leaving Mumbai for Dubai, and she was in hospital.
“Arey… eat those fries or pass it on to me.”, Bhavika spoke in.
And everyone broke into a laughter.
When the happiness surrounds you, who says sadness creeps in. Happiness has no bounds and ends, it just keep rising.
The Pizza Hut guy came in and delivered oven fresh pizza’s.
My mouth was watering. I just love pizza’s, and these people just made my day.
“Margarita pizza. Awesome guys, whose selection was this?”
Ishaan replied,
“Any doubt.”
“Well, apart from Ishita no-one really knows my taste, so it got to be her.”
Ishita in an acting angry tone, “Then why did you ask?”
With pizza in my mouth, I went and hugged her.
This night was memorable. These people literally made me forget everything that happened earlier in the day. It lay there in the backburner of my mind, though the consequences of it were yet to be faced by me in the near future.
The night wasn’t over yet. It had just begun. After having a feast, we went on a walk. We walked as if there was no end to the road. Over the bridge to the other side of the creek. The night view of the creek and buildings sidelining it made it a not to be missed scene.
Life wasn’t so dull if I actually think about it, though it wasn’t in the best shape also. After the awesome India trip, came in the tragedy as a speed breaker and the results as the police officer. Gradually my life car moved from the fast lane to the slow line, but luckily the red signal was yet to come. But with friends like these, I am sure there is nothing called red signal in my life. They pep up your mood whenever and wherever it is needed.
... to be continued...
Part - 1
TO KNOW WHATS HAPPENING IN THIS STORY.
Well, who would ever think that shocks and surprises are meant to be continued for at least a day after they start. Confused?
Well after that awesome party last night and the feeling of not being single anymore had just begin to get below my throat when some other news was just ready to push all that out with a huge gush. It was time for results.
Results of what? Well, of the exam I had written a month before the cricket tournament. Wasn’t that supposed to be ages back? For we students yes, but for teachers & parents it was just a month or two back.
On top of that they even expect us to remember what mistakes we had made and where had we gone wrong. Who will make them understand that we cannot use more than 2% of our brain. It’s illegal to use more than that. That’s why Einstein was very often considered an idiot.
And yes these are just tactics to defend the blunder in exams I had committed a few ages or actually months ago. 63% on the report card. It was touted to be the next breaking news on television, beating the Sensex lows. The lowest in the history of Nikhil’s life. ‘Drops below 80% for the first time ever.’
And then I surely had some company. Ranbir was no better at 60%, well but Ishaan was the best of us three at 75%. How the heck did he manage that? Was the paper leaked to him? Naah, not possible, before he would read a question, I would have had a copy of it. So that option was invalid.
And just I was trying to look out for the viable options, Abhisek came running from behind to the proffesor. Sir, you gave me one mark less here, sir half mark here, sir some more here please, sir this is right, sir this answer is in the text book, sir the other sir gave this right. What the heck? Is he gone crazy? Actually he was smart, he increased almost seven marks after that bargaining session.
I was stunned. I had never seen something like this in my earlier school. How can you even ask the teacher to increase marks at random?
Once one of my friends had tried to request the teacher to increase two marks not given in a question, genuinely, and she threw the paper right on her face.
And then began the discussion on who was first and second and so on. Who leads whom and who’s trailing. I was totally out of the race. Well I did stop caring and bothering about it. I overheard that Sajith and Abhishek were joint first.
Sajith was absent and Abhishek wasn’t looking so happy though he was first. The last was English lecture. We had asked the teacher to give us a free period and she willingly agreed. And then Abhishek goes to mam and is like, there is a mistake in correction of Sajith’s paper, he deserves a mark less. I was stunned, like how could he do this.
That’s when someone shouted from behind,
“Just because he did not want to share the top position with anyone.”
Was he being selfish and mean? Now that was surely questionable and debatable. Maybe what he did was morally wrong but then he wasn’t wrong when you look at the situation from his point of view. Now who wouldn’t want to stand first in the class, and that also sole holder of that position.
Well, what’s the use of thinking about this, anyways things will not change and will remain the same, ‘Nerds will be nerds.’
But loads more verbal attacks awaited me at home. Mom was at her best.
“63%. I would always tell everyone that you have the potential to top in boards this time. With 63% you think you will even come in top rankers list.”
