In school I was a short, fat(that has not changed), darkish human with hair that ranged from short to almost monkish.
This happened when I was in Class VIII. I happened to be selected for a recitation competition and on a whim chose a prose piece. Wasn't the done thing then. The day of the competition saw me with a chest congestion, a hoarse throat and a pretty bad cough.
My english teacher, who hated me, did me a favour - she heard me recite, said i was doing an awful job and then she recited it the way she said it should be. She was terrific.
When my turn came on the stage I stepped up and I felt short, fat, ill and incapable. And began reciting. Something happened.
Since then I have been on stage countless times, have done lots of crazy things - but that hot, humid afternoon(Kolkata weather in the summers) I was a star.
I won the best speaker award, the judges told me I had a lot of talent and tonnes(sp?) of other blah!
That night I cried my heart out ...why? because I was a star? because i still couldn't be like "sunetra" my best friend, rival and the greatest looker in the class or was i just being hormonally challenged at that point? Remember I was thirteen!
I recited an excerpt from "The Nightingale and the Rose" by Oscar Wilde.
Happy reading -
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/NigRos.shtmlThe assignment will come on Friday the 13th.
PS - Any guesses on the excerpt?
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