Deja de llorar!

Half of you people must be thinking what does the title mean? Well I know Google Translator is a great way to figure it out. But I would like you to be patient and just bear with me on this for a while. You'll have it all figured out in just a moment.

So this is how the story goes. Since my last post, all my tests were over and I was sailing in the land of complete freedom. Please don't be carried away by the word complete in the previous sentence. You can never be set free when you know you have gruesome results coming your way. Let's imagine it this way. You're in a 6ft by 6ft box locked from the inside but fortunately you have the key. How easy! Isn't it? Nah...why do you think my situation would be that easy. The box is closed inside another bigger box. Now even if you open the lock, you're still trapped. That somehow describes my condition. You're free but technically you're still bound.

We had our high school (known as intermediate in India) graduation results coming up. Now it's different in India from other countries. How? I'll tell you how. It's conducted on an All-India basis. You give your examinations which are then sent to the respective centers to get evaluated. Results are then published shortly. I hope I'm making some sense laying out all this boozing explanation. Bear with me please!

So everyone around me was nervous even if they didn't accept it. Rumor mill was that this time around the evaluating staff had done a pretty stiff evaluation and weren't giving away marks. Another was that some examination copies had stagnated somewhere in between and hadn't reached the destination so as to get checked. But they were rumors. Before the result, I had been away at my grandma's place having some last moment fun. Because in the inside, my own gut was cracking! People come on it's natural! My uncle had come in from USA to visit his mom i.e. my grandma. He too is very strict in educational and academic matters. I was interviewed innumerable times a day as to what I'm gonna score which worsened my condition. After two days in Gehenna, I said to hell with it. So I came back home and Judgement Day arrived.

This is an excerpt from the vivid day May 23 2011. 

Trrrrrrrr.....! Shit! The alarm goes off! It's 6 in the morning. No way I'll wake up now. 

My body finally begs me to wake up at 11. Mum has a sore throat yelling at me to wake up from bed. Well I do the honors for the sake of my family. First thing that happens - my friend's dad calls me and asks,"Son, what did you score?". It comes as a bummer. I somehow end the conversation without any damage. 

Now it's time for me to finally see what I have scored. I open my laptop, type in my roll number with a thumping heartbeat. And here it is. All my hard work summed up in one small table. At second glance, the table is good. And by good I mean excellent. I scored 91%! Most satisfying feeling in the world. I can't get words to describe my feeling. So I silently turn the monitor towards mum and dad.

In the end, all my relatives and friends are pretty happy with what I've achieved with some frowns here and there. Between all this I exclaimed to one of my friend on the phone, "Deja de llorar! It'll be fine". Yes you are correct. Stop crying!

That's all for now. Do put in your views below. And again thanks for giving my blog a moment. Love you all.

This is Twoccer signing off!

Adios :P