Marks
Bad Morning. It’s time to dress up. Drag yourself to the bathroom. Wear that hideous and ill-fitting uniform. Pack your bag. Head out with Ma. It’s result day. Every atom of your body is nervous. Your mind is only revolving around the worst-case scenarios. “Did I perform well enough in History?” “What if I fail, and Neha passes? Or worse- she is the topper and I missed it by a mark?” “Why can’t my papers just disappear?” Hello, and welcome to the nightmare of every Indian teenager ever! That was my situation on Saturday. Result Days are always nerve-racking experiences. It’s the same kind of anxiety you get on the day of the exam, except that this one has wilder fantasies. Why is that so? Because marks are a dominating factor in an Indian’s lifetime. The numbers determine your future. Your value is lies within those numbers. Now, when you look at it from an Indian Aunty’s perspective, this system sounds quite fair. The able ones go ahead, get what they deserve, beca...