The Unhappiest day of my Life
I am an ordinary man. My life has never a bed of roses. I had struggle my way through life. But there are degrees of unhappiness. The day when I failed in the in the intermediate examination was the unhappiest day of my life. On that I lost everything.
Seven years ago, I appeared in the intermediate examination. I was not a very intelligent student. I passed my matriculation examination in second division without much work. But this time I worked day and night. I memorized the entire important question. I gave up games. Morning walk and all other pleasures of life. The reason was that my future depended on my passing the intermediate examination. A relative of mine had promised to get me employed at good post. I was expected to earn Rs. 400/ a month. The intermediate examination was a question of life and death for me.
I did my papers well because all the expected questions were in them. I was to get second division. I used to dream of a prosperous good home life. At last the result day came. My Roll Number was not among the roll number of successful candidates. I could not believe it. I checked the list of compartment and later on cases, but to no avail. A last I had failed.
My eyes were full of tears. Dark thoughts crowded my mind. I had lost everything. Speech left me. I fell senseless on the ground. My face was pale like a ghost. Friends brought me home. My poor old mother was worried about me. My heart had broken. I could not dare appear in the examination again. Today I am only a poor laborer.
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