Anecdote #16

Examinations come with a lot of stress and at least once in our lifespan we experience the epitome of frustration and stress. I had a similar experience just before my History exam . A day before the exam at around 3 PM my nerves started to get to me. This was mainly because of the fact that we only had a day to prepare for this subject but the syllabus was pretty detailed. At that point in time I was not even through with half of the syllabus and the sympathetic activation began. I had to be consoled by my parents and thankfully my father took up the responsibility of preparing me for the next day. Interestingly we started with a bit of meditation in solitary confinement and went on with the syllabus. With his guidance I picked up speed and by 5:30 PM we only had two chapters to go.

In between the momentary panic attacks would come and go but it seemed as though my father had resolved to help me through this. At each stage he took care of me and dealt with me gently. My mother gave us space but she too contributed as an emotional anchor. Slowly I came back to my senses and felt normal again. I went to bed early and tried to forget about the result but focus on the action. The next morning all went well and after the completion of the exam I reflected on the previous day's events. I inferred that the timely completion of the syllabus and instillation of confidence was not just my own hard work but my father's as well. It was truly a blessing in disguise and it made me realise that it is not always that one can attempt everything on his own, we will always be dependent on our parents for somethings and there is no harm in that because that is when we realise their true worth.