Burn yourself, it’s your passion

Burn yourself, it’s your passion

 “History makes the men as human”

         “Real history plays the important role in everyone life”.

                 Specialist says “if the both side, of human brain works simultaneously, the person will be good in all field wherever he is”. It can’t be the reality for all

                       But I can say practically if a person know the history of his/her family, they be the good among the rest in world.

                                  Truth not be virtual all time. History shows the path of truth in dark, and it’s an illuminate.

               This incidence happen in my school days, lesson thought by my mom.

     It’s a special day, after finishing the III-midterm test each day two exam in that week one day remain cold that’s Saturday{month’s third }

       on Saturday

 I am sure all the paper will be corrected and given only after Sunday.

                                    I didn’t do the English test properly, so I am sure I will be fail in that test. Some type of solace in my mind, all paper will be given on Monday only, so I am happy today and cry on Monday practical mind gave idea like that.

     I prefer my mind voice

                                       It’s an Ordinary class, but worries never left my mind soon. My mind said “if she gave the English paper means what you going to do sarath”. 

      Fear rise more and more each & every period.
now , This is the last period of the day.   

                                On seeing my nervousness, my friend kapeed nalavanam sitting next to me with round face some yellow coating in his teeth. I think it’s may be for his nature teeth color. Who knows it!

                                 He raised the question “anything wrong with you sarath?” then he focused on left side row, talking with a girl irs amu.

                       On focusing on him i replied “not yet, till English paper gets on my hand”. kapeed didn’t listen to me. He still, talks with that girl.

                        But she turned over to the door as history teacher came inside the class; kapeed missed the opportunity of chat with her.

  “What did you said “he was asking me?

I maze on him “I said it before 5 minutes da”.

It’s not hearable please say it again.

I din’t do the English exam well; sure I am going to be fail.

                      He looked at me “today no English class why you worrying about it da” turn around to listen the class.

            He immersed in history class than whispered to me” I too don’t do the exam well”.

 Ya thank god. No English class.

Now i checked the time its 3.50pm, time for the school van students to catch there bus.no van students in my class, but history teacher need to go she is interior in pollachi, she cannot go through private bus , it’s too risk.

Within a minute miss went out.

 I thank the god lot., But, he fails to save me.

 Fraction of second, one lady with round hair, white American look, entered fast inside the class room with a bundle of paper. It’s non-others than that my English teacher.

Everyone shock to see her.

                           She came in last 10 minutes of school time. All my friends prayed to the god, to get the good marks, but I prayed “please took the papers out, confirm I will  fail.

   She distributed the paper; my paper came after 10 papers entry.

                “I am fail, I got 25marks.” as I already said.

              All students got good marks; I felt unhappy, “how can I show this mark to my mom” whispered in my mind.

                      My friend kapeed crying in other side, so I went near to console him. But he cried a lot and he said the same dialogue of mine “how I can show this mark to my mom sarath”.

  But I can’t console him.

                    Madam said “person who got fail mark; need to bring their parents, to get the progress card”.

          I am waiting for the bell. Let me go home.

                 Final touch (or torture) by madam. “Can I see the faces of the person who have failed in English” added my madam.

 I stood up with face looking down. I didn’t raise the face above.

Madam said “oh only one student got fail mark in English”, then she moved out.

I raised my face to kapeed, before looking his face I looked at his English answer sheet “92 marks rounded with circle”.

 You passed in English.

“Ya I did, but just 92marks” he muttered.

You said, you going to fail in this exam. How did you get this much mark? Sorry just 92.

“I don’t do the exam well but I got this. Because teacher not corrected properly I think so” he said.

It’s so stupid

I took the bag I went out of his site.

I reached home within 10 minutes; my home 400meters away form the school.  

While I getting inside, mom invited me like “did any paper given today”.

No I said (reason: everyday one paper, everyday scolding’s so all paper one day , one day scolding what an idea saji )

But mom took my bag and searched for test paper.

At last she got the English paper. Hence she is my mom, who knows my inch by inch moves.

She took me to the next room and keep on scolding me.

I didn’t react to her word, only I gazed on her. My neighbor santhi aunty who is living in our posion heard every scolding of my mom. And ask the mom to come to hall. She through the paper on my hand and went out. I collect the paper and hide somewhere.

Mom went to hall and talk with the santhi aunty.

Santhi aunty said “what happen “.

“He got low marks in English” she doesn’t tell I got fail marks.

 Aunty said “why you so tensioned, he will correct it soon”.

“it’s not simple you think so, he has everything what he needs, why he doesn’t do his exam well”,” He don’t have any other work” added by mom.

“Latha, you took this so serious I think so” aunty said.

“ ya its serious only because studies is the only thing to get him up, nothing else”.  And mom said “I am 12 pass only, I doesn’t had chance to study more, my fate I got married”.

Aunty listening to my mom carefully and I too (in next room)

Mom said “But till now I have faith in studies, though I can’t regain degree or grade, I can do one thing, Motivation”.

Motivation to the student

Then mom added “after the death my whole body will not be buried in the earth, it will be with the medical students for their study, as study materials”.

I can’t digest that “I can’t think, am i living with an angel or mother Theresa “.

This incidence changed my life, and motivated a lot.

 to Remind and to show this incidence, I have a sentence which tells the full story, it will be there in my all work. This sentence from that angel, ” burn yourself, it’s your passion”.