…The run starts.

...The run starts.

Such a wrangle I took against my connections,that against their wills and orders I decided to go for year one of olevels when my parents wanted me to skip this year and directly jump to O2.I would not do that,I am much sincere to my grades and i knew if my grades got hurt i would blame this ‘hippety-hop’ from O1 as the reason.I literally was confused,and again…my friends were there to whirl me from what my parents wanted.I didnot skip o1.AND BELIEVE ME,I DO NOT REGRET IT.Though i wasted one inclusive year to the hands of my desires but it was not without glitters.When I caught up to o2,I realized none of the teachers repeated what we had already studied in year one and that we only had 5 months of this sessions for covering up further syllabus,after which students did not give any deliberation towards school,rather studied at home or their so-called academies.Those which came to O2 after hoping over p3 joined loooooooots of academies to cover up their syllabus and some were extremely quick-witted that they would not even bother writing any word on their test sheets.On they other hand,We were able to gulp overmuch syllabus.One thing i never savvy; why take academies if you took 2 whole years of schooling for just a trinity of exams?and one more thing atop it,students i see…amass loads of notes,past papers,guess papers;God,believe me you would even forget if you ever had them when It’s time for exams. Atleasts, It is what fared to be at my time.You must concentrate on your course books initially,because they have been provided as a guidance to us by Cambridge itself,we cant overlook the guidance provided in it.Apart from that,many other books have absolutely invalid contents and off the track information,It’s probably what Olevels never want us to write.Though it is necessary for us to have every morsel of cognition and scholarship,but it has to be valid.Thus; If you are willing to read a side book along,make sure its right as rain.Gather very few books,since the start of your session and officiate along with it.


Under the cinders?

Under the cinders?

Everything winds up behind your ridge,but regrets do work along.O’levels..a spectator might ponder upon my psychology and pass me as a schizoid,maniac,psyched out ‘lady’.But watch out for yourself,if you are just by my mind…then you too would consider O’levels as a psychotic killer!Olevels is a torture,literally being one.The condition which prevails over you when you are under balls of irons and are agitated and irritated enough to learn thousands of notes and books just to answer 5 or 3 or some questions.Leaving any topic seems like committing a hideous sin.12th May,2014 was the day I got so,so sick of these stuck-up CIE’s that at intervals,new hot tears bubbled out of my eyes and the condition was,damn!
“Olevels is a psychotic killer!To those who are like me,like us!!it literally is the unpredictability of the grades at various phases of olevels which kills you!The world may die but you have to find yourself somewhere between the heaps of rotten pgs!Rotten because you are cramming there contents since 2 years just to get some stars before those ‘A’s!”
Ah,this was the text,outburst of my feelings,which I passed to my bestest buddy.
Uh-huh!enough scaring you off guys,but yes..sadly,Its true…

A new struggle.

It all goes in vain;Those laurels and souvenir.

And my time emerged..
I got posted into levels.It was not that ‘cinch work’ for me to tickle pink them,my Parents.By reason of my siblings,who were all unluckily elder than me and had joined O and A levels according to their voluntary decisions;My parents then thought it was their committal to bind me under their will as I was the last of their kids.I cried,yes I did!I tinged my eyes to sanguine.I would not agree to my moms order.She wanted me to join matric.I would only say,childishly,”mein koi paindo houn?”
She would only rake me over the coals and tell me that if I join matric,I will smoothly get great marks.Everyone around me,even those traitor sisters of mine would say,”OLevels sucks!”
I mean,they had been doing levels and when I wanted enrollment there,they all left me with frustration!Clock was running PDQ.All my friends had submitted their forms and I was left to frown at their backs.
My dad could see it all,perhaps he was moved by pity,thus;one day he declared that he wants me to opt for levels.
Triumphant I felt!
It was like,I had everything now.
I saw my past and all those certificates and laurels I had received started to look v.small.They started to mean nothing.A new struggle had started.
And suddenly I felt nostalgic, I wanted not to do levels but matric then,but now it was too late to hurt my pride in front of my parents.