Of yore and my history paper.

 I got up in the middle of the night, wiping my sweat. The AC was on, yet, I was sweltering. These dreams, many a times, haunt me. Do you keep dreaming of exams even at this age?

I had forgotten my pen for my Hindi paper for my boards, once again.....well, in my dreams. Hasn't ever happened with me in reality, never.

(TMI - I had stood first in Hindi during my 10th boards in school, though!).


This dream always takes me back to my history......Yes! Days of yore, my school days and my history paper.

This was when I was in grade 3, during my mid-term exams. The question papers were cyclostyle copies and not printed like these days. I solved the front side of the paper and missed the P.T.O part.



Confidently, completing the paper, way before the time, I was happy to have attempted everything and was assertive of scoring a perfect score.



As is the habit of species called 'girls', after the exam it's like a ritual to discuss the paper and we did the same. As nonplussed as I could get, the shocking truth was reveled that there was another side to the question paper.



I went home crying for the first time after my exams. I told my mom the whole story and the reason behind my tears which she was wiping with her pallu (end of her saree). She comforted and hushed me.



Well, now the dreaded day of result was here. Me, who always stood in first fives, in the class, was ranked 22nd suddenly. History teacher called me and asked why did I make such a haste to hand in the answer sheet. I really had no answer, how could I tell her the silly excuse that I had skipped the P.T.O?



While returning home, parents of my friends and all the acquaintances I met on the way, were asking me about the result. And I was feeling awful to share my rank, singularly. I could've dug the ground and hid me somewhere deep.



My mom and dad, on the other hand, didn't scold me, neither did they bombard me with 'You shouldn't haves'. They were sure, their daughter could do better and that was a sigh of relief.



But I decided then and there, that I will study harder for the finals. And I did it! I scored a whooping 98%, standing second in the class, not forgetting to attempt any question.





And with the pride I shared my result to everyone I met, was literally vision-to-reality sort of a thing.



History is not a burden on the memory, but an illumination of soul~ Lord Acton.


I was merely 8 years old when I was so determined and made things happen. So why is that I have thousands of ifs and buts now, when I am aged and matured, grown-up literally?


There's a lot to learn from your own past, I suppose.


History doesn't change the past, but likely it changes the future ~ Mohdmustafa.


Well I hope it holds good for all of us!


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