THE MTU RESULT

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I have an empty sheet of Microsoft word in front of me. Surely I wish to write something, that’s why I am here in front of the most admired software for writing purposes. But words seem to get attached in my mind and are reluctant to coming out to develop a thought. I have already deleted this above text almost ten times and again used ctrl+z confirming a serious lack of new brainwaves.

Finally I decide to write on very current occurrence. THE MTU RESULT.

That was just a normal day for me till 5:30. Sun was going down to the lap of horizon. I was enjoying the evening with one of the typical classic novel “The winner stands alone” by Poelho choelo. That was a valentine season so as they say love was in the air. But not alone love; there was lot of tittle-tattle of result being out accompanying the love filled air. And we all knew that at the end of the love-result season post result effect will overrule. So valentine season was on the verge of being ruined (exception is ‘The toppers’. magnetism increases for them with the result).

I got a call from the most active person of the class. I guess he will be prized for winning the secrete contest-“WHO WILL SEE THE RESULT FIRST”. And in so hurry he conveyed the message to me. So mathematically I was the runner-up of the contest neglecting a few probabilities of seeing the result before me. No sooner did the massage fall in my ear my legs rushes to the computer. Opened the site, entered my roll number and my father’s name, and a formality to check I am not a robot. I could sense my heartbeat. It was all there in front of me, i circulated my eyes over the entire page to find the “three digit number”. It was at corner of the page and it displayed “only” say x. I guess the word ‘only’ is sufficiently explanatory for the following numeral. As soon as I saw the result few biological changes began to occur in my body:  adrenaline began to flow at faster rate, my inner got all wet by sweat, heartbeat was low but intensity was increasing and now I could have felt them better. I checked the name twice willing to see a different name but I got only disappointment. 

I came out from the room. Sun had completely dropped; Birds had gone to their nests and there was complete darkness.

I was already terrified by the thought of facing the class next day. The horror increased when I got to know the following percentages of my classmates 75, 78, 83, 74, 72, 77. And adding to that, the average % of class had hit the 73. One thing was clear by that I had to prepare my face expression for next day.

“This semester I really worked hard, made some self-notes, attended the classes properly. Still I got this. I don’t deserve this.”

“No you were not regular, your internals were not good, you hardly attended few quizzes, your presentation was not clear in your externals copies.”

I was stupidly arguing with myself. Knowing that this won’t change what had happened.

Whatever has happened has gone. I have two options from here: a) let it go and become dejected and discouraged or B) show them what you are and what you can be. It’s time to prove yourself. Because as the say: transformation always occurs during the moment of crises.