To Flunk or To Flunk not- Blog-a-ton 6
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“30 minutes more. Quick get your act together” the invigilator shouted as our Protagonist was in Trans, thinking. Within 30 minutes, whatever college life has left in him will dry like dew facing the sun.
Let me tell you about our protagonist, Hari. He is a guy with all the bad luck loaded on his side. He was born on 31-12-1987 at 11.59 pm, missing the leap year by a whisker.
“Mr. Madan you have a son” said the nurse.
“I should go to Tirupathi, Thanks nurse”, Madan thanked her and started praying.
The next minute his Mother dies and his dad’s Tirupathi trip was now to mortuary. He was absolutely pathetic when it came to academics; flunked 2 years in school; always a menace to his father. Current Status- 3 arrears to clear and that’s an achievement. Well that’s all you need know about him.
Now Let us turn the clock and go back to a Day before the exam.
“Hey worthless, are you planning to flunk this time too” Madan asked to his son.
“No, dad! Look, I am trying my best”
“I almost went to Tirupathi because you were born, dont make me to go to …….”
“Cut it out dad, I’m leaving”
“Hey where are you going? Let me complete. I want to see you pass before going to my casket” He shouted and mumbled “Lord Balaji! Why me?” and switched on the TV.
It was 3 days to go before the last exam. Madan, Hari’s father, really wanted him to get through this badly. He had flunked almost 2 times in a row. Madan wore his shoes and went straight to the university where his son studied.
He went to the peon “shhh hey Ramu where is the IT (Income Tax) Paper”
“Sir, Rs 2000 give me, question paper home take” said the peon in his broken English
“You question paper give, me money give. Shit! You gimme the question paper first” said Madan as he was immersed in peon’s accent.
Two Notes which read “One thousand Rupees” and with Gandhiji smiling on it exchanged with the IT paper and Madan hurriedly hogged on to his bike and went to his home.
“Yes, what do you want?”
“Here take these are important questions, a friend of mine’s son gave it ”
Hari gazed his father and the paper one after the other and said, “Thanks, dad”
Madan was happy his son didn't know they were the most important questions as it were the questions that would appear the day after
Now let us time travel and enter the present……
“That’s it Mr. Hari your done” The invigilator said and snatched the answer paper from and Hari. Hari went out the hall.
Back home Madan was eagerly awaiting his son, only a band and a horse was missing. Hari returned home and seeing his face Madan had creases on his forehead.
“Hari, what happened?”
“Dad that was not the model paper”
“Then. (Ramu you are finished)”
“It was the question paper”
“Oh really (You are saved Ramu)”
“But dad, i didn't write the exam properly because it wouldn’t be fair. Many people would have prepared hard for this exam and I want to do it the right way”
Tears slipped out of Madan’s eyes and he hugged Hari , “For all the time you have lived, this made me proudest, my son” and mumbled “ Oh shit I would have been even prouder if you got more at least time”
“Now Shall we go to Tirupathi and celebrate your coming of age”
“Dad, chuck Lord Balaji lets go to Hotel Balaji Bhavan and have something, I am starving”.
You know what really happened, the sucker Hari lost the papers somewhere and only had a glance if it. What a nice way escape with some emotional crap? As Father, like son. Probability is just a way to make you believe you’ve got a chance. Some people never change and some people are destined to something, the bright part is; it is written with a pencil as the picture denotes and you can rewrite your destiny if you have the guts.