Essays

As my class was going for an outing, but my parents, specially my father did not agree to allow me to join it. I thought of speaking to him the other day in the evening. The reason was my poor performance in the terminal tests.

First I made up my mind to be regular in studies. Daily after 8 p.m., I sat for two hours in the drawing room much in the presence of my father solving sums, while other members of the household enjoyed the TV programmes.

My father used to notice it. But no one said anything till a week before the picnic. One day two of my friends dropped in the evening to call me for the evening stroll.

I expressed my inability and told them that I could not break my vow to be at my desk for Mathematics at about 8 p.m.

That was the turning point of the drama. My father was now convinced about my studies. He had perhaps a second thought about the whole issue. The day, before my departure, he came from his room and asked me to join the picnic, much to the surprise and anguish of all in the family, specially my unrelenting mother. The need to convince them did not arise because my care for studies as they were convinced of my actions.