A childhood incident -- First time I went up on stage
It was a rainy June morning, a Sunday, I was
hardly four years by then. I was sitting in my room with my friend when I got a
call from my aunt. She asked me to join her to attend a cultural program
which was taking place in the nearest town. She was one of the organizers of
that cultural event. At that time my father was the branch manager of a bank in
that town. That is why we shifted from our village to that town. I had still
not fallen in love with the new town or with my nursery school. I never found
any teachers inspiring. I want to be with my grandparents in our village. I am
not interested in anything and felt extremely boring.
She called me again, it was a
holiday as I was always feeling bored so I decided to accompany her. After a
quick bath, I put on my favorite blue frock. She took me to the venue. To be
frank, at that time I was very shy and completely introverted. I was not a
singer, but in the evenings after our prayer usually father, mother, aunt, and
I together we have formed an orchestra. I knew only one or two prayer songs and
always repeated them again and again.
We reached there at 10’O clock.
Then only I came to know that my favorite child artist baby Shalini is the
chief guest. She was invited to preside over the function. Around noon one of
the organizers looked worried, she spoke to my aunt and turned her eyes on me.
I came to know that a little singer who was supposed to sing the prayer song
was admitted to the hospital as she was down with a high fever. She asked my
aunt whether I would be able to sing a prayer song.
My aunt turned to me, I got
nervous, sprinting as fast as I can, I hopped into my aunt’s car. I don’t know
how to handle the situation. I was scared of the crowd or audience, confidence
in handling the stage was zero. My father, mother, and aunt tried to calm me.
According to my father, I am a good singer. One of the organizers reminds me
that no one is perfect. They asked me to think of God in my mind. After being
trained for an hour, I was ready.
Around 5’O clock in the evening,
my favorite child artist reached, she entered the stage flanked by the
president and secretary of the cultural event. The function started with my
prayer song, my aunt took me to the stage. I simply could not believe that I
was so close to my favorite artist. When she caught sight of me, there was an
exchange of smiles.
Before the huge crowd, in front of the mike, I slowly close my eyes and think of my God and pray. There was nothing wrong with that because it was a prayer song. Then, no one is in front of me or I can’t see anyone. I started, even today I don’t know how I had completed the prayer song. After the prayer song, I opened my eyes, when I got down from the stage, my father hugged me and said that I had performed well.
One of the organizers reached for
his pocket and gave me chocolate. I was very happy. Meanwhile, the artist just
kept smiling at me. Next, it was time for the welcome speech, when the speech
was going on, fortunately, I got the opportunity to welcome the artist by
gifting her a bouquet. When I handed over it to her she thanked me. I was in
high spirits when she shook my hand and a picture was clicked with her. Last,
of all, she made a small speech. For nearly ten minutes we all lost in her
first film, director, locations, her family, and latest film news.
After that, the Secretary thanked
the chief guest and the function came to an end. Now I completely change my
mind. Whenever I recollect this incident I laugh at my foolishness, I wonder if
I had been a little smart, how much appreciation would I have scored.
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