Munching fries on the couch and spending the summer ended with being stunned by the remarkably outstanding performance of our seniors. It gave us goose flesh. Felt like the seniors looked down and dusted their shoulder saying, ‘kiss your wishes a good bye juniors’.
June is the new January. June is the first month in the calendar of any ‘bechara’ student. With the thundering of the aloof obscure clouds starts the grumbling of the mommies. Like the huge rain drops bouncing on the smooth craving ground bounces homework, journals and projects on the head of students. We students are like the marionettes dancing on the sharp fingers of the pages of our textbooks.
Every year not only the family members and students but also the entire India awaits for the results to honor the new toppers. This is a race, a war of derivations, equations and formulas; a conflict between mugging up and understanding; a test of who can make it through the darkness and shine. This is for the batch in grade 11 preparing for boards, let the dance begin. Let the war begin.