The Frog and the Nightingale
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.shtml
The assignment will come on Friday the 13th.
PS - Any guesses on the excerpt?
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.shtml
The assignment will come on Friday the 13th.
PS - Any guesses on the excerpt?
Labels: One red rose is all I want. And all I have ever wanted.

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Hmmm....the excerpt. I'm guessing you probaly read out something from Page 2...the "Why, indeed?" bit. I don't know. Just a guess.
*shrugs*
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Rohan y dont u chill and take a break. Let the chillhell2 post anything he wants.Y do u care unnecessarily?Just let him be and hell stop watever hes doin...
No offense
(yawn)
(bored)
Well, it has been a while since I last posted here. I come to rectify that.
First, what is this whole "Chill in hell" name abuse fiasco? Actually, don't tell me, I'd rather not know. *Waves hand dismissively*
Second, here's my guess as to what Sreelekha Ma'am recited all those years ago when she was thirteen and dinosaurs roamed the Earth.*
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Page 4, Para 6: "And when the Moon shone in the heavens..." to Page 5, Para 8: "...with the thorn in her heart"
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Was I right?
Probably not.
Oh well.
~Godsword.
*I didn't actually mean the dinosaurs thing, just practicing my viciousness. *Grins* Anyway, I've made some historical enquiries and I am reasonably sure the Pyramids were being built when Sreelekha Ma'am was 13.
Really liked your comment,rivenscryr!whats more fun than pulling your teacher's leg!( no offense ma'am)
ok ma'am seems that you have reciened my invite ti visit my website www.rjassignments.blogspot.com
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