And this was just the start. She literally made me recollect my marks of mast 5-6 years and none of them below 80%. And then she was like, stop this and that, study for so many hours, you have stopped taking studies seriously, you have become careless, you just don’t care for me and the list was just going on.
At the end of it I was so frustrated and angered by the entire lecture, that I announced,
“Since past 3years you have got problem with cricket. I will leave it. Happy?”
Said that I ran to my room and bang, jumped on my bed, head down. I was already shocked with my result and Mom had already forced me to cross my saturation point. Thinking about studies and some other random stuff, I just didn’t realize when did I fall asleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later. By then Ishaan and Ranbir had invaded into my room.
My anger with the morning debate was far from over,
“What are you two doing here?”
Ishaan signaling Ranbir not to speak, himself spoke,
“Get ready in 10minutes and we are off for dinner.”
“I am in no mood guys, some other day.”
“Stop acting like a spoil sport and change quickly. We are getting late.” added in Ranbir.
“So why don’t you both leave. I am not interested in coming with you guys.”
And then Di steps in,
“Stop being rude to them. Don’t vent out Mom’s anger on them. They have been waiting for more than an hour.”
“Di, you please stay out. I am not in a mood to speak to anyone. Just leave me alone.”
Ishaan quietly pulled Ranbir out of the room and even Di left.
I was not going to calm down soon. In Di’s words, I was fuming in anger.
And then people generally take hasty decisions in a hurry and anger and I did the same.
I messaged Ansh, the cricket team captain and my sports sir, that ‘I quit cricket and would not represent the school in any future matches. Strictly no negotiations.’
In that same mood, I went to Mom, and boasted of the message to her,
“That’s it. Now I have quit cricket. You want me to leave anything now.”
She didn’t reply and so I just banged out of the room, and this time around not to my room, but to my favorite corner of the creek.
My eyes were dry post the crying session and I was sitting there alone, with not a living soul around, but just me, myself and the sky and water.
Staring at the sky, for the first time ever, I wasn’t speaking to myself. I just did not understand what to do. I wasn’t mentally stable to even face myself.
And just when you stop thinking and expecting anything from yourself in life, surprises prop up.
“Want some french fries dude?”
“Ishaan. You will never improve.”
“I am your friend after all.”
And then even Ranbir jumped in,
“Even I am their.”
“Anyone left?”, I added in.
And then Ishita, Sneha, Bhavika and Sania came out of nowhere.
I was just wondering where was Miloni, and came in a message from her,
“FAITH Makes all things possible, hope makes all things work & love makes all things beautiful. May you have all of them. Love you Jaan.”
Ishita started off,
“We are friends, we need to keep it. How could you even think that we will leave you alone when you need us.”
This line took me back to the times when I was leaving Mumbai for Dubai, and she was in hospital.
“Arey… eat those fries or pass it on to me.”, Bhavika spoke in.
And everyone broke into a laughter.
When the happiness surrounds you, who says sadness creeps in. Happiness has no bounds and ends, it just keep rising.
The Pizza Hut guy came in and delivered oven fresh pizza’s.
My mouth was watering. I just love pizza’s, and these people just made my day.
“Margarita pizza. Awesome guys, whose selection was this?”
Ishaan replied,
“Any doubt.”
“Well, apart from Ishita no-one really knows my taste, so it got to be her.”
Ishita in an acting angry tone, “Then why did you ask?”
With pizza in my mouth, I went and hugged her.
This night was memorable. These people literally made me forget everything that happened earlier in the day. It lay there in the backburner of my mind, though the consequences of it were yet to be faced by me in the near future.
The night wasn’t over yet. It had just begun. After having a feast, we went on a walk. We walked as if there was no end to the road. Over the bridge to the other side of the creek. The night view of the creek and buildings sidelining it made it a not to be missed scene.
Life wasn’t so dull if I actually think about it, though it wasn’t in the best shape also. After the awesome India trip, came in the tragedy as a speed breaker and the results as the police officer. Gradually my life car moved from the fast lane to the slow line, but luckily the red signal was yet to come. But with friends like these, I am sure there is nothing called red signal in my life. They pep up your mood whenever and wherever it is needed.
... to be continued...
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