The Boards Syndrome — Summary

Namaste Aunty, it's nice to see you Any recent news that's been freshly brewed? You must be enjoying oldage these days You've been keeping well, Mom says Yes I'm in Grade 10, thanks for reminding Aunty, I know I have boards, of course I'm studying Oh sorry was that rude? I'm a little tense you see Exams are in 10 days as you reminded so nicely My plans after 10th? I'm not very sure... Perhaps I'll write a book or find cancer's cure Oh you meant my career? Oh dear me How can I decide, I'm only fifteen! Yes I'm taking Humanities, I hope I'll do well (See how her smile suddenly fell!) Yes aunty ARTS you're not going deaf No I'm not 'bad' at studies, but Arts is my interest (How come she stopped smiling; was it something I said?) Pardon me? Oh no, no stress has gone to my head No, Science is too complex, and Commerce is actually great But I like Arts best, why does it get so much hate? (Ask about my hobbies too; I do have a life! Oh wait, I'm in tenth, my neck is on the line!) What was that, aunty? Nothing concerning me? If that's all then, can I take your leave? Goodness, that was tiring, I should've stayed home 'Least I could've tried doing Physics, though it is a bore Remind me, Mom, why did you send me down? For some fresh air or to see those aunties frown?

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A teenager in Grade 10 is cornered by a relative and made to answer the usual questions about board exams, future plans and subject choices. The speaker's replies swing between polite and sarcastic. Spoken aloud, they are sweet and dutiful, but the bracketed asides show what is really going on in their head: irritation, hurt and a bit of cheeky humour. The joke about writing a book or curing cancer shows how absurd it feels to be asked for a life plan at fifteen.

The speaker is tired of being reduced to exam results. They defend choosing Humanities and wonder why Arts gets "so much hate", and they wish someone would ask about their hobbies. The mood is comic but a little weary. By the end, the speaker is exhausted and blames Mom for sending them out, wondering whether the visit was for fresh air or just to watch the aunties frown. The rhyming couplets keep the tone light and chatty, even as the pressure underneath feels real.

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