My D-day    

That was it. My face fell into my palms . what I saw on the screen dint make me happy . not one bit. I was very disappointed; dejected ; depressed. are there any other words to describe what I was going through ?? My laptop screen was announcing loud.

          “ KARTHIK THIAGARAJAN”

          “ SR 9290288”

          “ 82.87 percentile “

Then I thought for a second “what the hell!! why should I feel bad about the result ? anyways I dint twitch a muscle to score that . I was whiling away all the time which I ought to have invested in my preparation. rather, I should feel ashamed of myself , that I was feeling bad about my results for which I dint put any effort into.

Then came the tough part. How to tell this to dad ??  I gathered all my courage and approached dad . he was busy with the Sunday editorial.

Cmon !!! what the hell r u thinking ? shoot !!

“ paa…”

“hmmm…”

“ CAT score . 83 “

We Indians have this desi nature of rounding up figures .

Huffff……I felt I dropped a thousand kg weight off my shoulders .

That was enough. Dad gave me a look as if I were some disfigured creature which had just landed from the mars.

I was waiting with both my index fingers ready to plug my ears.

“ wowww !!! I have just two hands to clap for u my son! “

I expected that from my dad , my best critic .

Surprisingly , dad returned his focus towards his editorial without uttering a word .

I expected bad . That was worse .

I got back to my room , promising to myself that I will crack CAT this year for sure .

Determined , I switched on my laptop and…..

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….. watched DON 2…..