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Time
for results Whether you
are considered the next Einstein in the making or the biggest dunce
the class has ever seen, results can lead to the same trying consequences.
The week leading up to it (as I fully understand) drags on. Your
days on the face of this earth seem numbered. Your nights are full
of bizarre dreams which cannot be understood by the best in the
profession. Speaking to
a friend just yesterday I realized that this has got to be worse
than hell. She was awaiting the results of one examination whilst
another examination was looming ahead. Every sentence in our two-hour
long conversation ended with, "But since the results are due..." Plans for the
next few weeks were at a halt. What ceases
to amaze me is how even those who are guaranteed good results find
it difficult to go check it. It is somewhat the norm of life in
general. It's almost as though one of the clauses of living is,
"worry excessively about results." Society should
pay this debt. Close knit as we are, do we need to know, how the
other person fared. It is deemed necessary to know if your neighbour's
son or daughter or even in extreme cases if your cousin's brother-in-law
got fantastic results. But why? I
ask. Your results are your own private property. You have the right
to disperse of it as you please. It is you who have decided to go
ahead and sit a said examination. It is you and only you who has
suffered late hours and missed out on your best friend's party to
cram the night through. It seems rather selfish, but I wish on behalf
of all "results-awaiters" that Parliament will pass a
resolution against people quizzing you on your results! ACT IV - "Candidates
cannot be asked, threatened or required to write down their examination
results by anyone other than their pet dog. Doing so can only result
in the 'question-asker' serving life at the Welikada Prison with
no option of parole" (Wouldn't that be nice!) "I had
gone out with a few of my friends for ice cream," says another
unfortunate victim, "when one of them suddenly appeared and
screamed excitedly that the results were out. It was two in the
afternoon and I had no way of getting home immediately. And people
whom I'd lost touch with ages ago all started calling, wanting to
know. My imagination ran wild. What if I'd done well in one subject,
and failed my favourite subject? What if? What if?" That remains
the biggest hurdle. The "What ifs" can lead to so much
trouble. It's quite impossible for us to imagine a happy scenario,
where we've received the results that we've always wanted. That
our paths are now absolutely clutter-free. Most examining
bodies now post the results on the Internet. This actually does
little to help an already awkward scenario. On finally logging on
to the network, you are required to stare at a blank screen for
a good two hours before getting the results. As you type in your
index number and other details, your pulse reaches an absolute peak.
Your hands get all clammy, and your mind starts spinning around
in circles. But that I've been assured is quite normal. Never fear.
There are other sufferers of the same disease. We are informed
incessantly that the 'after-results-life' is much better now than
it used to be. There are so many options available. But that in
turn leads to more complex issues. What do you go for? Do you choose
accounting, marketing or computer management? Do you pack up and
leave hoping that better prospects await you away from home? However much we complain and curse, receiving results whether they be good or bad is part and parcel of living, breathing and growing up. The worst scenario would be that you've come down in all the subjects. But when you take those final steps on the face of this earth, your examination results are not likely to trail along beside you. So cheer up, and look ahead; this process is only what you make of it! |
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