Someone please tell me who invented them. I want to touch their feet
Stand up. Don’t think, just stand up. Walk up to the nearest mirror. Look at the face that stares back at you. Does it seem like that of a dimwit moron? No? Then, why does life treat you like one, yaar? Note: All the lazy ones who have now sat down in the washroom to continue reading the paper among, err… other activities, have lost the right to answer this question.
Competition, they say, is one of the foundations on which human race thrives. We need to compete with each other to bring out the best in us, and grow in life. Fair enough. But that sounds like a good, happy reason, while the manifestation of competition in our lives is such that it brings bucketloads of stress and tension from an early age. Ab mujhe hi dekh lo. At such a young age (ha!), I’ve been buried under this stress that my column constantly needs to compete with others. And to prove its worth, it has to focus on — no, not what I want to write about— but topical issues, like board exams, and that too in a ‘positive’ light. Arrey bhaad mein gaye board exams. They used to give me grief several years back, and they are giving me grief even now.Just remembering that my brief is to talk about things in a positive light, I must add that despite the minor irritants of depression, nervous breakdown etc, board exams are indeed a great way to judge our capabilities in life. So much so that human race may just cease to evolve and grow if we didn’t have them.
In fact, I demand that we have board exams every five years in our lives, till we turn 65, after which they could be held every two years, because, you know, life expectancy etc. Why should the pleasure of this life changing concept be restricted to the 17-year-old brats who don’t even value its worth and insult its inherent goodness by endlessly calling helplines to seek psychological counselling. Morons. Here, let me give you psychological counselling.
1 Do this. Go up to three people you admire in life and ask…. Oye, I don’t mean ‘admire’ in that sense, you idiot. It’s not the Valentine’s Day column, we are talking serious stuff here. You actually deserve to give boards every year. Okay, coming back to the point I was trying to make. Go up to three people you admire and idolise. Could be your parents. Should be your parents.
Ask them to rattle off the subject-wise marks they got in their board exams. They wouldn’t know. Some of them may boast of an aggregate percentage etc, in which case you have my sympathies. This is just to tell you a simple fact. You are spending sleepless nights bothering about something you won’t even remember ten years down the line. To become a person in life that someone would admire, idolise and might want to ­emulate — you don’t necessarily need a mark sheet with A1 ­written in the column on the right. You just need to be good at who you are. Yes, that A1 helps when it comes to admissions etc and I’m not denying its importance. I’m just denying its status as sole criterion to judge your worth in life. Itna toh banta hai.
2 Stop making a monster out of a simple thing: You have been put through examinations ever since you took admission in school and still used to pee in your pants. So what’s so big and bothersome about board exams? It’s just that the question paper has been set centrally and that you have to go to a school other than yours to take them. Achha hai. In your own school, your reputation precedes you.
So even if you’ve been behaving the way readers of my column are known to behave in public life, the invigilator at the examination center won’t know and would treat you with respect. Isn’t that great? And as far as the question paper is concerned, the fact that it’s meant for a wide range of students with varying ­intelligence levels actually makes it comparatively easier to tackle, as compared to the one being set by a teacher who knows the strengths and weaknesses of the class she’s taught through the year. Think positive.
3 Promise me — whether you are taking board exams or are 58 years old — that you’ll see forward in life and not crib about whatever’s already done and over with. Which means that I strictly forbid you from minutely ­dissecting the question paper once you’ve given that exam… and trying to compare how you’ve done vis-a-vis that drama queen in the class who has a crush on the same guy as you.
You know, when God was making the human body, everything was decided after a lot of thought. There’s a reason why we have eyes and hands in the front, and they can’t revolve 180 degrees to turn backwards. Because God always intended us to look ahead. So the physics paper sucked? Well, for once, physics is now history! What’s done is done.
Deal with the devils when they confront you, not the ones that reside in your imagination. Based on the marks you ultimately get, sit in peace and figure out options for your future course of action. Trust me, there are plenty of them, for all kinds of results.
Finally, an ode to the creators of the board exams.
Sir, ma’am — you’ve been great thinkers. We wouldn’t have ­figured out a way to evolve, had you not come up with this ­beautiful, well-justified, ­thoroughly proper system of judging what course a 17-year-old’s life should take. It’s vital to channelise them in this age itself. They wouldn’t have known what to pursue in life, and would have wasted time trying out new things. At least these marks don’t leave them with much choice, hence avoiding confusion. And of course, competition thrives a society. So in order to identify the stronger ones among us, it’s important that those who are weak at grasping the nuances of certain subjects be handed over a documented proof that they are losers. They should take it in their stride. And surely, you’ve ensured that there are enough help lines for psychological ­guidance. Please, do consider my suggestion that we all keep ­taking board exams through our lives. It’ll be healthy. A humble thank you from me and the 17-year olds. Sincerely.
Sonal Kalra is fondly remembering her board exam days. Mom would make coffee all night, dad would cancel official tours. The whole family was united in tension.
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