The Board
exams arrived. I took all the exams with equal enthusiasm and thrust. The
results came and everything was according to the expectation.
(On the
result day)
I scored
above 90%, to be precise 94.23% and was the highest scorer in my school.
“Thank you
son, you accomplished our dreams”—My mom said.
“Hey, my
son, you have made me the most happiest dad in the world”—my dad said.
“Raaj, you
are the pride of our school”-My school principal said.
In the
school campus I was receiving congratulations from all my classmates including
the girls.
Anjali
stood before me smiling, “Congratulations Raaj.”She said.
“Thank you
Anjali. Congratulations to you too.” I reciprocated as she too had scored very
well.
“Thank you.
So now, Raaj is going to be a doctor. I must call you Dr.Raaj, right?” she
said.
“Well,
surely you may call me Dr.Raaj. But what shall I call you?” I asked.
“I have
planned to become an architect.” She said
“Great.
Then I shall have my hospital designed for free in the future.” I said.
“Sure. Only
if I get the medication and treatment without any consultation fee.”She said
“Promise.”We
both shared a laughter moment. She was laughing beautifully. This time I was
really lost. There was no alarm as the target had been achieved. I felt like
watching her for the whole day.
“By the
way, where will you take admission?”She asked.
“According
to the merit I am sure that I shall get the admission in the B.J.Medical
college. What about you ?”
“I shall
complete my B.E. Architect from Delhi.” She said.
As soon as
she mentioned Delhi I was surprised and baffled.
“Delhi? Are
you serious?” I asked to make sure my ears heard it correctly.
“Yes,
Delhi. There I have my maternal home. A short entrance exam and then I shall get
the admission.”
“But why
Delhi? You can become an architect here itself in Gujarat.” I said. I don’t
know why but something inside me was getting hurt whichwas prompting me to
convince her not to go.
“Ya. But
there is a vast scope in Delhi which is not here.”she said.
“So. It is
the last time we are talking to each other, no?” I asked.
“Not at
all. It may be difficult for the next four years but surely this is not the
last time. Don’t think so..” She consoled me.
“Ok then
good bye.” I wanted to end the conversation as I was getting some inner
sensation that could have made me cry.
“Ok Raaj. I
shall miss you. But I promise that we shall meet after 4 years.”
“Ok Anjali,
bye.”
She bade me
good bye and the smile on my face disappeared.
‘I had
scored the highest in school; I was going to get admission in one of the top
colleges of India; I was sure to become a doctor-still I felt the happiness to
be incomplete. Somebody else in my situation would have jumped, roared,
shouted; but I was quiet.
Was it the
pain of being away from Anjali?
‘But she
was no more than a simple friend then why should I feel the pain of
separation?’ I asked myself.
My so called conscience answered, “You see. Anjali didn’t care for you. You should never be
emotionally attached to any girl or you will suffer. Its good that you didn’t
allow your Hearty emotions to conquer your brain. Because of this, you got the
fruit . Keep it up. Maintain this control in future and you will reach still
higher in life.”
I agreed and decided to forget everything about Anjali
and keep moving ahead on my path.