After Tenth

Chapter 1

Trrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg...... And the bell rang as the invigilators collected papers from the students . It was the last exam . Tenth standard boards , a big deal. Life 's first board exam. And trust me this experience really counts . But more than your experience counts your CGPA .CGPA stands for Cumulative Grade Point Average . But this average can really , really change your life .

Moments later ...
Ting tong ... Oh hi beta , how was your exam ?
It was fine ma . Let's see how many eggs I boil this time . Oh cmon Shanaya , I know you are going to bring a hundred this time too! Too much ma !!!
Anyways let me sleep for now .

They say , sleep is the best medicine , for anything and everything . Be it depression, anxiety, jet lag ,fever, body ache, anything . Well but who knows the mysteries and dark secrets of this wonder sleep. Sleeping was my hobby , trust me on that . I am ready to sleep all the time . But somehow I just couldnt sleep this afternoon. It was not my fault but my sister Siona's who announced in the colony that since my tenth standard got over , all kids having doubts in Science ,Maths and English could come to me , at any time of the day , without any hesitation. People say I am down to earth , I am sweet and polite , and I agree to that , but this was too much .
When i was a child , okay I was in seventh grade then, I had wished to become a teacher . Okay not that I was concerned about giving back my all to the society for it 's welfare and stuff , I used to think that the job was easy . All you had to do was shout at the kids to make them quiet , teach them alphabets ,counting ,and then at times resolve their petty matters like breaking crayons ,stealing sharpeners , breaking pencils etc. I mean , I know most of you will find this job irritating , but still there was something about it .

And now , coming back to the reality, trust me.i hate that job more than ever ,than anything else . What do you get for it ? A low pay , cranky and moody children, who dont know how to behave themselves , and extra ambitious parents , who just want their children to be IITians right from their first standard. Like you ask the kid , what he wants to do after he grows up, and the kid is like " I want to go to IIT . I want to be an engineer ." And I'll be like do you know what engineers do ?? And the kid replies " They make engines. They make houses, they are.like Bob the builder." .
And then the kids who wanted to be doctors were even.worse .  If you ask them why you they want to be doctors their reason is - I wanna give injections to those people who have been naughty. Wow !!! Lovely !!!

In that case , half of.the.population in India would be murdered by doctors plotting their revenge all round the clock.

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It was evening. And i was staring out of the window. What was i doing ? Nothing, just observing people. Indeed, these 2 years at high school had already robbed me of my hobby of observing people. I don't know, but I  found myself  instantly hooked up with my long lost hobby. I saw children running on the streets,like they don 't care , dogs barking on the streets , women chatting . a boy selling tea. Anybody would be bored staring at these random happenings , but i just don 't know why , I liked it. People with patience are said to be good observers. Okay ! I was a good observer . But I was not sure about my patience. A girl who didn't like wearing sneakers  because one had to tie laces , had patience to observe random people on the road for hours but didn't have the patience to tie her laces ??? Well my mother said it was out of my laziness and my homesick nature that I was not going out of the house even after my boards , and was trying to assure myself that I was  a good  observer .