Like i had told you earlier, i had just had the weirdest couple of weeks of my life... My grandmother passed away, the football club i supported lost two of the footballing world's biggest prizes and the girl of my dreams wanted to breakup for a reason i can never explain to myself. But that was not where these two weeks would get over. There was still one more day i had to get through.
23rd May 2008
This was the day my board results were scheduled to come out. The website said they would release the marksheets at 8am. Most of the people i spoke to the day before, whether online, on the phone or face to face, were a nervous wreck. This is what they spent 13 years in school for - this is what it would all come down to - one sheet of paper that could change their future.
I, on the contrary, was only really worried about passing my maths exam. I had realised a couple of weeks prior to this day that my practical marks would probably clear me in physics and chemistry but my maths was horrific (i had attempted 41 marks!!).. But i wasn't the wreck most of my friends were... i slept late the night before, wanting to play a whole night of the games on my desktop (FIFA, CS, etc etc) and so, woke up at 8.30.. A major reason behind this was my mom, who begged me to wake up and check my score so i could tell all my aunts calling up again and again my marks myself and that dad had already printed my marks (Guess who was the wreck at my place) :P
I had passed... i got a 65% overall, which was fine for me because all i needed was to clear all my exams and get at least 70 in english to apply to Raffles Design Institute (the college i had narrowed down upon), but would probably make most of my engineering aspirant friends want to kill themselves... A few calls later, i was ecstatic with not just my marks, but also cuz' i got to know that most of my friends had done well and were pretty happy.
After gulping down a portion of bread for breakfast, i freshened up and headed to CR Park (my grandma's house, where another of the post-cremation ceremonies was scheduled for the afternoon) in an auto-rickshaw with my mom. We bought sweets on the way and once we got there, i took that packet along with a couple of bags of stuff we needed for the puja and walked into the house. For about half an hour, i was congratulated by my aunts and uncles, then my cousins and in the process, got a hefty amount of money and a few gifts here and there. Then, i remembered that my friend Mansha had called me while i was outside the sweet shop and that i had told her i'd call her back when i'd get to my nani's house. I dug deep into my pocket to take my cell phone out. When i didn't, i searched the other pockets and when the phone was absent in all of them, i went on the hunt for it in all the rooms of the house, then an in-depth look into the furniture only to NOT find it. I traced my steps back to the point where i had gotten off the auto and still there was nothing. While i kept calling it from my dad's phone, all i could hear is the tring-tring of the call. Then it became not reachable, then rang again but no one was picking it up. No one switched off the phone. No one had any idea as to where it was. In all probability, i left it in the auto but thats one answer ill never be sure of. What i am sure of is that i lost my N91. It was the best phone i ever had and had stuff in it no new phone could replace. Not only were all my contacts and favourite messages in it, it had rough drafts of songs i had started to write that i hadn't written on my computer. It had photos i don't have anymore. All my music and all my playlists had gone. That phone was my survival, almost. And i LOST it. And trust me on this, i'd rather have it stolen. At least i wouldn't have to live with the guilt of just "DROPPING" it somewhere and would know some poor, yet greedy bastard had ripped it off of me! I was on a low, lower than i could ever imagine myself in.
That wasn't the end of the day. There was to be another high point in it... I called up Kelvin, the admissions officer of Raffles and told him i was in the vicinity (his office is at Nehru Place) and he asked me to reach there at 4. And so i did, with a completed form and a cheque that covered their application fees (I was supposed to have done that two days after my mom left for bombay but the death delayed it till this date). But when i did hand over all the documents to him, kelvin assured me that he had saved me a seat @ the college. That i wouldn't have to worry about waiting for an acceptance letter and that i was accepted already!
I had passed out of school and walked into college on the same day (now, without my phone but i walked thru nonetheless!). I didn't slog in class XII, i didn't stay up all day all night to study for it. I didn't even buy an IIT form. Didn't attend Brilliant Tutorials or Akaash or Narayana or any of those prep classes. I didn't try being a doctor or an engineer. And yet, at the end of the day, with just a 65% that i passed out of school with, i don't have any regrets. All i had was a smile on my face. And the transition from school to college wasn't the only reason for it, infact that was almost nullified by what was the biggure picture, the real reason. I saw my parents smile. I saw them happy, unlike the parents of kids around me, bugging their kids to walk on the safe path. My parents urged me to do what I wanted to and not have any regrets with it. I did. And they were happy. Life seemed to come full circle and i lived up to not my parents, but my own expectations and now set out to achieve my goals and ambitions!
\m/rock.in.peace\m/
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