In all of our lives there occurs an incident which teach us how hard a life on this earth can be. We always have a minimum of two choices to make in all those situations. One is to allow the situation to take control and let it win or take the situation under control and rise to win the race. I like to share one such incident which happened to me recently.
That was one fine saturday morning, I woke up from the trauma of the night before due to a bathetic notion, hoping and asuring myself for a great day. And there was one thing that already included in it from which I know I cannot take flight. It was my toefl exam. It was scheduled on 10.00 A.M and the reporting time was 9.30 A.M. In my bed I could picture myself laying upside down in an unfashioned way stressing my left eye to open. The clock in the far wall showed 6.30. With a mixed up cerebrating of peaceful as well as a rioting expectations I flicked up to the floor. I could find asking myself what happened last night and my image in the mirror gave an expression far too to be understood. After following the series of personal duties of a normal morning day, I sat in the sofa waiting for a sweet cup of coffee. Feeling the taste of coffee and its warmth in my throat, my hand made sure all my belongings which I had to carry for the exam is been took. With new energy and hope, I stepped out of my home at 8.00 A.M. I could hear me say "This is the day. Here we go". It took me 15 minutes to reach the zone where the exam centre is. Because all I know about the location of the centre is its name and its address which says only the board number and the lane. I should say the lane runs for more than 5 kilometres and also one of the busiest road in Chennai!! Sometimes we say hope is the only thing that drives us. Its true but only thing is it has another side too. I was hoping I could find the centre in half an hour. From the railway station to the lane it took me 10 minutes to walk. I had to begin my search there and reporting time was just 20 minutes away.
When I begun looking for the centre, I never hoped that I would face such a terrible day. Within a time limit of 20 minutes I was forced and was under pressure to find the centre. When I made the first enquiry, the man in his security uniform said that its in the far side of the lane 5 streets accross. I felt the joy of taking the exam while I was walking the lane. And when I reached there the centre was nowhere to be found. After that all I knew was I ended up enquring about 50 strangers and struting the same lane more than 5 times. The two sentences I heard was " I dont know" and " Its here somewhere, ask him (pointing to other ungodly human)". I ran past my reporting time. My watch showed 9.35. And I am in middle of the road, (with no cellphone, coz not allowed to carry during exam) in one of the busiest lane in chennai. All I saw was high buildings with decorated facades and small road side shops for tea. I stopped and looked around. For the first time in my life I was there with all my hopes lost and with no one to help. My reservoir for self encouragement and all my strength dried up completely. Simply lost in the middle of the road alone with a crucial exam to attend. It was the time my mind started playing game. All I could hear in my head was "U wont make it. No I will, U have faced many situations. U will not be allowed, I will beg them. What am I going to say to parents?. U r of no use and u r pathetic. I am not going back without writing the exam. U r doomed, U r a looser, No i am not."
The only thing that ran with hope was time. It was 9.45. I asked one thing, "Is this going to happen to me? Am i not capable of facing this?" loud enough that a man five foot ahead can hear. All these years I have been in situations which cant be explained in words. Situations where you become your own enemy. I am not the only person who faces hard situations I know. There are people above and people below. But I dont know how many of them faced such a situation. The psycological webs that I built in these years in my mind, started filling my dried up reservoir. Somewhere inside I believed, I made my mind clear that I am going to make it. I prayed to God, "please help me mother". And I should say its not the last hope. It was the first hope of the next level. I found a man doing pooja to a small temple. I appraoched him. I was under impression it should be it. I will get it. I am going to God now. When I asked him, to my worry he said "I don't know". I was expecting to say myself that "I knew this would happen". But after a couple of enquiries, I FOUND THE CENTRE. After reaching there my head automatically tilted up and I could feel my lips smiling at the sky. Thank you God. I went to centre at 9.50 A.M completely parched but with a hope born anew. I did my test well.
All I learnt is "Life is hard but its not permanent. Even in the deep abyss of the worries, there always lies a hope which needs to be found, which can give light even in the darkest of hours. To hope and to believe seems easy and it is. But standing by it needs a different level of maturity. And as the famous old saying goes, WHERE THERE IS A WILL, THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY. I learnt it was true. Miracles do occur.".
Thank you.
