Distance is never at fault when a friendship fades away. Just look at us, we might live in the different corners of the world (though it doesn’t have any corners) we still are unified by a strong bond because we share with each other the most valuable possession we have, Time!
We talk to each other, we comment on each other’s post, some of them even spoil other’s comments section (just like me) and some of them are just like those envelopes that never want to disclose what lies within. Well, whatever we are in our real life, a closed envelope, or a floating bubble ready to burst whenever it meets someone, we all are friends here. May it be the friends who talk less and are limited to ‘You wrote amazing – Oh, thank you so much!’, may it be the friends whose comments on a post reach above 200+, just remember – You better be in touch guys, you can’t even guess how much your existence in someone’s life matters. You might say ‘Losing a virtual friend, well that’s not a big deal’ But when you wake up, and a comment shows up on your post with all those good day wishes and compliments, you just can’t help smiling wondering that those ‘virtual friends’ have actually become the part of your ‘real life’
You must be thinking that ‘Oh man, why is he being so emotional about friendships’ Chill, I just couldn’t guess how to begin this post, and I wrote all that. Just kidding, I really mean it. Some of you guys have literally become the part of my world! (well you were already part of Earth, lol)
Apologies! Apologies! Apologies!
I was away from WordPress for so long, feels like years, nah, feels like light-years (a unit of astronomical distance equivalent to the distance that light travels in one year, which is 9.4607 × 1012 km (nearly 6 million million miles). A little bit of knowledge is always healthy.
Now comes the reason of my absence – “I just couldn’t write!!!! I was so tensed about my result. That I just couldn’t concentrate on my story. I just couldn’t write anything. I though reading might help, will bring back the ‘writing power’ in me, I read ‘The book of Tomorrow, by Cecelia Ahern’ in just one day. (My fastest ever) But still! I was lost!
I picked up a fantasy book, none other than Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (I checked the spelling of phoenix twice on Google) but then I got lost in the back, and started hated what I was writing, and then it came to me, I can’t write because I’m not focused, and yes, I actually wasn’t.
Many of you know that I am a 15 years old Panda, and this year I gave my class 10th exams, and here goes my story.
Mid April – “God! Finally, these dark clouds passed over me, I can breathe” (And oh man, I never knew I would take a breath so heavy) I was lying on bed, the whole day, like a lazy caterpillar, just crawling from one end of the bed to another just to turn on the AC, and crawling back to put on the blanket.
End April – “padai vadai to gayi ganga me dubki lagane (let the studies drown in the Ganga river), let me just enjoy man. But then those clouds of regret again caught me, and the next day, I was studying 11th class books with youtube lectures.
Pre May – “At the end of this month, I’m gonna get the result. I’m so confident about my results. I have just rocked in my exams, I set all the answer sheets on fire. I just have to get good results!” and the flame of my faith was burning like Aishwarya’s Diya in Devdas.
Mid May – “It’s getting closer and closer. Damn! I just can’t wait.” And by the end of the day, I was like “Well, they may come when they come, after all, what can a single sheet of grades can do to my future?” and the next moment “I am so excited about the results, I just cant wait!”
End May – “My friends discussing all the updates about the results, and I was here sitting in my comfy chair, with a glass of ‘Tang’ in my hand, and sunglasses on my eyes (obviously) “Listen to my voice, confused creatures of Earth, why worry about what’s not in your hands. You may receive what you gave. You may reap as you sow.” I had become a personal counselor to everyone who were worried about their results. “Whatever will happen, son, will happen for good.”
And then started the time of my terror, I couldn’t believe upon myself – that I was so confident at the start and I was literally so tensed about my results now. So many thoughts were running in my mind, ‘my father patting me on my back’ and then the next moment ‘the fear of not standing up to their expectations, MY EXPECTATIONS!’
I was so smoothly convincing myself ‘All is well, but trust me on this one, Aamir Khan’s logic never ever ever ever applies these times’ To distract my mind, I turned to Harry Potter, sparing me some moments of ‘internal peace’ but the moment I would close the book ‘ let me just Google when the result is arriving’
I was so mad at all the news channel showing fake dates, and unofficial data, because that would just only raise our hopes and then shatter them the next moment. And then came the day of final judgement.
June 3 – I woke up at 8 am, with no sleep in my eyes. I went straight for the laptop, turned it on, and checked the website! “To be announced soon.” I went to my mom, who was already awake doing the household chores, “Mumma, result’s gonna come out today” and without waiting for her reply, I rushed back to my laptop and clicked refresh, again clicked refresh, kept clicking on refresh until I hated this word ‘REFRESH’
After some time, when I got fresh, took a shower (and kept thinking about my parent’s reaction, my sister’s reaction, that’s what mattered to me) my mom insisted me for the breakfast, but I knew no sip of tea was going to cross my throat. I kept on checking again and again! It was maddening, truly!
“Shut that down and have some breakfast. Why’re you worrying so much. It will come whenever it may, why taking so much tension.” my sisters said in unison. And I took the breakfast, half of what I usually eat, I just wasn’t in mood. I went out and returned back, jumped on to the laptop, turn it on, and checked, refresh, refresh, refresh, and just… refresh!
Suddenly a message popped up in whatsapp group, “Result has come, here’s mine.” My friend had shared her results in the group, and we were like, “that take some guts, what an act of bravery” we exploded like a fire ball and kept clicking refresh, refresh, as if it was a marathon, whose site would open first. And then the phone rang, “Hey bro, got the results? Mine is 10, what about you?” “That’s amazing. Congratulations! My results, only if this turtle site opens up” “Why not give me your details and let me search it for you, site is open in my browser”
HELL NO! In my right mind of sanity, I wasn’t going to let my baby to those wolves! (sorry for the exaggeration, but that’s how I was feeling) “No bro, I can work it out on my own, thanks for the help, though.” “Are tu bata na, m deta hu na nikal ke (Just tell me, I will let you know) and with saying “No, thanks, shukriya for your generousity,” I cut the call.
And then my sister on my left, the site’s opened, I literally can’t tell you how I felt watching her typing my roll number and all the details and then ‘SUBMIT’
“You’ve got 10” and I hugged my mother, and just couldn’t sit on the bed! I kept jumping like a baby monkey who just got his legs, and was gasping for breath! I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut, it was wide open for a long time, and I had to cover it with my hands for safety from the flies who would get in and do a party.
I picked up the cellphone, called my dad, and asked him what he had expected, and he said “full marks” and that was exactly true! Just one thing I miss is my father’s reaction but the his voice on the call was more than enough to excite me more than ever! My mother was so happy. And she literally had a hard time explaining ‘CGPA’ to my aunt.