The Result out day.
2nd December 2006.
Today the morning was not as usual as it used to be everyday. I woke up early, had a shower attired myself in nice monotonous school uniform, put on my tie, combed my hair (all usual mundane stuff on a mortally unusual day!) and got almost ready for breakfast.
Today was the day of parents meeting at my school. The reason for my dreaded behaviour were my marks which I managed to score in two core subjects (and which were obviously low!). My class teacher Miss Alka Kumari clearly announced in the class a week ago that the "Low marks"(suckers) oops scorers!! Are supposed to bring their parents to school for an "in depth discussion" on how to enhance performance of these fools just 2 months before the boards.
Till date I was unable to gather enough courage to inform my dad about this "In depth discussion" (to kick my ass of course!) but somehow at breakfast table I broke the silence. Dad, today there's a Parent-Teacher meeting being held at our school at sharp 10 O clock. Oh! now what happened again you failed or what?? Dad reciprocated with firing a missile (my first missile of the day) No no its just a casual meeting for all those students who are going to appear for board this year. Dad replied with a serious "hmmmm" taking dad's serious expression as breakfast I packed my bag and headed for my destination, my school.
7:45 am was the time as I reached my class. Today was the day when all top scorers and low scorers made their separate groups (United top scorers stand & divided low scores fall.!) I with all my friends sat on last row (no matter where you stay embarrassment will find you anyway!).
Miss Alka Kumari again shouted in the class to make her obvious and unwanted presence felt "Please maintain silence", Today is parents meeting and the students who are flunking in any of the subject will have to take there parents to principal". "Thank god!" I exclaimed in my heart I managed to somehow pass in all subjects (thank god for relative misery.!).
Following 2 hours passed like two moments and the time arrived when I got ready to save my ass. Parents started flocking in the class labelled 12th A 'Ashish' Our class teacher pronounced the name with a composite sense of happiness and pride that was clearly audible in her voice. Ashish was the "All time top scorer" of our class scoring below 90 in Theory papers and below 98 in practicals was a humiliating act for him, his bullet proof round pair of specs proved the same. I guess Ashish's dad was the happiest creature in the universe his half inch inflated chest proved the same either.
As more and more parent started arriving for the meeting Miss Alka found it really difficult to manage the excited crowd (she deserved that for sure!). Protocol was that every student and their respective parents visited class teacher's table roll number wise and analysed score sheets form every possible angles and gestures. Miss Alka poured everything from her side to dread parents and their chickens (I guess her face is alien enough to scare even The Hitler!). Roll numbers of me and my friends as our performance and bench we sat on were last. While scanning through the "Fish market" alike class my spectacled eyes came across a recognized persona. "Damn he was my Dad..!" (how stupid I was to call him) any ways now he is here I lost my last hope of being saved from the Nuclear attack. I thought in my heart as Dad gestured me to come.
I somehow made my way from the crowd and reached for my dad. I have an urgent meeting to attend at 10:30 so request your teacher to show your marks right now my dad instructively informed me, Its OK dad you can visit tomorrow its just a casual meeting not a compulsory one, I reciprocated to fool my Dad while trying to maintain the highest possible level of confident posture his facial expressions showed some suspicion (Few Drops of fresh sweat on my eyebrows made me look Fishy I guess).
Miss Alka saw Father-Son conversation and interrupted uselessly, what happened sir? Nothing ma'am you carry on. I responded to tame her curiosity. My father disrupted me and requested her to show my marks and teacher no doubt agreed!! There was I standing like a duffer moron on the verge of getting abased if not thrashed. 1 million thoughts per minute started coming to my mind all starting with "What if..?"
Parents-Teacher conversation started with "Okay Mr. Dubey, He is quite good at his theory papers but his Practicals are terrible only 50 and 57 out of 100 in Accounts and Statistics respectively she said glancing through my yellow score card and handed it to my dad. Serious expressions on my dad's face became more serious and then even more serious. He was reading my score card and I was reading his facial contraction and expansion..! I was standing on his left side because he is a righty (precautionary measure in case I got a privilege to get a thrashing in front of whole class!!). My father scanned marks of each and every subject and finally turned to me and without telling anything gave me my score card I accepted the card my head facing the earth's crust and he again turned back to teacher 'Yes madam' I know he didn't score well in his practicals and has a lot of scope for improvement but I am sure he will improve and manage to score well, he is hardworking and will study hard to get through these subjects with good marks. The earth for me stopped at that moment a Tsunami of emotions flooded my inner self, it felt like tears will flood my eyes but I somehow managed not to cry . An acute feeling of shame surrounded me feeling sorry for myself what a poor idiot, I am?, I cursed myself I Just managed to say "Sorry Dad" from my gulping throat Dad smiled and responded "Its OK beta, but do work hard boards are near" I responded positively . Miss Alka also looked at me and smiled in a mysterious way and added "Yes he has enough potential, follow your dad's advice." and she got busy in depressing other students.
Parents meeting ended for me with some significant learnings which are as follows:
Today the morning was not as usual as it used to be everyday. I woke up early, had a shower attired myself in nice monotonous school uniform, put on my tie, combed my hair (all usual mundane stuff on a mortally unusual day!) and got almost ready for breakfast.
