( 32 ) M A Improvement Results
One day, I went to the Church in Kothamangalam in the afternoon. After that, I went to purchase a new footwear. When I entered the shop, the owners, a husband and his wife talked with me and at the moment when they realised that I had completed postgraduation and B.Ed. Course, they advised me to go to the school where their children studied because there was a vacancy. In the next bus, I went to mother's house, took all my certificates and went to the school which was almost near Kothamangalam. In that school, there were classes from LKG to Std VII. Being a strict lady,the Headmistress said to me that I should come to school on Saturdays also. I agreed all the conditions. I went to 'Easy English ' and informed them about that good news. Similarly, I went to Sithara hostel, explained to warden everything and she gave permission to stay in hostel from the next month onwards.
How much delighted was I when I got admission in hostel again ! In mother's house, my grandmother would put out the kerosene lamp, after a certain time at night because there was no one to bring kerosene in her home, she would say. From the period when I got salary from the parallel college, I used candles in order to prepare for next day's classes. That was why I became relieved when I was again in the hostel. My salary in that school was Rs 1000 /- and hostel fee was Rs 850 /- . The fact that I didn't earn money from my job, created laughter in my colleagues. The teachers ( being talkative ) laughed at me how many times when they knew that I was in hostel. When I said that I am coming from a poor family, they ridiculed me. They asked me why was I spending the money in hostel instead of helping my family. During that period, I didn't utter a word about my family problems.
One day, almost all the teachers were absent - they went to attend a test conducted by Public Service Commission ( PSC ). I was immersed in teaching and correcting the compositions of students. One teacher asked me why I didn't attend the examination. I couldn't give an answer. "How will you get a government job without writing PSC examination ?", she asked me angrily and at the sametime wonderfully. It was at that moment that I thought seriously about applying for a govt job. In the evening, I asked one of the M.Phil. students ( the old batch had gone, in the new batch, only two of them were staying in hostel ) about the matter and she replied that I could go to a bookstall, ask for a PSC exam form, fill it and send it in the address given in the notification. Everyone wondered what kind of a fool was I ! I was shocked when I realised that I could apply for tests from my eighteenth birthday onwards.
The result of the 'improvement ' examination of M A Course was published and I scored 726 /1450 ie. 50.07 %. I had taken a decision that if the score was low, I would apply for it again. But there was a rule that the 'improvement ' examination should be written on two consecutive years. And there was only two chances for it. I remember that day on which I stood in the college verandah, immersed in thinking about my plight. The date to apply for the next examination was over. I wondered why the university took such a long term to publish the results. I stood there and finally reached a conclusion - a person who achieved low marks in B.Sc. Course does not deserve an M.Phil. degree, Ph.D. or a chance to apply for UGC. But I could apply for the post of 'Guest Teacher ' in VHSE and Plus Two.
One day, I went to the Church in Kothamangalam in the afternoon. After that, I went to purchase a new footwear. When I entered the shop, the owners, a husband and his wife talked with me and at the moment when they realised that I had completed postgraduation and B.Ed. Course, they advised me to go to the school where their children studied because there was a vacancy. In the next bus, I went to mother's house, took all my certificates and went to the school which was almost near Kothamangalam. In that school, there were classes from LKG to Std VII. Being a strict lady,the Headmistress said to me that I should come to school on Saturdays also. I agreed all the conditions. I went to 'Easy English ' and informed them about that good news. Similarly, I went to Sithara hostel, explained to warden everything and she gave permission to stay in hostel from the next month onwards.
How much delighted was I when I got admission in hostel again ! In mother's house, my grandmother would put out the kerosene lamp, after a certain time at night because there was no one to bring kerosene in her home, she would say. From the period when I got salary from the parallel college, I used candles in order to prepare for next day's classes. That was why I became relieved when I was again in the hostel. My salary in that school was Rs 1000 /- and hostel fee was Rs 850 /- . The fact that I didn't earn money from my job, created laughter in my colleagues. The teachers ( being talkative ) laughed at me how many times when they knew that I was in hostel. When I said that I am coming from a poor family, they ridiculed me. They asked me why was I spending the money in hostel instead of helping my family. During that period, I didn't utter a word about my family problems.
One day, almost all the teachers were absent - they went to attend a test conducted by Public Service Commission ( PSC ). I was immersed in teaching and correcting the compositions of students. One teacher asked me why I didn't attend the examination. I couldn't give an answer. "How will you get a government job without writing PSC examination ?", she asked me angrily and at the sametime wonderfully. It was at that moment that I thought seriously about applying for a govt job. In the evening, I asked one of the M.Phil. students ( the old batch had gone, in the new batch, only two of them were staying in hostel ) about the matter and she replied that I could go to a bookstall, ask for a PSC exam form, fill it and send it in the address given in the notification. Everyone wondered what kind of a fool was I ! I was shocked when I realised that I could apply for tests from my eighteenth birthday onwards.
The result of the 'improvement ' examination of M A Course was published and I scored 726 /1450 ie. 50.07 %. I had taken a decision that if the score was low, I would apply for it again. But there was a rule that the 'improvement ' examination should be written on two consecutive years. And there was only two chances for it. I remember that day on which I stood in the college verandah, immersed in thinking about my plight. The date to apply for the next examination was over. I wondered why the university took such a long term to publish the results. I stood there and finally reached a conclusion - a person who achieved low marks in B.Sc. Course does not deserve an M.Phil. degree, Ph.D. or a chance to apply for UGC. But I could apply for the post of 'Guest Teacher ' in VHSE and Plus Two.
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