Scribble.Scribble.Scribble.There
was an eerie silence pertaining in the examination hall where 30 students
sat,scribbling on a piece of paper their answers which were going to determine
the future of each of them. “Last five minutes.” the invigilator announced.The
scribbling got faster.His hands ached from writing continuously for the last
three hours.He wanted to give up yet he could not.He wanted to cry for he knew
he won’t be able to score more than 70% in the boards but he just didn’t have
the time for it.He wrote and wrote till the sheet was snatched.The blow of
reality struck him hard.He sat there still in the hall while the others moved
out.70% and no admission in any good college.What would my parents say?How
would I even face them?My future is ruined.What will I do in life?I am a
loser,isn’t that what papa said.Yes I am.I could not succeed.I couldn’t score a
90%.What will the society say?They’ll taunt me for my entire life.These
thoughts haunted him all the way to his house.Standing in front of the door to
his house,instead of ringing the bell he ran upstairs to the terrace that stood
above the 20 storeyed building.
Beads of
sweat appeared on his forehead as he looked down.One step and I can escape the
shame I would be bringing to my family when the result comes.Gathering every
little drop of courage left inside him,he stepped ahead.The terrace stood alone
in the scorching summer heat.20 floors below,drowned in blood,another victim of
the merit system of education lied.
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