Today was the day of parents meeting at my school. The reason for my dreaded behaviour were my marks which I managed to score in two core subjects (and which were obviously low!). My class teacher Miss Alka Kumari clearly announced in the class a week ago that the "Low marks"(suckers) oops scorers!! Are supposed to bring their parents to school for an "in depth discussion" on how to enhance performance of these fools just 2 months before the boards.
Till date I was unable to gather enough courage to inform my dad about this "In depth discussion" (to kick my ass of course!) but somehow at breakfast table I broke the silence. Dad, today there's a Parent-Teacher meeting being held at our school at sharp 10 O clock. Oh! now what happened again you failed or what?? Dad reciprocated with firing a missile (my first missile of the day) No no its just a casual meeting for all those students who are going to appear for board this year. Dad replied with a serious "hmmmm" taking dad's serious expression as breakfast I packed my bag and headed for my destination, my school.
7:45 am was the time as I reached my class. Today was the day when all top scorers and low scorers made their separate groups (United top scorers stand & divided low scores fall.!) I with all my friends sat on last row (no matter where you stay embarrassment will find you anyway!).
Miss Alka Kumari again shouted in the class to make her obvious and unwanted presence felt "Please maintain silence", Today is parents meeting and the students who are flunking in any of the subject will have to take there parents to principal". "Thank god!" I exclaimed in my heart I managed to somehow pass in all subjects (thank god for relative misery.!).
Following 2 hours passed like two moments and the time arrived when I got ready to save my ass. Parents started flocking in the class labelled 12th A 'Ashish' Our class teacher pronounced the name with a composite sense of happiness and pride that was clearly audible in her voice. Ashish was the "All time top scorer" of our class scoring below 90 in Theory papers and below 98 in practicals was a humiliating act for him, his bullet proof round pair of specs proved the same. I guess Ashish's dad was the happiest creature in the universe his half inch inflated chest proved the same either.
As more and more parent started arriving for the meeting Miss Alka found it really difficult to manage the excited crowd (she deserved that for sure!). Protocol was that every student and their respective parents visited class teacher's table roll number wise and analysed score sheets form every possible angles and gestures. Miss Alka poured everything from her side to dread parents and their chickens (I guess her face is alien enough to scare even The Hitler!). Roll numbers of me and my friends as our performance and bench we sat on were last. While scanning through the "Fish market" alike class my spectacled eyes came across a recognized persona. "Damn he was my Dad..!" (how stupid I was to call him) any ways now he is here I lost my last hope of being saved from the Nuclear attack. I thought in my heart as Dad gestured me to come.
I somehow made my way from the crowd and reached for my dad. I have an urgent meeting to attend at 10:30 so request your teacher to show your marks right now my dad instructively informed me, Its OK dad you can visit tomorrow its just a casual meeting not a compulsory one, I reciprocated to fool my Dad while trying to maintain the highest possible level of confident posture his facial expressions showed some suspicion (Few Drops of fresh sweat on my eyebrows made me look Fishy I guess).
Miss Alka saw Father-Son conversation and interrupted uselessly, what happened sir? Nothing ma'am you carry on. I responded to tame her curiosity. My father disrupted me and requested her to show my marks and teacher no doubt agreed!! There was I standing like a duffer moron on the verge of getting abased if not thrashed. 1 million thoughts per minute started coming to my mind all starting with "What if..?"
Parents-Teacher conversation started with "Okay Mr. Dubey, He is quite good at his theory papers but his Practicals are terrible only 50 and 57 out of 100 in Accounts and Statistics respectively she said glancing through my yellow score card and handed it to my dad. Serious expressions on my dad's face became more serious and then even more serious. He was reading my score card and I was reading his facial contraction and expansion..! I was standing on his left side because he is a righty (precautionary measure in case I got a privilege to get a thrashing in front of whole class!!). My father scanned marks of each and every subject and finally turned to me and without telling anything gave me my score card I accepted the card my head facing the earth's crust and he again turned back to teacher 'Yes madam' I know he didn't score well in his practicals and has a lot of scope for improvement but I am sure he will improve and manage to score well, he is hardworking and will study hard to get through these subjects with good marks. The earth for me stopped at that moment a Tsunami of emotions flooded my inner self, it felt like tears will flood my eyes but I somehow managed not to cry . An acute feeling of shame surrounded me feeling sorry for myself what a poor idiot, I am?, I cursed myself I Just managed to say "Sorry Dad" from my gulping throat Dad smiled and responded "Its OK beta, but do work hard boards are near" I responded positively . Miss Alka also looked at me and smiled in a mysterious way and added "Yes he has enough potential, follow your dad's advice." and she got busy in depressing other students.
Parents meeting ended for me with some significant learnings which are as follows:
- Parents are god in disguise.
- Teachers are the ones who show you who the god is and make us learn some important lessons in our life never ever try to misunderstand them.
- Game doesn't gets over at scoring low because sometimes scoring low also teaches you many things as in my case (I am sure topper of our class didn't met which such an eye opening experience as me..!!).
- Always prefer to take your mother for parent-teacher meeting because there is at least a surety that she will surely not thrash you in public..!
Though I didn't managed to get a fancy score card in 12th boards but though I scored 80 and 85 in Accounts and Statistics more than my theory papers..!!
Many a times not your confidence but the confidence of your loved ones upon you does wonders as it provides an immense motivation to us and makes us thrive for the best..!
dude superb,, n very true u have written,,, one should always take our parents in the metting...n also its a motivational blog... keep it up....n very motivational blog,,keep it up...
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