Speech
From the very beginning, I always boasted about the very fact that "I
am the one who never fails." From class revolts to teacher unrest, I
always found a way to cope even after the tides were against me. But
there came a moment in my life that stuck with me like a blow so
fierce that it sent my colossal ego and pride to ruins.
The incident is too old. It was the time of the results of the Xth
standard. I was both nervous and excited. The council announced the
date in such short notice that I didn’t even got time to negotiate with
Gods and ask for forgiveness for my sins. Though, the very next the
results were announced and I was able to secure 93.8%, which
according to me was good and as much I deserved. But the lightning
struck me when I looked my marks of History and Chemistry. In the
subjects which I aced in every test or exam, the subjects which I
thought were too easy for me and I was extremely overconfident
about their result gave me a horror which would haunt me in worst of
my nightmares. As I the result appeared on the screen, my heartbeats
seized. Tears filled in my eyes and the world around me froze, my
hands were trembling and the surroundings, once filled sound of
laughter and joy of excitement became deafening silent. I failed, not
by marks, but in eyes of everyone who thought that I’ll be on top. My
parents and siblings, who were standing waiting for my results were
speechless too looking at my marks. Though I got grade one in almost
all subjects, the marks of those two particular subjects were peculiar
as death. 85 in Chemistry and 93 in History. These were not the marks
which I aspired and spent my heart and soul to it. Getting less marks
was okay, but hurt most was the sense of guilt and regret which took
over me instantly. The promise of being a centurion in both subject
was broken and not only that, but also I was too afraid to show my
face to both of the teachers which taught me those subjects.
Especially with Chemistry. My teacher, who was not only my tutor,
but also a friend to whom I shared everything was also shocked
hearing my result. I felt a lump in throat as I approached her very next
day. I wanted to cry out loud, but my brain didn’t allow me. On the
welcome ceremony day, when the students were honored for their
result, I was the only one sobbing alone in the class while my
classmates went to distribute the sweets, laughing and celebrating.
They looked to me like nothing but a babbling, bumbling band of
baboons dancing and laughing over something they didn’t deserve . A
week passed. Though my teachers forgave me and told me to move
on, I was still traumatised and filled with hatred towards myself.
Hearing about me, some of my peers mocked me, some called me
hungry and unsatisfactory and some even told to submit the form of
revaluation, but my inner me, filled with regret was eating me alive.
My mother, who has the power to know everything in my mind just
by looking at my face, comforted me. She told me that I got more
than I deserved seeing my careless attitude and overconfident stature
during exam time. It was quite evident for someone like me to
obviously score less and marks of particular subject don’t matter at all
. I need to move on and focus on my coming future. The words,
though were harshly true gave me a reality check and I was able to
move shortly after the preparations of GK Quiz began. I learned to not
be careless and overconfident. I dealt with failure by learning to look
toward future, instead of looking back and carrying the burden of
past. I swore to work hard and fulfil my vow in coming future and
prove my teacher’s words.
