Something Good Out Of Bad.
Good things always happen to me only that I failed to notice
them. The challenges I faced so far, I can see that they were in fact blessing
in disguise because something good always came out of them. And same with
everyone when something bad happens there is a reason we experience it and
there is often better around the corner. I believe god has blessed each of us
with certain gifts and abilities.
After qualify with 79% from class ten, I was the best
daughter to my proud parents. A moment where you held your head high. Science
stream which was supposed to be superior to Commerce and Arts, without thinking
I walked through that door. “Eleven is heaven” was my motto then. My new life
with science started. It was nice when it began but wasn’t the thing I was
looking for. I wasn’t interested at all. Bunking classes which I was scared of
became frequent. I hated on seeing numbers (mathematics) which used to be my
favorite subject before. Biology class was easy to escape from, the teacher
didn’t noticed me at all. I did quite well with my language papers and I loved
the tutor’s teaching. So I sincerely attended only his class. Later the result
was “FAIL”.
When I went home with my failed result, my mother thought I was joking, “Come
on cheche, and don’t joke”. When I said I was being serious, she changed her
expression and was looking around for anything so that she would throw at me. I
immediately ran from the spot otherwise I would have been thrashed. My father
stopped talking with me. I became the bad daughter. Every time we sat for the
meal, mother would bring the same topic, “Look at the failure”. It was a hell
experience at home. School was no exception. It was hard experience to see my
old classmates entering different classroom. I was stuck with my juniors. I
felt old. Every time the teacher would say, “If you have any doubt, ask the
repeaters”. (How would I know the answers? I wouldn’t have flunked if I did).
I pretended to love science but it didn’t help me. With small
amount of hard work I got through. I had to be careful in my 12th
standard. Never wanted to go through the same situation. The image of my angry
father haunted me. I started working hard on what I was good at, attended my
usual classes and YES I qualified to the course I wanted to, Media studies with
Dzongkha. (Again a little problem, I hate Dzongkha).
My old classmates who became a year senior to me, I saw some
of them qualifying nowhere. Their remarks, “Man, I should have flunked in 11th.
Could have built good foundation”. Their bad, I flunked, realized and qualified
Sherubtse. I could bring smile on my parents face. I was the good girl again.
One thing I learnt from this, no matter how miserably one
fails, the experience is never going to kill us. I had bitter experience
though. And no one is too old to start a new beginning. Now when are you going
to start?????
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