Dorm Days

10

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The clock ticked ominously towards the hour of doom, a palpable tension filled the air in Class X B . The students, like a group of nervous chihuahuas at a dog park, fidgeted in their seats, glancing anxiously at the door as if it might magically seal off their fates.

Mrs. Preeti kumari, their well meaning but terrifying math teacher, strode in with a stack of paper that could cause a small landslide. "Good morning ma'am" They chirped, "Bhaad mai gaya good morning.. Paper mai kuch nahi hai tum logon ka, faltu ke baatein karne bolo, aajayenge sab. Kya likha hai tum logon ne??" That was it, The room fell silent, eyes widening like saucers. She banged the papers on the desk with a thud. She was hurt, they knew.

(The hell with your good morning.. There is nothing in the paper, if asked to talk nonsense, everyone is ready. What have you guys written??)

"Tum logon ko samaj maj nahi aaraha hai, bolo muh khol ke!! Hazaar baar samjaungi.. Aur maths samajne par nahi aayega, Practice karna padta hai" She mumbled and picked up the first paper and the class went mum as if they were about to witness the crowning of a new miss india.

(If you people are not able to understand, speak openly!! I will explain it a thousand times.. And maths is not just about understanding, you have to practice)

"Roll no. 1.. 2.."

Maher had already envisioned herself on a street, wearing tattered clothes and holding a bowl, in case her parents disowned her one day due to her struggle with math. Although it was merely a unit exam, it would still be considered as part of the internal assessments.

Kashvi, who scored 33, sat as if her world had crumbled. By this time, her dejected expression had frightened Maher, when her number was called, she nervously approached to collect her paper. As she took her answer sheet, she giggled.

"What? twenty one out of fourty is funny now?" The teacher frowned.

Maher simply covered her mouth with her palm and walked back. Atleast she got +1 from half, unlike Heer, who scored exact twenty.

"Iss baar jo bhi hua, chhor do.. Aur next exams mai achhe karo yaar. I can't stand in favor of you everytime in principal cabin"
The math teacher who was frustrated now, exclaimed. Her tone weary as she collected back all the papers and went out not before giving an insisting look.

(Whatever has happened, happened.. And do well in the next exams)

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"Kashviiii uth jaa yaar.. It's not okay I know, but kab tak depressed rahegi..?"

(Wake up babe.. It's not okay I know, but how long will you stay depressed)

"Bass.. Bohot hogaya, uthh" Dia pulled Kashvi's arm making her groan in annoyance.
(It's enough.. Wake up now)

"Abhi jaake iyra ko kidnap karenge aur ek letter bhejenge, 'bachhi chahiye toh marks de'" Kashvi's lips curled into a smile as she tried to contain her laughter. She adored children, and without a doubt, she cherished Iyra as well. Iyra was so small that the mere idea of kidnapping her for marks seemed utterly absurd.

(Let's go now and kidnap iyra and send a letter, 'if you want your kid back give us marks')

As she sat on her bed, hugging her knees and watched her friends share ideas about how their teacher would react to her kid's abduction, she realised that it's the weight of expectations, and the fear of failure that has made her like this.
She now wanted to trust her ability to adapt, keep an open heart and mind, and she knew that the path she's walking has much more to offer than just grades.