The Happiest Day in My Life
As I first faced this question to say about my happiest day
-I was frankly puzzled because since my childhood I have passed through a
procession of memorable days, all important for recognition in such a way that
I could not for a time decide as to which of them are to be left out in my
selection, as I am to choose only one and no more. I recollect with joy the day
on which I passed out of the village school. It was a day of great felicitation
for me. I was equally happy on the day when I was being led by father to get
myself admitted into the best High School of the neighboring town.I felt so
happy at the very prospect of such a change from the village to the town that
for the whole preceding night I could not sleep out of excitement. Then again, how
happy I felt when in the annual prize distribution ceremony of my High School I
was called upon thrice to receive three first prizes and when every time I was
to shake hands with the president in presence of my father. But, superseding
them all, rises the day on which I received the news of having passed the year
final Examination.
None-the-less that day is yet preserved in my memory as the happiest day
of my Life. There are reasons for thinking so and reasons of a particular
nature and peculiar to me alone.
I was a fairly meritorious student and all hoped that I
would get an easy passage with a comfortable first division. But I was very
weak in English- a cross for which I was always dreading a failure. My chance was lying in the standard of the
question paper. But the paper that year was exceptionally stiff. So l answered
some questions but could not feel sure whether I would secure the pass marks.
When the result was out, I feared to come myself to know my fate and asked a
friend, who was coming from a neighboring village, to ascertain my result and intimate
me. I gave him my roll and my name was known to him. He made a mistake in
looking for 6969 instead of 9696 as he lost slip which I gave him. It was found
that the roll he looked for had got plucked and he communicated to me
accordingly. I readily believed the information and broke it to my parents and
others at home. I do not like to describe at length the tide of reproach that
was let loose on me. I was the most wretched creature on earth. When the tirade
was over, all my faults and follies, real or imaginary, being discussed in
detail, my mother feebly proposed that I should try another chance to which
others reluctantly agreed.
Next day I went to the school straight and met the principal.
As I proposed, with my eyes east down, that I had gone to get myself admitted
again, he looked at me with astonished eyes. Then he asked me: “What do you
mean?” As I repeated my former proposal, he burst into a laughter and asked:
"Have you gone off your head? How can a passed student appear again?"
Then he summoned the result register and showed me that I had passed in the
second division. What a thrill of joy ran through my whole body!
That moment-the
moment I was on the road-I will never forget in life. Everything around seemed
jolly and cheerful. When I reached home and held my mother in a wild embrace,
she was literally perplexed. When I told her that I had not failed at all but
had passed, her face beamed with joy. The news spread like wild fire throughout
our big family and a radical change took place in the whole atmosphere. All who
condemned me, now came forward and blessed me and spoke highly of me.
