NOT SURE TILL THE END. THE END!

I express my special thanks to Srilu for her patience. After reading the first part,First part she replied,

“I would have written all the exam had I been Chennai. I can’t wait actually to know what had happened but, I will wait for you to finish the story.”

She was the one who arranged scribes for me in the beginning still, she was ready to tolerate my delay by waiting for the conclusion. As Srilu was waiting for the end of the story, the other girl was waiting for me, in the beginning of this story!

NOT SURE TILL THE END!

I received a message in the month of August 2016 regarding JAIIB exam. As per the first notification, the first exam was on November 6 2016, second was on November 13 and the third was on 20^{th of the same month}. When I entered into the official website, I noticed that fee was valid for two attempts and it was my second attempt. As usual, I started looking for scribe. I approached one of my juniors whose sister was a scribe for my first attempt.

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN!!! (4)

Hi readers! Happy Diwali! Thank you very much for reading the three parts of this four part series. I think I am too late to post this fourth part. Precious things come late. Yes. This post is about a precious woman. I had been contemplating about her for she was the one who concluded my quest.

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN! (3)

The third book was issued to me by Anitha ma’am to proceed further. As I already decided, this book should be recorded by a close one. Few people came to my mind. First, I approached Janet to record. She agreed to do without any hesitation. Her sister Benet also was willing to contribute. In fact, Benet said that she would come and collect the book from my home itself. Everything was ready. All of a sudden, Benet was hospitalized and Janet was forced to say no to the project reluctantly.

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN (2)

If we analyzed, we can feel that most of the time, in our life, the helpers are outsiders are not connected with us. Somebody would have guided us to the railway station. Somebody would have let us know the bus number to the route. Somebody would have given us water when we were terribly thirsty. Somebody would have rescued when we were about to fall. Somebody would have offered mobile phone when we were in need of. Somebody would have yelled at us when were carelessly missing our certificates are other belongings. The unity among all is that they would have been strangers. This post is about a stranger; about a woman. 

WITHOUT THESE FOUR WOMEN...

The importance of two exams ‘JAIIB’ and ‘CAIIB’ was informed me while I joined the bank. The bank employee will get increment if cleared. As per the rules, JAIIB should be cleared before CAIIB. After some dilly-dallying, I blindly registered for Junior Associate of Indian Institute of Bankers (JAIIB) in the end of February. Beyond registration, I knew nothing of it. There came these 4 women to show me the direction and guided me to my destiny.

CAN I SLEEP TONIGHT WITHOUT THANKING HER?

I am filled with blissful thoughts but do not know how to express. Today is the day, written for me to thank her from my heart. The voice of my heart turns into the gratitude of my heart today.

I LIKED HER BECAUSE, I DISLIKED HER! (3)

I LIKED HER BECAUSE, I DISLIKED HER! (1)
I LIKED HER BECAUSE, I DISLIKED HER! (2)

Once I was reading Bacon’s essays, I came across these following lines.

“Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few

To be chewed and digested;” likewise, some girls are to be forgotten, others to be thought, and some few to be mused and remembered.

I LIKED HER BECAUSE, I DISLIKED HER! (2)

I happened to meet her whom I actually didn’t want to meet. I happened to accept her as my scribe again.

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 It was 2008; I was doing my +2, seated for English exam and anticipating another scribe on that occasion. As I expected, one girl came and sat before me and was quite for a minute.

I LIKED HER BECAUSE, I DISLIKED HER!

Dear readers I am not going to create suspense by meandering and offering descriptions here. This is a story of a girl who happened to be my scribe named Ramya 24 years ago. The incident did not happen 24 years back, in fact she was named at that time.