Essay on The unhappiest day of my life
Life is a strange blend of happiness and sorrow. But all agrees that in life, there are more sorrows and sufferings than happiness. Seneca, a roman philosopher has said there is no body without sorrow.
The advice in the bible is remove sorrow from thee for sorrow hath killed many, and there is profit in it. There are many unhappy days in life but one of them may be the unhappiest.
I am an ordinary man. My life has never been a bed of roses. I had to struggle my way through life. But there are degrees of unhappiness. The day when I failed in the intermediate examination was the unhappiest day of my life. On that day I lost everything.
Seven years ago, I appeared in the intermediate examination. I was not a very intelligent student. I passed my matric examination in second division without much work. But this time, I worked day and night. I memorised all the important questions. I gave up games, morning walks and all other pleasures of life. The reason was that May future depended on my passing the intermediate examination. A relative of mine had promised to get me employed at a good post. I was expected to earn Rs. 50,000/- per month. The intermediate examination was a question of life and death for me.
I did my papers well because all the expected questions were set in them. I was sure to get a good 1st division. I used to dream of prosperous good home life. A last, the result day came. My roll number was not among the roll numbers of successful candidates. I could not believe it. I did not know what had happened. I checked the list of compartment and later on cases, but to no avail Alas ! I had failed. Perhaps my papers were changed, or there was some mistake in the entries of results. I could pass only three subjects. I had been declared plucked in the remaining three subjects.
My eyes were full of tears. Dark thoughts crowded my mind. I had lost everything. Speech left me. I fell senseless on the ground. My face was pale like a ghost. Friends brought me home. My poor old mother was worried about me. My heart had broken. I could not dare appear in the examination again. Today, I am only a poor labourer living from had to moth. All dreams of a happy future evaporated on that day. Was it not the unhappiest day of my life????????? Friends tell me comments:
The Saddest Day Of My Life
Life is strange mixture of joys and sorrows. Some days are so sad that they take away all joy and peace from the life of man. I cannot forget the day that was the saddest day in my life. It was the 25th of June in the year 2002. The night had been sleepless because of scorching heat, attack of mosquitoes and frequent failure of electricity. Early in the morning as I was dozing off to sleep, a postman woke me up. It was a sad news. My elder brother who had gone to Pune to attend a seminar on education died there in a road accident. Hardly had my parents left for Pune by car when a police party reached out place. I lost ground under my feet. They had warrant for my arrest in connection with a student agitation in our college. They did not listen to my entreaties and took me to the police station. I rang up my lawyer friend but he was out of station. It was only in the evening that I was bailed out. As I reached home, I found my younger sister crying bitterly. She told me that my nephew had been admitted to the hospital because of severe pain the stomach. I rushed to the hospital in a rickshaw. On the way I broke my leg and had to keep my leg in plaster for over three weeks. It is rightly said that misfortunes do not come alone. Even today when I remember that day of untold miseries, my heart comes into my mouth. It was really the saddest day of my life.
Essay No. 2
The Saddest Day Of My Life
Life is a mixture of laughter and tears, joys and sorrows. There are events of both light (happiness) and shadow (sorrow) in life.
The 22nd June, 1989 is the saddest day in my life. on this day a number of sad events took place. I can never forget this day. It is the blackest spot in my memory.
I had appeared at inter Examination. Some of the papers were quite stiff. I had not fared well in Mathematics. I have never been good at Mathematics. I was waiting for the result with fear. On this day the saddest one in my life – my result was to be declared. I looked at the result. My fears only turned out to be too true. My roll number was missing in the list of successful students.
My old father was then ill. He had been suffering from high blood pressure. The news of my failure shocked him. He was almost speechless with sorrow.
I thought of my poor old man. He expected much of me. I was once the brightest boy in the school. All my teachers spoke highly to me. But mathematics had let me down.
It appears as if circumstances conspired together to undo me. Fate had turned against me. There was still another shock in store for me and the whole family. My elder brother was employed in Civil Supplies. He was the head clerk in the office. He had been suspended on the alleged charges of corruption. It was alleged that he had taken bribes from the people. He was not on good terms with the boss. He made out a false case against him on his report he was suspended.
An inquiry of the police into the alleged charges against my brother was held. We were sure that my brother’s innocence would be proved. There was not much evidence against him. But the police collected a mass of lies against my bother. All false evidence was cleverly put up before the magistrate. We thought that the learned magistrate would see through the game and know the truth. But no, even the magistrate was befooled by the crooked evidence of the police.
It was on this day at about 8 p.m. that we received a telegram. When I opened the envelope, my ailing father impatiently inquired of the contents. With tears in my eyes, I told my father that it was the dismissal order of my brother. My father was wild with grief. My brother was the only bread- earner in the family. We all depended on his earning for our very life.
The shock was too severe for my old sick father to bear. He died under it. The whole family wailed. My two younger brothers and a sister were beside themselves with grief. They wept bitterly./ the people of the village came to sympathies with us in our tragedy.
This indeed was the saddest day in my life.
Essay No. 3
The saddest day of my life
A death in the Family
He saddest day in my life was June 18, 1994. It was the day when my brother, Tara Singh, died.
He was working in the Central Public Works Department and was quite hale and hearty on June 17th , 1994. He took half a day’s leave from his office to keep his appointment with Dr. Carrolli for medical checkup in the Willingdon Hospital. The Doctors detained him overnight for checkup and he could not even inform his family about his detention. Nor the hospital authorities took necessary steps to inform his people so that they could attend on him or at least not feel worried about him. As he himself was tied up with various instruments, he could not even telephone to his people.
At midnight I received a call from one of his co- patients about his presence in hospital and detention overnight.
The next morning I met him in the hospital and he talked normally about business and family affairs. He told me to go leave. But as I reached his office to get leave for him, I was informed by his colleagues that he was already dead. They had received this information from the hospital. I could not believe my ears till I reached the hospital and found him really dead.
We removed him in the ambulance to his house on the Roshanara Road. As it was summer, we had to put slabs of ice round his body to keep him for the night at home. Early next morning we took his dead body to Nigambodh Ghat and there committed him to the flames. The memory of his death will never pass away from my mind.
Often I spend the livelong nights on the banks of the Hindon River and think of his death. Why did he die? Why he had to die? What is death? Is death the end of life? I can never get these questions of my mind. I have seen many deaths but his death has left an indelible mark on my mind.