Why Me!

I was sweating profusely, sweating from head to toe. My nerves were going high; it seemed that they have visited a pub, where the DJ was rocking the dance floor with "Put your hands up in the air". Mankind says people gets on a high when they smoke, but I hadn't, and neither did my nerves, but they still were on their peak. But somewhere I prayed for my marks to smoke weed and get on a high. I didn't knew why, I didn't knew how on the earth i was thinking about some stupid jokes, when in the next hour I'll have my board results published. Shit.
I was damn tensed. I remembered the saying "a friend in need, is a friend indeed", and I ran my fingers to dial Snehil's number.
"Shit man! i'm damn tensed! What's gonna happen?", I asked.
"Me too. I don't know what to do. I'm already five cigarettes down, to keep myself calm!", he answered.
"I've quit smoking. But I think its the time to break the resolution!"
"You should. Its the only way to keep yourself calm!"
"Hmm... Ok, thanks for the advice! Bye.", I agreed to his advice, and disconnected the call.
Tobacco. Cigarette smoking is injurious to health, was written on the pack I got, on ordering a Marlboro.
"I'm dying here. When you are here, at least I have some company to die with!", I joked, gazing at the pack.
I lit the maleficent stick, and inhaled the tobacco, but nothing happened. One after other, it continued, and after four of them, my surroundings seemed to have changed. I was on the edge of the state of trance. My mind felt refreshed, my sweat have disappeared, I felt light, felt relieved from the tension. Tension of the results.
"Thanks. I love you!", I said to the burnt cigarette bud, lying on the dust of road, but I have to go, and strolled back to my computer.
The clock was striking the deadly hour, hour that's gonna decide decide my fate, the hour of result publication.
I opened my browser, hit the alphabets on the keyboard, and typed the web address. The server slow, and this was making me anxious. As the webpage was loading my heartbeats was going hitting pace, my nerves were going to new heights; it was nerve-wrecking.
Finally, after a prolonged anxious waiting period, the webpage came up, asking my roll number. I typed my roll number, double checked it, and banged the ENTER.
Again the webpage went blank, and in turn a new page has started hitting the curtains of my monitor. My fingers were crossed, I was anxious, I was numb, it seemed that I was lifeless. I hoped for that, but that wasn't the case.
Shit! What's happening!
My eyes were fixed on the monitor, my fingers went numb as i saw my first grade.
English 50
Shit! I knew my English exam hadn't gone well, but the fact that my whole family had made me feel like a criminal, caught red handed. I didn't dare to look at their faces, who were eagerly waiting for their son's bright result. But i knew what's the reality. I had my eyes on the monitor, but my bad luck has already decided new plans to surprise me. My browser freezes out, only after the declaration of English marks.
"Fuck! What the hell is happening!", I responded to the stimulus.
I didn't knew what to do. I failed to understand what's actually happening to me. I had already suffered a mini heart attack after the English marks, but this time, a humongous one was one the line. I wished it, coz the question being fired, were out of the world, out of my answers.
"What! You have only given English exam and nothing else!", my mother said.
"You have failed in all the other exams!", my father declared.
"You have messed up your life!", my mother said. From her voice, it was confirmed that she has broken down. I still couldn't gather the courage to look at her.
"Fuck! What's happening to me! Not on this day!", I said to myself. Inaudible. For a moment, my mind went into a flashback. Flashback of my wrong deeds, my mischieves, my pranks. My subconscious mind pricked me, to say "You have to pay the price of them. God has decided to do it right now!"
"Shit! Not this time God! Help me. Punish me some other day, but not this time", I prayed. Prayed deeply.
By this time, a new webpage was again coming up, and again it started with the English marks.
"God, not this time! I beg you!", I murmered. My eyes were closed. I don't want to face the reality. I don't want to suffer again. I want my full result.
I was praying deeply. All what I wanted, is a full result. I wasn't afraid of the numbers, then. But I craved for some good marks.
"Good! But you should have scored more in English!", my mother's voice pierced my ear drums.
What? My full result came out? I haven't failed in any subjects? A flurry of questions crossed my mind, and the answers were flashing on the monitor. I opened my eyes.
There it was. My full result. My fate. My ticket to life. I have scored 86%, and most importantly I haven't failed in any subjects.
"Thank you God. Thanks!", I prayed, and thanked God. I was ecstatic with my results.