And the happy times we shared...makes me want to dedicate a ballad for her. The time she threw my notebook in the dustbin or shredded my answer sheet into pieces. I still remember the time when I asked permission to go for the investiture ceremony rehearsals and she looked at me in disdain. "You are a scholar!!!!! Yoooooooou"her big ghowlish eyes couldn't have gotten bigger. As I stood there humiliated to the core, a lovely classmate of mine (they don't make them like these anymore) stood up and remarked, "Ma'am Ma'am, she used to be a great student...god only knows what happened to her this year." That was just the icing on the cake. And that's how the nightmares started. Every time I had to take an exam, I would dream the same dream__ it's the day of the maths exam, I haven't studied a thing, I get the question paper and simply blank out. These nightmares continue till date....everytime I face a crisis or am nervous, it's the same damn dream. Each time I wake up frantically, all set for a rebuke from my teacher. After five desperate disoriented minutes, when I am assured that the Medusa is nowhere around and there isn't any Maths exam to study for, I go back to sleep.
I don't think Maths would have made me so miserable if it hadn't been for the dragoness. I could have done well too, maybe a trig or algebra problem would have lit within me the same crazy energy that seemed to have possessed all those maths honours students. Nothing ever made me feel so helpless as a Maths sum...I just didn't know what is it that I was doing wrong.
If only I could meet the Medusa now....I just wish......
