I as a school student was quite academically well-versed and by god's grace managed somehow to be actively participating in co-curricular activities too. My teachers always had high hopes with me and so did my parents. Struggling for every single mark, getting 100% attendance, following all the rules of teachers were some of my highlighted traits. But nothing can be even for long... as they say. 
There was a time when I had my first board exams (class 10th)... The pressure was high and the clock moved like a bomb's timer. Nervousness,anxiety and frustration all had gripped from all sides. Confidence found a corner for itself but it had such small room that you can consider it to be negligible. Every classmate was a competetor and every new perception towards board exams question marked me. And in all this mess there was a topping on the cake in the form of my maths teacher. With all due respect,I would like to mention that he was interested in everything else than studies. And I being just too honest decided to become the warrior and made a complaint to my principal about him. That was where I found myself in his hitlist.
Discouraging and insulting me became his hobby. And it hit me hardest when in pre-boards for the very first time in my entire life I was just passed on the borderline with 41/100 marks. I was shattered...really shattered. And then came a divine light to me in the form of my hindi teacher Mrs.Rachna Bala Verma who picked me up form the rag  with those golden words of late shri harivansh rai bachan ji

Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti

Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.

Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.

Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.

That was the time when I knew what to do and how to do. That was the month of october. I studied for 10-12 straight hours everyday for 5 straight months without feeling any kind of strain. It was never like I ever forced myself to do this. It was just happening with two parallel things going in my mind- first was rachna ma'am's words and second was my maths teacher's statement that "i'll see how do you get passed in boards and if you will,I will leave the school!"
Finally the day came when the result was going to be out in few minutes. Heart beats ran out of the heart and searching cyber cafes added to the flavour. Getting the result finally kneeled me down to utter happiness and thankfulness. Overall,I got 85% ,the second topper of my school and in maths my marks were 95.
Honourable maths sir had to leave the school as the statement was made in front of the principal but it didn't make me happy for real. The real happiness lied in the fact that it toil rooted,seeded and gave the best deserving outcome.
So,by my personal experience I would like to say if at any point of time you are deciding to give up and fold your hands... just think twice...and realize that its better to do something and then fail rather than doing nothing and then failing. Sooner or later you are bound to get the result...
 "Lehron se darkar nauka paar nahi hoti,
  koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti"


  1. gud one.. i really need dis @ dis hr.. wish me luck..

  2. @anonymous..your most welcome! And all the very best!


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