Okay so now, the day had arrived where I was to put all the efforts which a group of economists put in for saving a country from recession: The day of the examination. I entered the examination hall and saw many co-examinees in a haste and in between that, I saw Inderjeet Sinha. A tall man in 40s with a moustache and spectacles through which he was gazing at the crowd while he was sipping a cup of tea. I didn't like that place at all. If I cleared that test then I must have to sit with other thirty to forty students, which feels nothing but like just another school classroom. How could I concentrate then?
But then keeping all these thoughts apart, I searched for my roll code and sat at the designated place. After sometime, I was given my question & answer sheets. I went through my question sheet and I saw that there was barely any question which I didn't knew. I wanted to scribble all the answers on the so called 'answer sheet' but then, all of a sudden, my mind struck with an idea. I thought not to respond correctly to the given questions. In short, I made a plan to destroy my result. My mind said:
"Hey buddy!.. It's in your hands now.. it's your wish whether you want to be here or not.. If not, then just scribble the answers the other way..."However I decided not to mess up everything but I just attempted three questions and came out of the examination hall. Soon after a week the results were out and obviously, I failed. My mom and dad got totally disappointed and I, to hide my mischief, fearfully said that I attempted each and every question but I had no idea about my result. My dad then called up Inderjeet Sinha to personally verify my result. He said that I had got only 7 marks out of 100. I was with dad during this whole conversation with Inderjeet. My dad then asked if he could conduct another test specially for me, but he refused. He said that it was impossible for him as there were other thirty five students on the waiting list. Now what is this man? Sick.. Hell sick!!.. Is it a tuition class or some IIT/IIM?
Seriously speaking, all those things (form filling, entrance exam, roll codes, hundred-fifty students, waiting lists, etc.) seemed sense less for tenth grade tuition classes, that too only in mathematics, physics & chemistry. I was totally proud of my decision and its execution. I was happy. And then came a phone call from Sunita auntie. Her daughter got selected in Inderjeet's tuition classes. She was so happy that she even distributed sweets in the neighbourhood. My mom again got pissed off and said: "Now that her daughter got selected, she will fly like a bird.. I hate her..."
But then my parents understood my feelings and learnt that what would be it like at Inderjeet's. They searched for another tutor who had a good reputation but this time, no such hypes like that in the previous case. Even I liked that new place. No thirty-forty students, no forms, no lists. Just a calm place where I could concentrate. Even that tutor didn't like such a type of haste and school like atmosphere. He thought just six students at once. I learnt many things there and gained good scores in every school tests.
After a year and a half, board results were out. I scored respectable grades. And this time too, Sunita auntie had called up my mom but my mom was happy. I asked her why and then I got to know that my average was much higher than her daughter's. I was like, what is this? I mean she attended Inderjeet's but still?
So you see, results don't matter on what or whichever good coaching you take. It is your hard work which matters. All the teachers are professionals. Nobody can't blame them for failure. It is never their failure. It is ours. A teacher puts in all the efforts but ultimately we only have to give the test.
The funniest thing which I later got to know is that neither Inderjeet's son studied at his father's tuition classes. He used to take coaching somewhere else.
