It was sunday and my heart was on my palm . It was announced that by 10:00 PM the result of NEET ( Medical entrence exam conducted in India for Indians) . It was my second attempt .
Oh ....!! I am sorry ....I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, My name is Zoya Mahroon. I am nineteen years old. I belong to a mediocre middle class family who just meet their needs. My father name is Hakim and mother name is Shahida . I also have an elder brother whose name is Rifat.
I wasn't really interested in being a doctor and my parents wanted me to be a doctor. So I had no option but to try in NEET. So I planned to fail in my exam because anything other then medical course is fine with me.
I was waiting for my result because this time if I fail they would change their wish of seeing me as a doctor and of course send for an engineering studies.
After a long wait of an entire day finally the result was announced around night 8:30 PM . As expected I failed...
I was beyond happy. But I became sad when I saw tears in my mothers' eyes and disappointment in my fathers'.
But I knew one thing about me during this longest break of my life that I can achieve only the thing I put my soul into. And my soul wasn't into medical studies but into computers and its amazing world.
My cousins who lived nearby came to my house immediately after listening to my mothers' cry . After they arrived , my elder brother told them my result. Initially they all scolded me. Blamed me for everything and especially my relationship with my boyfriend. But he wasn't the reason of me not getting seat at all. I accepted it all without a single word because I know I am at fault here even if its for the slightest.
Later we all sat together and discussed about what to study. They all agreed on computer engineering as expected. I was over joyed with their decision.
But everything came at stake when they asked me to leave my boyfriend because according to them I failed because I was busy with him and if I don't leave him I would not be able to complete engineering too.
But I can't breakup with him now or else he will create one or other scene before I go for my further studies.
Then left was my hatest part, the relatives. They kept calling and making my parents feel disappointed again and again.
But what's done is already done. We must accept reality. Some were really disappointed with my result but some were overjoyed about my failure. But its fine. Its reality after all.
That night as always I slept with my mother after we bid goodbye to two of my dearest cousins Ana and Khan. She kept crying and cursing her luck for my failure . I was sad and wanted to cry.
But even my tears were moking me by saying , " I wont flow and waste myself for a disappointed daughter like you....."
But deep down I knew I was right.
I prayed to god for healing my mother and to give her peace and never be her disappointment again and slept.
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