I was thrown out for a semester. From my college. From my hostel. Loitering around here and there. The reason? One of its kind. Exemplary . I shud have written about that too. My 3rd semester in college. A bestseller in itself for sure. Once Neelakshi said, “ We all roam around with Bestsellers in our mind…” Very very true indeed. In fact this present semester has been amazing too . I m sure some people concerned will agree. J There’s something in every semester dekha jaaye to. All one requires is patience to jot it down on paper. (P.S : Priyesh Ranjan, U did it mate. Get a copy of “That’s My Life Baby” from any book store. Its definitely worth reading.)
Now then. I stayed back after my 4th semester to appear in the short semester arranged by our college for us, the legendarily lucky students. 4 units at max. decided to go for all sessionals . Sissy’s wedding u see. Screwing ourselves in the heat here. Bad mess food. Substitute for it : Amazingly Acidity-Erupting (yeah, that’s the word which suits the best I reckon) food of the dhabas around. And monotonoCT at its peak. Building Construction (Henceforth referred to as BC) was one of the subjects. Worked the hardest for it. Here I would definitely like to mention that it was not a cakewalk for us and teachers were in no mood of relaxation. And trust me wen I say that did help eventually. J So, worked hard for BC. Simply copying the sheets wont do. Tracing to bhool hi jaao. Then there were other subjects too. Finally I went for BC to be finished first. Gave a deadline to myself and proudly abided to it… Sir happy….. Good Marks… Me happy. And moreover I was satisfied as the sheets were nice indeed. And I did learn some basics. Then its like semester over. I left for home. Happy times and all. Returned back next sem. Classes on. Days passing. ZONASA period. Tough times. And my friends used to taunt me time and again about me being a complete “LOADU” , structurally speaking, “ A Load Bearing Structure.” It was during that time wen I came closer to many people. Specially my senior batch and of course juniors too. ( Oh Yes…I can see people sporting bright smiles on their faces.) and then came the results of the short sem. BC : Grade C. Yeah….Exam department… U did it again. This is wat u r best at. Anger, disbelief and pity shot up. I accept.. a drop or two rolled down. Told this to subject teacher concerned. He assured very obviously that he had given me an A+. And confirmed that I can go for a scrutiny. Exam department : u win again. 100 rupaye mere taraf se bhi chanda jugaad liya tumne. U bunch of illiterate misfits!!!!!! And from many more. That’s the fee for it. U score some marks. Either u messed it up thinking ki u did good after messing it up or in other case exam departments takes the responsibility for that. Says “ Main Hoon Naa……”
Kept checking for it. The Scrutinized results. Kyun nikaale bhala. The retards cant manage a simple MID-SEM results on time fir to iska to sawaal hi paida nahi hota.
Results of MID-SEM were on display one day before END-SEM exams started. Why on earth did they do that!!! Helped our anxiety levels indeed. Don’t know how they come up with such tremendous ideas. God Bless their children. END-SEMS ended on 27th.
Today, 30th November, right??? The scrutinized results are declared. I search against my name. Verdict : No Change in Result. Shock, anger ….Anger to its highest degree. No more disbelief this time. This is wat we can expect from these ……. (I cant find a word now… Honestly) . Called the subject teacher again. He did show his disbelief this time and said he has unfortunately got “NO RECORD” of wat he submitted. But he did spray his words of sympathy all over me. “I know its not ur fault and u r suffering. May be the exam department doesn’t want to accept their mistake” and all… Asked me to meet him tomorrow in the second half. Now….Who will cool me down. Thankfully , I myself am a good radiator. And over the period I have learnt it very well that anger is not the solution to anything. On the contrary it will for sure lead u…bilkul aaraam se…haath pakad ke… to such a state…were if u have some sense left… U will repent… Else u will get angry again and screw urself again…further down…. Like a Earth Scraper . (Plz refer Chicago School of Architecture…Louis Sullivan… Dankmer Adler… Sky Scrapers.)
Still, I call my Dad. Narrate him the entire story. And also that wat I am going to do next. In the short sem, Wen I suffered, Dad suffered more than me. Both mentally and one which he never ever says or even mentions , financially. Asked him for feedback.. Wat to do finally and upto wat extent…. That’s very important… I must not break the thin line between “Taking My Stand” and “Shaking their stand” which stands on their “Ego”…. They are the Boss…. They ultimately make the results.
Dad is a Scared Man. He is the Dad of a Son who has suffered a loss of 1 and a half yrs( Including the NDA crap). Worried for his child. “Enough of it. No more sufferings for my child. And no more wastage of another period of time. Whatever it may be. And its his career.” I disagree in my mind… Why not fight till either wo toot jaaye or main toot jaaoon???? I suggest that why should I not complain to the Vice-Chancellor or any other competent authority if I am not satisfied with the steps taken…after I again go to the Exam Department and in case it is not solved… which is again very much expected from them… Dad shouts in fear. “ I can see u landing in another big trouble a month from now. Even if they have made a mistake and now that they have repeated it, They wont accept their fault. There is no provision for transparency or showing ur marks sheet. Or any record for that matter. As a result wat will happen is u will blacklisted again. And that will carry on.”
4 more semesters to stay here. And he reminds me… I Am On Severe Warning…. Hehe…lol… Not so funny though. J Moreover , I can visualize panic on my dads’ face. And I cant see that anymore. This proves of experience. That he is indeed my DAD. And he is much more wiser than I am. He has seen a lot more of the world and understands it well that in some cases… U don’t have an option. “Beggers are not choosers.” I wont have been one if I hadn’t had a bit of rough background. I cant cross the limits…For my Dad….
In the Words of Albus Dumbledore ( Refer Harry Potter Series) , “ For the greater good” ….. Dad talked about that for me…and Of course …I am thinking the same way for Dad.
Well, Wat I can do now is wait for tomorrow to meet the teacher concerned and to re-enquire humbly….errr….most humbly in the Exam Department…where a whole lot of I-Don’t-Know-Wat-type of people are sitting...doing absolutely extraordinary stuffs….
