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Khushi Mohunta

Children Stories Comedy Drama


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Khushi Mohunta

Children Stories Comedy Drama


My Experiments With Maths

My Experiments With Maths

4 mins 315 4 mins 315

People often say, "You don't create your rivalry, they're born for you, with you, along the day you're born." And, sometimes till my Class 10, what I always pondered on was, that same is the instance with 'me and maths'. If left aloof, in a room, we would create world history, haha; yeah, if not maths, at least, I, would have definitely done World War III with him (and to everyone's surprise, if you're thinking, why have I used 'him' instead of 'her' or 'it'. Or that am I so sure that 'Maths' is him because subjects are 'it'. Yeah! I'm pretty sure because 'her' understand understands 'her' and in my context only if Maths was 'her'. He would have understood that I'm over with it and not to check my tolerance on repeated circumstances.) 'Teachers I've tried countless, but all in vain; they declared, teaching mathematics to 'The Khushi' was vainless as she was baseless.'


My parents feared, that if she flunks in 10th, that would be only because of Maths. But to my rivalry's dismay and of course, my hail mary; I got a mentor in my ninth who sailed my drenched boat of Maths until 7th March 2019 (yeah, I still remember; the date of my mathematics exam, the day I wished to bathe (p.s. only my mathematics books) in the pious river 'Ganga'.)


To my astonishment, even not a step out of the car after the exam at my home, and I was haphazardly allured by my batch mates at my home's entrance. In rhythmic chaos, "khushi, bhen tu bata, Set konsa aaye? Pehle konsa section attempt kiya? Aata tha ki nhi paper? Chal, shuru hou jaa saare answers bata kya 'kaand' kar ke aayi hai?" My heartbeat pulsating and all I could hear was 'dhak', 'dhak', 'dhak'. To which my friend Aman Ahuja (@aman_ahuja_1) says; "Mei number lagata hu." Shivers down my spine and I was like, he is too elated and only if I 'flunk'? (I always thought the worst with me at maths).


It was no sooner than before the entry of our tutor he was done with my scrutinizing of examination with a pretty sure stamp that you'll score 70 (na upar, na neeche). Then, it was checked and rechecked by my tutor who finalized my score to be 60 (same was the case; na upar, na neeche). At one time while 70 made me rise impalpable, 60 made me shrink. But, I was like; hou gaya, baala tapi!! My mentor, made me more scared and eeried when after dispersal of all the students what he said to my mum and dad was, "Didi-Bhaiya dekho pass hou gayi tou mithayi baant dene." And.... I was like, "pass"!


Days and nights lingered; I had spent restless of all those until another shock awaited me. We were in a dilemma of the boards result to be out the next day of their actual declaration and sat koi na, koi na types. And... there came the bell, "Khushi, result kya rha?" To which I was like, "RESULT! That was expected to come tomorrow, na?" "No, they're out; check yours", screamed my friend. Long I ran the corridor and sat in the temple, "God! Please save me." While all my clan mates were bustling over checking 'the khushi's' result from my 6 years old sister to my 72 years old grandmother, all were so desperate.


In utter chaos, "Lend the roll number.", "Open the site.", "Site is repeatedly crashing." was all I could hear in that far most corner of my room from our guest room. And in a jiffy, there came my father's loud thunder (which was of joy, but I thought it is of me flunking) and I was like, I literally bolted myself in my room, "I'll not dare to step out. You tell have I passed or flunked. Then accordingly, I'll come out." 'Arrey..... tu aana.', 'No, means nooooooo'


You've got merit! 'Hain?' On opening my eyes and checking my result, tears rolled down my eyes, which I also didn't know; were of happiness or shock? I couldn't control myself. And..... Finally when I saw them precisely. I did unpredictably tremendous and shooter the stars!!

'All that hails good, comes out good.' Finally, got it's true essence for me.


I also have a special note of thanks and will mention all those 'people'.

MY PARENTS: Mr. Amish Mohunta and Ms. Dipali Mohunta

MY MENTOR: Mr. Deepak Mundra

MY WELL WISHERS: My entire family (esp.; Mr. Rishabh Chandak, Ms. Archana Bihani, Mr. Vinod Mundra, Mr. Nalini Mundra, Mr. Vijay Mundra and Rohit Mundra)

MY 24√7 HELPERS: Noor Mehta, Aman Ahuja, Tanishq Narula, Mehak Sudha, Gurashish Singh, Naman Khurana, Aryan Bathla, Hardik Goyal


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