Sunday Musings.

I was enjoying my lunch with music when my friend decided to break the news to me. I was shocked to say the least. It was unbelievable. I refused to believe it and told her off. I then frantically checked all media platforms only to get disappointed.

“CBSE CANCELS CLASS X BOARD EXAMS”

“BOARDS CANCELLED, STUDENTS CELEBRATE”

How?

How was I supposed to celebrate?

What was I supposed to celebrate?

Celebrate the fact that all my efforts just went down the drain? Celebrate the fact my 10th didn’t even get the closure it deserved?

Not all signed the petition. Heck, some didn’t even open it. They said that they were doing us, students, a favour. It was no favour to us. Many students cheated throughout the year and now they will pass with flying colours. They’ll get what they’re not worthy of. They are happy that they can be at par with the best for once.

‘Tring… tringg…’, rang my phone. It was from a relative.

Huh. It was the seventh call in a day. Suddenly it seemed that they were all very concerned. Concerned as to why I won’t give the exams and still pass.

I picked the phone. It was my aunt. “Congratulations! You passed your 10th without giving any exams.” She said.

It was the same old talk with the same attitude, that mockery visible in her voice. I felt offended; suddenly it appeared to be my fault. I listened and slightly argued that there was nothing to be congratulated about. But I understood that no matter how much I put forward my intention of appearing for Boards, they all seemed futile. I did not cancel the exams. Then why were they blaming me? Had I not let go of my sleep and pulled numerous all-nighters? Had I not worked hard only to be disappointed?

They don’t know how bad it feels when you prepare to give it your best but you’re never even given the chance to prove that. It feels terrible.

I put the phone down with a sigh. I was tired, tired of all this drama. My eyes then went over to the pile of books I had in my study, the books that won’t be used from now on.

I made an effort to stand up. I grabbed the books and put them in my cupboard. I closed the cupboard’s doors and with that, I tried shutting my disappointment & unfulfilled dreams, my years of hard work & desire to appear for Boards & the vindication of my stand. It was the end.

Daria Khan