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.”
