It not exactly the best of feelings when you watch someone saying a speech you worked hard for, when you should’ve been on stage. That’s how I felt today.

I mentioned that I was pretty busy these days. One of my engagements was preparing the speech for the valedictory ceremony for some Mauritian students who had come to Delhi on a cultural exchange programme. I worked (not so) hard and made a speech for it. Originally me and my friend, Nikita were supposed to compere the event. The problem was that I was down with a cold.

Me and Nikita prepared the speech, and then I told my teacher (Ruchi Ma’am; don’t smirk…those who I’m talking to, will know) that I should have a backup, just in case my cold didn’t get better. We got a guy, Aayush and made him practice nad practice and reduced him to a nervous wreck. That’s Ruchi Ma’am’s specialty. In the end, Nikita was sounding too flat according to Ma’am, and we had to get a replacement for her as well. Abhivyakti was good. Quite good. Very confident as well. Nikita gracefully swept aside coz’ she didn’t even want to do this in the first place! I just counted on getting my cold cleared up.

It didn’t…

Today, we had a full run-through, and my voice wasn’t still a bit stuffy. So…I had to gracefully step aside. I knew that this might happen, but still, to be honest, I wasn’t quite ready.  It’s a tough emotion to describe. Still, I continued to help them out, printing edited copies in the iLab (I used the Pavna ) But still, I had lost interest. I think that’s natural. Something you worked for is snatched gracefully from under your nose, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Sigh! If I tell my bro, we’ll go wild, saying that I should respect myself and all that…but in the end…I’m just a nice guy.