( real story with a bit of humor)
As a boy at school, I used to be terrible at Maths. And my Dad's favorite one was Maths. He used to say ."Mathematics is the Queen of all subjects. " He was very concerned about my Maths Score. He wanted me to get 50/ 50.
So after a particular term exam in 7th grade or so.(It was a pattern that happened all mid and high school.).
My father was waiting for me before the school gate to take me home. He asked me " How was the maths exam ?" I said." It was good". Then he asked " Would you get centum (50/50 ). I said. "I might."
You should have seen the happiness on his face, poor man.
My father was waiting for me before the school gate to take me home. He asked me " How was the maths exam ?" I said." It was good". Then he asked " Would you get centum (50/50 ). I said. "I might."
You should have seen the happiness on his face, poor man.
After a few days, I would tell him "Papa, I might have got a few sums wrong " . Then he would say " How much you would miss". And I would say " should get 45 or worst case 40" ." Hmmm, it isn't too bad" he would say with a heavy sigh.
After 2 more days " Papa, I went through the question paper I am afraid I might have missed a few more". He would be scratching his head and sounding a touch upset ." How much ". And I would reply with false remorse " should get 30". He would be sad by now.
After two more days " I just remembered I might have made a small miscalculation in more sum and might lose a few more marks "
Then he would exclaim " Will you pass" and I would rather dramatically say " Of course. How could you....".
Then the poor man would apologize. And I would be like "That's ok"
The day after I get my result papers.I would write a note and say " Papa I am extremely sorry the valuation was so strict and I had made a minor mistake and instead of taking it in a right way the teacher cut off few marks. Though my performance was good and preparation perfect I somehow FAILED. please don't be upset I promise next time I will get 50/50. I need you to sign the answer sheet when you are OK."
I would have gone hiding somewhere and when I return after a few hours. The answer sheet would have been signed.
This repeated all mid and high school. ( luckily I somehow used to get through final exams with a lot of Our Fathers and Hail Marys ).But I bluffed him consistently. I knew it all the way.
But that Man still believed in me.
