A nightmare pot

A nightmare

I was seriously preparing for my school examination.
Normally people call it exam fever and I believe I was
haunted by the feeling of falling ill while the examination
was on. But I was able to banish such fears and
concentrate on my studies. But this fear crept into my
subconscious mind and it played havoc on me. I have now
the consolation that it was all a dream.

On November 16, my birthday was arranged to be
celebrated in a colorful manner. There was a small party
that my father arranged for my friends. I spent the whole
evening enjoying myself while my parents were busy
watching television. I pretexted as though I had to prepare
for the examination, but I was cheating myself with the
thought that I would wake up early in the morning and
make up the lost time. While in bed, sleep seemed to
elude me and the bug of falling ill during the examination
began to harass me. However after sometime I slept.

If Alice’s experiences in the wonderland were bizarre,
mine was shocking. To my subconscious mind the bogey
of illness during the examination was true. I felt a sudden
irritation in both my eyes and what started as an irritation
became an unbearable pain. I started shouting and my
parents rushing into my room. They consoled me, more
than that they could do nothing. It was ten at night. My
mind became agitated that, I thought that I might not be
able to sit for my English and Mathematics examinations.

My father soon realized the problem I was facing, “The
Exam Fever”. He made me stand against the wall and by
understanding my agony, he carried me downstairs. He
then put me in his car and drove me to a nearby hospital.
On the way he was consoling me about the examination
and trying his level best to make me relax. I explained that
I was having an irritation in my eyes as though thousands
of needles had pricked. On arrival at the hospital, the
doctor performed many tests and finally told my father
that, due to nervous feeling of examination, I had spoiled
my brain which had affected my eyes. I could not sit for
the examination, and he would issue a medical certificate
to be produced to the authorities.

My father was undaunted by the doctors’ decision. In total
desperation he put me back in his car and drove to
another hospital. He explained to a doctor about my case
but not the real situation. The doctor had diagnosed
correctly at the first sight itself. Before he applied ay
medicine he asked me to open my eyes slowly. I said that
I could open, but the doctor insisted. By the time tears
started rolling down my cheeks and, with the tears forming
between my eyelids, I could open my eyes. The room was
dark but for a small lamp. There was no doctor. Where
had my father gone? I still felt the tears rolling down my
cheeks. All I saw was the clock on the wall opposite my
bed. Now I realized! Oh! It’s a dream. Soon I overcame
myself and was happy to realize my folly. I am really
happy because it was just a dream.