Saturday, January 25, 2014

The Episode of Three Percent

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Numbers don’t mean anything; or so we constantly thought
And then there was a ping that left us all fraught.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
And this is a story of a student conned.

Long ago, not so long ago
When the Internet was slow and the world didn’t say ‘Yo’
Little Miss Sunshine rolled the dice
Oh to steer clear of any sign, she rolled it thrice.

The outcome was transparent, clear as the sky
The future was apparent, if only for a blink of an eye.
“To become an Auditor is my dream,” she announced,
Failing to hear her soul scream, as in its den it denounced.

Hoops and hurdles she did cross, one at a time
While her youth went for a toss, leaving her to chime.
Now, the time did come for her to write the exam
Eight subjects she did cram, and about the rest she gave a damn!

Right from childhood, when pleasure was equated with slumber
She was fervently taught the importance of the number.
'One' was pee-pee and 'two' was going long
But I think we can agree that 'three' was missed somewhere along.

Soon she did find out the significance of three
And without a doubt, it made her flee.
For it was the pass percentage, a bold single digit
That drove her into a cage, to fiddle and fidget.

The future looked bleak, marked by the absence of hope
She rambled like a freak, not knowing how to cope.
As she contemplated the circumstances with utmost sincerity
She was amazed at the expanse of lack of parity.

It was foul play in the greatest detail
That made the verdict sway against her, on a vast scale.
For she knew her capability and as she came to terms with a clatter
She realised with immense comprehensibility that numbers don’t matter.




P.S.: Dedicated to all the CA Students who were harassed by the recent results. As Steve Maraboli would say, “Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”

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