Rupaam Saha - 86
AUG. 11, 2020
Kathy and I had been friends since second grade, and now as we prepared for our board exams together, she was like my sister. She was not the best person you could have as a friend, but I liked her for her honesty and uniqueness. But she was the troublemaker whom my parents disliked a lot.
Last night Kathy called me up and said her parents had found out about her being a part of a band. Kathy loved to play the guitar, and I liked to watch her play because she burned all her negative energy while doing that. Kathy's parents are accomplished doctors and want her only to pursue medicine as a career. Kathy, on the other hand, barely managed to score average in PCMB. She loves studying languages and art. So when her parents got her into the best coaching institute in the city for board preparations, Kathy managed to attend those classes barely for a semester. Her love for the band drove her to steal money from her parent’s closet and bribe a poor student to be her proxy.
So Kathy told me that someone from the classes had informed her father that she had stopped coming after the first semester, and that is how they found out that she was with her band and not in her class. They had locked her up in the room and threatened to throw away her guitar and cut her expenses if she didn’t mend her ways. It was past midnight when Kathy called me, and I couldn’t go to her home. But she needed help because being away from the guitar made her sad and angry at the world. I didn't want her to hurt herself in misery. So I did what my mother always does when I am upset.
I let her continue talking. I reasoned out with her and made her confess that it was criminal to use a less-privileged student selfishly. I tried telling her that making a career as a musician wouldn't possibly give her the luxuries her parents provided her. She would have to struggle and live on her own one day. Also, I told her why it was essential to go to classes. She was an average student, which meant she would have to pull herself through PCMB again if she failed her boards. So it was best in her case that she apologised to her parents and promised that she would stop going to the band until the exams got over.
Kathy did apologise to her father. She took the guitar and locked it, and promised that she would practise only for an hour a day to relax after the days study routine was complete. Her parents were nice enough to believe her, and she didn't let them down. Although Kathy didn't score well in PCMB, she topped the state in Languages and Arts. Her extraordinary score in music got her a scholarship from a leading college. Kathy's parents finally understood that the scalpel wouldn't look as good in Kathy's hands as a guitar. They accepted her as she was. Kathy is now a researcher who is studying how music can help autistic children cope with their illness. It looks like she met her parents halfway.