Results...

It's an evil word.
When you fail,you can feel the whole world crumble slowly around you.For the first five minutes.After which it doesn't matter much anymore.You actually cleared everything else.Managing an A too!

But then there are the "What will my mother say?" "How will my father react?".Its worse when they don't react and say "Its ok.You'll do better next time." Why cant they just flog me in the middle of a marketplace.It'll ease the guilt.Hmmm.Perhaps flogging is a bit drastic.But ground me or shout at me for being lazy and irresponsible but my parents...they know that 'not shouting' at me makes me feel even more guilty.This sort of torture suits them better.

Its a wonderful feeling when you pass.You grin gleefully wondering how you passed that Statistics paper when you attempted only for 30 marks.Long live the external examiner you cheer.
"Thank god you made wonderful souls like him/her.Thank you God for passing me with so much grace this time.I promise on you that I will study Properly and Systematically from this semester onwards.You have given me a second chance."
I've been saying this prayer from the tenth.And I still haven't done the proper and systematic studying yet.

"I never saw you studying for your exams.How did you manage to pass?Did you copy or something?" my mother would ask.
Such a trusting mother.

I'd call up my friend and say "I passed everything!We HAVE to go out and celebrate.Awesome isn't it.I mean I really didn't expect to pass but..Yak yak yak yak."
Fifteen minutes later.
"yak yak..So when do we go?"
"P...I didn't pass everything."
The dialtone is the only thing I hear after she very politely slams the phone down.

I'm expecting my results anyday.Anything that ends with a 'has come' stops my heart for a second.Even if it is "The car has come." "Dhobi has come." I get into a frenzy until sometime reminds me that it is only the Dhobi or the car.

Poor crazy Parvathi